Authors Note: So I wrote this during the time when I was supposed to take
my English final, but I didn't have my textbook, so I get an extension. =D
This is ehh...I don't know. I used a lot of detail. Please review. You'll
make my day!
Peyton sighed as she grasped the café door's knob. Inside she could see the chairs stacked upon tables and there was hardly anything visible. "Wow," she thought. "Sure is classy."
She turned the doorknob slowly and plopped her orange camera-style bag on a newly cleaned table. The place smelled like Clorox and wallflowers at night. Karen always made sure Lucas and Haley continually disinfected everything, because even as a kid she always hated dirty restaurants. She also admired the aroma of sunflowers and lilies. Lucas was never big on flowers, but since they pleased his mother, he became accustomed to cleaning everything with a flower-scented disinfectant.
Peyton's shortcut, studded dark brown leather jacket was almost violently thrown on the floor, next to the tiny newly emptied tin trashcan.
"Lucas, where are you?" Peyton said aloud.
A tall, dark figure appeared from behind the counter.
It was Lucas, dressed in a black tee and dark jeans with sun lighted hair and navy blue surfer flip-flops. He was holding a white rose in his hand, which almost made Peyton want to instantly kiss him because white roses were her favorite flowers, but she never admitted her liking of them to anyone.
"Dinner is served," Lucas said, picking her coat off the floor and gently placing it on the counter. "Follow me."
She was lead to a backroom, one that she had never been in before, that had one high, round window layered with white Christmas tree lights, and spray on snow. The stools were covered in dark violet velvet, and a snowy white silk-like cloth was layered on the table.
Eyeing the setup, Peyton's eyes widened. She had read about these sorts of this in magazines, but she never thought someone would prepare her a romantic dinner for two.
"This is," Peyton paused. Lucas smiled, admiring her pleased expression. "Unbelieveable..." she continued.
Lucas chuckled, "Not yet. But it will be."
Haley giggled. Nathan was the sweetest boy she had ever met. Their lips were locked, and Nathan was holding on to Haley tightly, as if he would never let go.
"He's so sexy," she thought, as their lips departed.
"I have to go meet my dad for training," Nathan said, regretting it. "I'm sorry babe," he continued, cupping her cheek with his hands.
She frowned and looked down. Nathan pulled her face up, and kissed her forehead gently.
He grabbed his gym bag and began leaving.
"Don't go," she said, running after him. "I want us. I mean, I want you and me. I want..."
suspense
Peyton sighed as she grasped the café door's knob. Inside she could see the chairs stacked upon tables and there was hardly anything visible. "Wow," she thought. "Sure is classy."
She turned the doorknob slowly and plopped her orange camera-style bag on a newly cleaned table. The place smelled like Clorox and wallflowers at night. Karen always made sure Lucas and Haley continually disinfected everything, because even as a kid she always hated dirty restaurants. She also admired the aroma of sunflowers and lilies. Lucas was never big on flowers, but since they pleased his mother, he became accustomed to cleaning everything with a flower-scented disinfectant.
Peyton's shortcut, studded dark brown leather jacket was almost violently thrown on the floor, next to the tiny newly emptied tin trashcan.
"Lucas, where are you?" Peyton said aloud.
A tall, dark figure appeared from behind the counter.
It was Lucas, dressed in a black tee and dark jeans with sun lighted hair and navy blue surfer flip-flops. He was holding a white rose in his hand, which almost made Peyton want to instantly kiss him because white roses were her favorite flowers, but she never admitted her liking of them to anyone.
"Dinner is served," Lucas said, picking her coat off the floor and gently placing it on the counter. "Follow me."
She was lead to a backroom, one that she had never been in before, that had one high, round window layered with white Christmas tree lights, and spray on snow. The stools were covered in dark violet velvet, and a snowy white silk-like cloth was layered on the table.
Eyeing the setup, Peyton's eyes widened. She had read about these sorts of this in magazines, but she never thought someone would prepare her a romantic dinner for two.
"This is," Peyton paused. Lucas smiled, admiring her pleased expression. "Unbelieveable..." she continued.
Lucas chuckled, "Not yet. But it will be."
Haley giggled. Nathan was the sweetest boy she had ever met. Their lips were locked, and Nathan was holding on to Haley tightly, as if he would never let go.
"He's so sexy," she thought, as their lips departed.
"I have to go meet my dad for training," Nathan said, regretting it. "I'm sorry babe," he continued, cupping her cheek with his hands.
She frowned and looked down. Nathan pulled her face up, and kissed her forehead gently.
He grabbed his gym bag and began leaving.
"Don't go," she said, running after him. "I want us. I mean, I want you and me. I want..."
suspense