Beacon Falls - 1

Chapter 8 - Bon Appetiete

Michael

"I like you sister; she and I are going to have so much fun teasing the crap out of you!" Abby countered as we made our way through the hallway. The rustic colour made the stone

cladding stand out more against the dark furniture. Our room was in the very back of the Inn, on the second floor with a view of the lake in the distance across the forest of trees.

"Please don't. I am already a bundle of nerves!" I said adjusting the bag on my shoulder.

"It's going to a great weekend!" She said. We reached our doors that were opposite one another.

"I will see you five minutes" I said, catching the last bit of her eye roll.

The suite was massive in size with a small living room decorated like the rest of the Inn, rustic furniture, dark wood cupboards and tables, white couches and a few Persian rugs. A sliding door led out to the small balcony where you could lose yourself in the view of the lake. On either side was a room, the main bedroom was on the left and the guest slash study was on the right, each with their own bathroom. A tv hung on the wall beside the bedroom door. I had a Television at home and I have never even switched it on. I never had the time to actually sit there and watch something. I would rather work, go into my gym or sit outside and read. Guess that's why I forced on my extended vacation. The bedroom door creaked a little as I pushed it open. A large king-sized bed covered in a ruby red duvet set, and a few to many pillows. On either side was a bedside side table and lamp on top. The en-suite bathroom was large. A walking shower with small ceramic tiles on the wall and large head that would feel like standing underneath a waterfall. In the corner was a bathtub or jacuzzi, either way I have feeling I will be relaxing in that.

I hung my suit on the nearest door gold handle, my luggage by the foot of the bed before I had a quick glance in the mirror. My hair was a little bit messy and my dark blond roots were a few shades darker that Sarah's. A few bags hung under my eyes and a three-day stubble along my jawline. Other than that, I was looking great. Before I left to meet Abby in the hallway, I dug out my leather jacket I hid in my bag just for in case the cold comes out later. Abby took a few minutes longer than myself. Once she emerged, I understood why I waited. She was ditched her jeans and top for a pink Sun Dress, gold heals and her hair was back in its pixy cut, hanging freely. Her eyes caught me staring.

"What?" She asked, placing her room key in her gold clutch. "Really?" I said pointing at her wardrobe change.

"A girl never knows who she is running into" A Smirk on her face followed by an eye roll

from me. I guess one of us should get lucky while we are away and I know for sure that will never be me.

"Whatever you say, princess" I teased.

We met Sarah and Daniel back in the lobby before we left the building. Upside about a small town everything was within walking distance from each other, downside everyone knew everything about your business. We walked a few blocks before Jean's Diner came into view. The place has not changed at all. The open planned Diner with circular tables and chairs lined out on the walk around deck. A large glass door stood open in between the dark bricked walls. It looked like a fancy NY restaurant from outside but was one of the best local Diners in town, best known for their catch of the day. Inside the diner, I found myself looking at the bricked walls decorated with memories of each year that the place has been open. A long- stretched bar on my left with a few bar stools and top of the range equipment behind it. A jukebox beside it, a few scattered tables in between the bar and the walls on the right lined with u shaped red leather booths. The wood floor still creaked when you walked on the panels. I use to make it a game to see how long I could go without making a single panel creak underneath my wait. I never lasted long. The moment we entered Jean herself was at the door waiting to greet us. Time has been good to her. She must have been now near sixty. Her brown hair shoulder length with a few grey roots popping through. She had a few wrinkles around her eyes and on either side of her mouth but other than that she was as always still flawless.