24 Hours (Wattys 2016)

Hour 11

Hour 11

(5:00 PM EST)

    We picked up more food on our list before we checked out and drove back to my house to begin making dinner.

    "Okay." Beckett sighed. "What should we cook first?"

    "Um, maybe the vegetables." I replied, taking the broccoli and carrots out of the bag. "You know what we should do with these?" I lit up with excitement.

    "What?" Beckett asked as he unloaded the rest of the groceries.

    "My mom makes this really good special sauce and it tastes so good on vegetables." I replied. "It's in the fridge." I told him.

Beckett walked to the fridge and looked around until he found a glass container and asked me, "Is this it?"

I turned around to see what he was pointing at, "Yup." I nodded. He brought it out and placed it on the counter. "Okay, we need to cut these vegetables."

"I'll do the carrots cuz I'm an amazing peeler." Beckett suggested. 

"Sorry, these are baby carrots, they've already been peeled."

"Dang it." He joked. "I can still cut them." He took the bag of baby carrots and started cutting them into little circles. I began cutting the broccoli and once we were done we put them all into a pan with the sauce and stir fried it.

"Bruschetta time!" I announced, taking out the bread. It was already sliced so all we had to do was put it in the toaster oven. I diced the tomatoes and Beckett went and picked fresh basil off my moms plant. We put it all in a bowl and mixed it with balsamic vinegar and olive oil. The toaster oven went off so we put the mixture onto the bread.

"MMMMmmm." Beckett moaned. "Smells so good." He sighed.

"Have you checked on the stir fry?" I asked him. A look of forgetfullness fell on his face

"Crap." He muttered under his breath. he ran to the pan where the stir fry. "It may be a little burnt..." I walked back to see how burnt it was. It was really burnt.

"Well aren't we such MasterChefs?" I laughed. "Oh well..." I said. "We'll just have to eat more bruschetta." I smiled.

"Next thing to make on the list is chicken." Beckett said.

"Okay, how about I do that so it doesn't burn." I joked.

"I know thats a joke but it's probably best for you to make the chicken." He laughed.

When everything was ready we placed all our made food on the table and I yelled, "Jamie?!"

"Yeah?!" She screamed back from her room.

"Can you come take a picture of me and Beckett?"

"Ugh, fine." She groaned. She hobbled down the stairs and Beckett handed her the camera. We got behind the food and put our thumbs up. "Here." She handed the camera back after she snapped a few pictures.

"Thank you Jamie." I sang, pulling her into a big hug.

"Hey, can I have a piece of bruschetta?" She asked slyly.

"Yes." I told her.

"Yay, thanks. Have fun." She took the piece of Bruschetta and then went back upstairs.

"Now we eat." Beckett said in a very proper voice. He pulled out my chair for me and I sat down as he went to the fridge and got us some sparkling lemonade. He placed a glass in front of me.

"Thank you." I grinned, leaning back to give him a kiss. We began eating and talking.

"Today has been so fun."

"It's not over yet." I reminded him. "We still have fireworks and the carnival and so many more adventures."

"So glad I'm spending the day with you." He smiled.

"This is some really good bruschetta." We both began laughing.

"You know these burnt vegetables aren't that bad." Beckett held one up with a fork.

    "They're all yours." I smiled, pushing the plate towards him.

    "I never said I wanted it all." He pushed the plate back. "Man, this bruschetta is really good."

    "High five!" I put my hand out and he slapped it harder than I was expecting. "Oh my god. That hurt!" I held onto my hand.

    "Sorry, I didn't mean to hit that hard."

    "You know what would make me feel better?" I asked.

    "What? A kiss?" He asked.

    "Yes but no." I replied. "If I got to hit you back."

    "Okay." He sighed, holding out his hand. I slapped it and my hand vibrated.

    "Your hands are like freaking bricks!" I screamed. "Okay, I think I might need that kiss now." Beckett got up and walked over to my seat planting a long kiss on my lips.

    "Oh my god. Ew." Beckett and I stopped kissing and turned to the voice. Jamie was standing there, with her eyes shut. "I just wanted a granola bar."

    "You can open your eyes." I told her. She opened them.

    "Sorry Jamie. I was kind of my fault." Beckett apologized.

    "I don't need to know." She grabbed her granola bar and ran back upstairs. Beckett and I looked at each other and started bursting out laughing. He pulled me in again and pecked me on the lips.

    "Your sister is awesome." He laughed, heading back to his seat.

    "She likes you a lot too." I smiled.

    "I know." He said. "She told me." He whispered.

    "She's confident we're going to get married." I replied. "She's so set on being my flower girl."

    "I'm going to miss you."

    "Me too. But we shouldn't think about that now. We'll leave that for our future selves to deal with."

    "Sounds like a good plan." He gave me a small boyish smile and I smiled back, knowing that in this moment right now we were together and nothing else mattered.