"Hey Cameron, ready to go?"
"Yeah."
"C'mon. See you at 10, Grandma." I kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the front door with Cameron.
We walked to his car and got in. Cameron put his keys in the ignition and drove out of the driveway.
-Half an Hour Later-
Cameron stopped in front of his house.
"We're having dinner here?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No. Not at all." It actually was. The last time I was here, which is when I was meeting his parents, it didn't go well. Of course I know his parents aren't here, but the memory still haunts me.
He took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. He then came over to the passenger side and opened the door. I got out and heard the door slam behind me.
As we walked from the driveway to the front door, I felt uneasy. My stomach was in a big knot and I felt light headed. Could I be transforming? I looked up at the night sky to see it was a crescent moon. Nope. I had been so focused on my queasy feeling, that I hadn't realized I was in Cameron's house.
"Have a seat. I'll be right back." He left.
I took a seat on the living room couch and for him to return.
I looked around his living room and tried to reminisce my first visit to his house. Like I said before, it isn't really something I want to reminisce. Here's how it went:
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Cameron pulled up in front of his house. "You ready?"
"Absotively." I was actually trembling.
"They're going to love you."
"I hope you're right."
We got out of the car and walked torwards the front door of his house. You'll do fine just as long as you smile and keep breathing.- my grandma's advice before I left the house that night with Cameron.
I was wearing blue and black halter dress, which was a few inches above my knees. I also had on black stockings and black lace up boots. Cameron had on a suit that made him look 21 when he was actually 17.
Cameron knocked on the door. He had the house keys, but wanted to make me feel less anchors by pretending he was meeting his parents for the first time too. After a few minutes, the door opened to a handsome, older version of Cameron and a beautiful, younger version of Marilyn Monroe. In other words, Mr. and Mrs. Dammus.
"Hi. You must be Vanessa, I'm Mrs. Dammus."
I shook her hand.
"And Mr. Dammus."
I shook his hand as well.
"C'mon in. Dinner will be done momentarily, could you come help me set the table Eric."
Mr. Dammus followed his wife into the kitchen.
I looked around the living room that was decorated with Christmas decorations and a tall Christmas tree in the far end corner of living room. It wasn't decorated because it was Christmas Eve.
"How you holding up", Cameron asked as soon as his parents left.
"I'm still breathing, aren't I?"
"Keep it up." He smiled.
I smiled back.
His parents returned. "Dinner's ready."
We walked into the dining room, took our sits, and ate.
After an hour, things were going pretty good. That was until they asked of my interests and hobbies.
"Well, I'm really interested in wildlife." Technically not a lie. I research the wildlife around the mythical creatures.
"Really? So you want to be a veternarian", asked Mrs. Dammus.
"Not really."
"But you said you're interested in wildlife."
"Yes, I am."
"I'm not following."
"I take pictures of the wildlife."
"So you're into photography", asked Mr. Dammus.
"No. Wildlife."
They both gave me a puzzled look. I looked at Cameron with pleading look.
He said, "She's into wildlife because of the photos she takes."
His parents nod, though I feeling they still don't understand.
After dinner, we all went into the living room and gathered around the bare Christmas tree. Mrs. Dammus left the living room.
"Vanessa, we have a tradition in our family", said Mr. Dammus.
Mrs. Dammus came back holding a white box.
"And we take turns in this particular tradition, which is putting the star on top of the tree." Mr. Dammus walked over to Mrs. Dammus and takes the lid off the white box. Cameron walks over towards them and takes out this beautiful, silver and gold star. "And it's your turn, Vanessa."
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I forget what happens in the middle, but it ends with me breaking the star and Cameron's parents hating me ever since.
Cameron came back holding a rose. "For the lovely lady." He hands me the rose.
I take it. "Why thank you, handsome gentleman."
"Follow me." He holds out his hand.
I take it and he leads me through the dining room, the kitchen, and finally to the back porch.
"Wow." Cameron had decorated the the porch with little lights. I looked at a little table with two empty plates. "Cameron, what is all this?"
"Don't tell you forgot what day it is." Cameron leads me to the little table and pulls out my chair.
I sit. "It's not my birthday, it's definitely not your birthday, and it's not our anniversary. What day did I forget?"
"This is the day...", Cameron pushed in my chair and took a seat in the chair across from
me."you tell me the truth!"
It was a set up! A clever and romantic one, but a set up none the less. "Okay, I'll tell you."
"The truth?"
"The whole truth and nothing but it."
"Finally."
"But it's a long story."
"We've got all night."
"Prepare yourself."
He nods as if he's already intrigued, which he probably is.
Here goes nothing. ...................................
"Yeah."
"C'mon. See you at 10, Grandma." I kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the front door with Cameron.
We walked to his car and got in. Cameron put his keys in the ignition and drove out of the driveway.
-Half an Hour Later-
Cameron stopped in front of his house.
"We're having dinner here?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No. Not at all." It actually was. The last time I was here, which is when I was meeting his parents, it didn't go well. Of course I know his parents aren't here, but the memory still haunts me.
He took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. He then came over to the passenger side and opened the door. I got out and heard the door slam behind me.
As we walked from the driveway to the front door, I felt uneasy. My stomach was in a big knot and I felt light headed. Could I be transforming? I looked up at the night sky to see it was a crescent moon. Nope. I had been so focused on my queasy feeling, that I hadn't realized I was in Cameron's house.
"Have a seat. I'll be right back." He left.
I took a seat on the living room couch and for him to return.
I looked around his living room and tried to reminisce my first visit to his house. Like I said before, it isn't really something I want to reminisce. Here's how it went:
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Cameron pulled up in front of his house. "You ready?"
"Absotively." I was actually trembling.
"They're going to love you."
"I hope you're right."
We got out of the car and walked torwards the front door of his house. You'll do fine just as long as you smile and keep breathing.- my grandma's advice before I left the house that night with Cameron.
I was wearing blue and black halter dress, which was a few inches above my knees. I also had on black stockings and black lace up boots. Cameron had on a suit that made him look 21 when he was actually 17.
Cameron knocked on the door. He had the house keys, but wanted to make me feel less anchors by pretending he was meeting his parents for the first time too. After a few minutes, the door opened to a handsome, older version of Cameron and a beautiful, younger version of Marilyn Monroe. In other words, Mr. and Mrs. Dammus.
"Hi. You must be Vanessa, I'm Mrs. Dammus."
I shook her hand.
"And Mr. Dammus."
I shook his hand as well.
"C'mon in. Dinner will be done momentarily, could you come help me set the table Eric."
Mr. Dammus followed his wife into the kitchen.
I looked around the living room that was decorated with Christmas decorations and a tall Christmas tree in the far end corner of living room. It wasn't decorated because it was Christmas Eve.
"How you holding up", Cameron asked as soon as his parents left.
"I'm still breathing, aren't I?"
"Keep it up." He smiled.
I smiled back.
His parents returned. "Dinner's ready."
We walked into the dining room, took our sits, and ate.
After an hour, things were going pretty good. That was until they asked of my interests and hobbies.
"Well, I'm really interested in wildlife." Technically not a lie. I research the wildlife around the mythical creatures.
"Really? So you want to be a veternarian", asked Mrs. Dammus.
"Not really."
"But you said you're interested in wildlife."
"Yes, I am."
"I'm not following."
"I take pictures of the wildlife."
"So you're into photography", asked Mr. Dammus.
"No. Wildlife."
They both gave me a puzzled look. I looked at Cameron with pleading look.
He said, "She's into wildlife because of the photos she takes."
His parents nod, though I feeling they still don't understand.
After dinner, we all went into the living room and gathered around the bare Christmas tree. Mrs. Dammus left the living room.
"Vanessa, we have a tradition in our family", said Mr. Dammus.
Mrs. Dammus came back holding a white box.
"And we take turns in this particular tradition, which is putting the star on top of the tree." Mr. Dammus walked over to Mrs. Dammus and takes the lid off the white box. Cameron walks over towards them and takes out this beautiful, silver and gold star. "And it's your turn, Vanessa."
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I forget what happens in the middle, but it ends with me breaking the star and Cameron's parents hating me ever since.
Cameron came back holding a rose. "For the lovely lady." He hands me the rose.
I take it. "Why thank you, handsome gentleman."
"Follow me." He holds out his hand.
I take it and he leads me through the dining room, the kitchen, and finally to the back porch.
"Wow." Cameron had decorated the the porch with little lights. I looked at a little table with two empty plates. "Cameron, what is all this?"
"Don't tell you forgot what day it is." Cameron leads me to the little table and pulls out my chair.
I sit. "It's not my birthday, it's definitely not your birthday, and it's not our anniversary. What day did I forget?"
"This is the day...", Cameron pushed in my chair and took a seat in the chair across from
me."you tell me the truth!"
It was a set up! A clever and romantic one, but a set up none the less. "Okay, I'll tell you."
"The truth?"
"The whole truth and nothing but it."
"Finally."
"But it's a long story."
"We've got all night."
"Prepare yourself."
He nods as if he's already intrigued, which he probably is.
Here goes nothing. ...................................
"Good by danny," I said kissing him on the cheek one last time."we may not see each other again but I will remember you." for the past week danny and i have been dating on a crusie. (sorry spelling? my mind is not working today.)We both knew the day would come when we would not be able to see each other. Now it had come. I hugged him and walked down the gang plank.
4 months later
I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I said to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie or somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.
4 months later
I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I said to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie or somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.