Small Town Boy

Chapter 13

I knocked on the door of Wyatt's house for the second time. Almost instantly, it swung open, and my handsome boyfriend was smiling back at me. I took a second to check him out. He'd dressed up a bit, some nice pants, and a nice shirt which he wore over a long-sleeved undershirt. In his hand, he held a jacket, and on his face was his cute smile.  

"You're looking good," I whispered, keeping my voice low so it couldn't be heard. I'd surprised myself with how forthcoming I was. 

"You too." He grinned, speaking at a normal volume. "Mom and Dad just left for the store, they can't hear you."

"Oh, thank god." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you ready?" 

"Yes." He answered. "I just need to lock up." 

He exited the house, turning to lock the door then slipped the key into his back pocket. He reached out, grabbing my hand, and clasping it with his. I reciprocated, tightening mine around his soft, warm fingers. I led him down to the car. 

"Hey Parker." He said after we were seated inside. 

"Hey Wyatt." Parker greeted. "Is the plan still the same?" 

"Yeah." Wyatt nodded. 

"What?" I exclaimed. "You knew where we were going and didn't tell me." 

"Why would I tell you?" Parker laughed. "It wouldn't be a surprise then." 

"Yeah." Wyatt mocked me. "Be patient." 

Wyatt and I chatted while Parker drove. After a few minutes, we stopped in front of a small row of shops. Wyatt turned to me. 

"Stay here, I'll be back in a minute." He instructed. 

"What're you doing?" I asked. 

"You'll see." He grinned and slipped out of the car. I looked forward, catching Parker smirking in the mirror. 

"Stop being smug," I complained. 

"No." He laughed. "I'm driving you, so this is my reward." 

I threw my hands up in frustration and began ignoring him, instead staring at the door of the shop Wyatt had gone into. It was a small bakery, which meant he was probably getting food. Next to it was a convenience store, and next the that what looked to be a diner. It was nothing like the one at home. It was older looking, but it still had a charm. 

Wyatt emerged and made his way back to the car holding three brown bags. He gave one to Parker and put the other two on the floor next to his feet. 

"What is it?" I inquired. 

"You'll find out." Wyatt grinned.

"Urgh," I complained. 

"Is he always this impatient?" Wyatt asked Parker. 

"He sure is," Parker smirked, starting the car. He drove a few more miles, turning off the main road, before eventually pulling up in a small gravel parking lot. There were a few cars, but other than that, no sign of other people. 

"Is this it?" I asked. 

"Yeah," Wyatt answered, sounding nervous. "Thank you for driving us."

"Well at least one of you two has manners." Parker sighed. "I'll be back at five to pick you both up, give me a call if you need me."

Wyatt and I got out of the car, and waved as Parker pulled away, leaving us alone in the parking lot. 

"Um, where exactly are we?" I asked. 

"There is a short hiking trail I thought you might like." He explained, the two remaining paper bags in his hand. "Your brother said you liked this sort of stuff."