The Devil in the Form of Those That Follow: Calamitous

CHAPTER FOUR

TW: Slight Sexual Assult.

"...can't fully ignore it..."

They all got to the restaurant, which was simply called Bella's. It did seem pretty fancy. It kept the same architecture style as every other building, but seemed to be more open with a giant arch that led to the outside dining. They all pushed Lana to the front as they made their way in.

They weren't sure what she had said, but they were led to the outside area and sat.

"This is fancy," Ronnie said as he took off his jacket.

"Eh, not really," Aven replied.

"Woah, do you see these candles? They like... smell really good," Ronnie had finally noticed the decor in the middle of the table. They were sitting alone, but still close to everyone else.

"Yeah sweety, that's what candles are for," She grabbed it out of his hand and sat it back down, "I want to kind of talk to you about something."

He hadn't heard her, so he picked up the menu, "I can't even pronounce these. Rata... tooly- No, ratatowel."

Aven put her hands on top of his menu and pushed it down. "I wanted to talk to you about something," she reiterated.

"Ooh, what?"

"So, you haven't met my parents, and I was wondering if you wanted to meet them tomorrow,"

"Oh woah. Parents?"

"Yeah, I think it's about time. They're actually in Paris right now,"

Ronnie wasn't sure what to say. He wanted to meet them, but if he saw them he'd probably cower in fear.

"Well I mean, whatever you wanna do," he mumbled as he started to play with the table's cloth covering.

"I'm asking you for a reason," She noticed him toying with the cloth, "Stop that, you'll rip it," She reached into her purse and pulled out a hair tie, "Here." Ronnie let go of the cloth and started playing with the hair tie.

"Well, I guess I'll go," he finally agreed.

"Okay, it'll be at around noon tomorrow since they're going to Italy at five to meet some people quickly. We're gonna meet at the hotel and they're gonna drive us to wherever they want, if they want to go somewhere,"

"Will it be like a test?"

"Slightly, but they shouldn't be too harsh,"

"Hopefully,"

Beside them was Greg, Lana, Tommy, and Mariah.

"You speak two different languages?" Mariah asked Lana in awe.

"French and English, and I'm working on Russian," she replied.

"What's it like to be smart? I just wanna know,"
"Mariah, you are smart,"

"I am? That's weird- Oh, you wanna know who's smart? Greg," She looked over at him, "He told me to watch this one movie, and it was really good."

"I wouldn't say smart, I'd just say good taste," Greg chuckled a bit, "Plus, I had to show someone Airplane!, since apparently barely anyones seen it."

"You don't have good taste. You taste like spaghetti and gum,"

"What?" Tommy asked with a shocked smile.

"Oh yeah, Aven and him switch rooms last night and we-"

"Okay, enough of that," Greg put his hand over her mouth.