"We're here," Mr. Stewart sang as we pulled up to a large harbour. I looked around and saw that the restaurant was on the water, I hadn't expected that. Miley looked even more excited now, she was getting out of the car when I turned to Lily to find her asleep again. Mr. Stewart looked back at us, "I've got to get to the restaurant to get our table, see you in there?" I nodded, and as Mr. Stewart opened the car door to step out I poked Lily. She didn't budge, I poked her again. This time, to my relief, Lily moaned and turned around to face me.
"What do you want?" Lily asked me with glaring eyes. She didn't intimidate me, especially when she was half asleep. I pointed towards Miley who was out of the car and waiting for us, and beyond that you could see half the restaurant.
"We're here," I told her, unbuckling my seatbelt, and Lily doing the same. "Mr. Stewart and Miley are waiting for us." Lily sighed and picked herself up from where she was sitting and unbuckled herself. I got out of the car, and because Lily was going slower than I was, I had walked all the way over to her side of the car and opened the door.
"Thanks," Lily smiled to me weakly as she picked herself up and through the door. I took her hand to help Lily out and we both walked up to Miley, who was at the end of a long dock, slowly. Lily was quiet the whole time.
"Miley," I called out once we'd walked up next to her. "Are you ready to go into the restaurant?"
Miley turned to me, and nodded her head, then she walked into step in-between me and Lily until we got into the restaurant. Inside, we looked around for Mr. Stewart but when we looked he was nowhere to be found. I walked with Miley towards the hostess where Mr. Stewart should have been standing to get the table, but then he wasn't' there. Turned out, Mr. Stewart had gotten to our table already, sitting there with his hands crossed on the table and waiting for us. We all walked up and sat down in the three empty chairs on the other side of the table.
"What took you guys so long?" Miley's dad asked, straightening up as soon as we sat down and handing our menu's to us.
I shrugged, "We were down by the docks." I told Mr. Stewart as a half a lie. "Did you order yet?"
He shook his head, "I haven't been here this long." Miley's dad told us, waving the waitress towards us. "Are you guys ready?"
The three of us nodded our head, and told them to the waitress. Lily, Miley and I all ordered pop, of course, and Mr. Stewart with coffee. Once the waitress was gone, everyone seemed to calm down a little bit and relax.
"Why did the turkey cross the road?" I asked breaking the silence. I waited for a response, but Miley and Lily just looked at me with a questioning smile on their faces. Mr. Stewart just lay back again and crossed his arms across his chest. "Because he wasn't chicken," I laughed, no one got it but Lily, who always laughs.
"Alright," Lily said while at the same time was still laughing. "I've got one," we nodded, and Lily took a sip of her Sprite. "What's brown and sticky?"
Miley shrugged, "maple syrup?" She asked, Lily shook her head.
"Mud?" I asked but Lily shook her head again.
Now Lily was almost bursting with laughter, "a stick." She announced, Miley and I looked at each other. "Because it's brown and it's stick-y."
"Alright," Mr. Stewart interrupted the raging laughter that we were all in. Surprisingly enough, Miley and I both found the joke really funny for reasons that we didn't know. "What do you guys want to do when we get home?" Miley was about to say something, "After we get Lily's clothes unpacked."
"We'll watch some movies," Miley said with a confident look on her face, hoping that her dad would forget the fact that we had school tomorrow. "And we'll…"
"Stay up late," I added in.
Mr. Stewart sat back again and shook his head, "Try again." He told us and gave us a look.
"We'll watch some tv," Miley tried again. "And then go to bed as late as you let us?"
Mr. Stewart nodded this time, "There we go, you're getting closer." Miley smiled and picked up her menu, I did the same and looked for anything that wouldn't sound too fancy. Last time my parents and I were in New York City we went to a fancy restaurant and I ended up ordering frogs legs. I gagged at the though, and Lily looked over at me in question. "Are you going to school tomorrow Lily?" Mr. Stewart asked after we'd put all our menu's down.
Lily shrugged, "I'm still not feeling too well." She told my dad, who accepted her answer.
Immediately I wondered why she wasn't feeling well. I knew about the brain tumour now, so since I'd read the book while Miley was upstairs I knew, somewhat, about how Lily would feel. "Do you have a headache?" I asked, worried about the headache getting worse. Mr. Stewart reached into his jacket pocket and handed a white pain killers bottle to Lily. She accepted it, and tried to open the bottle but I noticed she was too weak and tired to do so. I helped out, receiving a small smile from Lily before she took two pills out and swallowed them with her water.
"Would you like to order your food now?" A waitress asked, just as Lily put her water down. She was holding her pad of paper up to write.
Mr. Stewart nodded and started the round of orders, "May I have the steak." He asked, "Medium rare, and boiled potatoes on the side." The waitress nodded, "Thank you."
Miley went next, as we went clockwise around the table, "May I have the cheeseburger please?" The waitress nodded again, and turned to me.
I looked down at my menu, I had a choice between two things, "May I have grilled cheese with American cheese please?" Lily snickered silently at the rhyme.
"May I have the tomato soup without the bread," the waitress nodded, and we all gave her our menus.
Once we got our food the table was silent, we'd grown a bit tired of telling jokes and instead played two truths and a lie, a game we'd been playing on the first day of school since grade 1. But as soon as the food was placed in front of us we gave up and instead ate. Mr. Stewart and I were the first to notice Lily wasn't eating as much, Miley didn't have a clue why but every so often she would look over. It turned out that Lily wasn't not eating her food, it was that she was eating it very slowly and was, in fact, the last one to finish. Mr. Stewart had already gotten the check by Lily's last spoonful.
"Good soup?" Mr. Stewart asked once she was done. Lily looked up, I noticed she looked a bit tired out, and nodded. "Good," Miley's dad responded, "Then we should get back to the house."