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Chapter 3: Dinner
Jack pulled up in front of the house. Johnny looked at him.
"I thought we were going out to eat."
"We are."
"This is a house."
"Yes I know. We are also staying here."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing." Jack rang the doorbell. Jamie answered the door. She had long, wavy brown hair and ocean blue eyes like Johnny. She was wearing a short, frayed jean miniskirt with rhinestones on it, a baby blue halter top, and black knee high boots.
"Can I help you?"
"Is your mom home?"
"Yea." Jamie said. "C'mon in." They stood in the foyer.
"What's going on?" Johnny asked.
"Nothing."
"I've known you my entire life. I know when you're up to something."
"You'll see." He rang the doorbell.
"Normal people don't just stay in strange houses and eat there."
"We're not normal, Johnny. You can set yourself on fire with a simple saying and I'm your best friend so that automatically makes me special."
"I see." Jamie came back with her mom. She stopped in the doorway when she seen Johnny. Johnny turned around and his jaw dropped.
"Mom!?!"
"Johnny!" She hugged him. He didn't know what to do. He wrapped his arms around her. She pulled him back. "My, you've grown up."
"It's been 14 years mom."
"I know and I'm sorry. I will tell you everything at dinner. Come on in." She pulled them into the dining room. They sat at the table. She put Johnny's favorite meal on the table, Lasagna and garlic bread and apple pie. The rest of the family came to the table. There was her husband Greg, his son, Charlie, and Jamie and her boyfriend, Robbie. Johnny looked at Jack.
"This was under handed and sneaky." Johnny said to him. He threw him a cocky grin. "I've taught you well." Jack laughed.