With You Forever

Spill the Beans

Ambers pov

"Do I need to set plates or bowls, mom?" I asked, referring to the type of dishes needed for whatever was in the oven spewing delicious smells for dinner.

"Plates, I made homemade pizza. And for dessert, rootbeer floats." Mom replied with a smile.

"Should have known, it's what you have every year for your anniversary. When are the Graces coming?"

"They should be here around 5:30. We have the same food because it's what we had for our wedding, except that was real Italian pizza, not homemade.."

"Ok, who else is coming?"

"Just us and the Graces until around 8:45, then the Valdez and the Zhang's will come over for a movie and game night. Of course, Tyler, Liam, and Asher decided to have a sleepover tonight. Oh well, I guess, boys will be boys. Especially these ones." She muttered.

"Okay, well unless there's anything else I need to help with, I'm going to ride Dale. See ya in a bit mom." I replied racing out the door before she could list more chores.

It was a relatively short walk to the stables where our five horses were kept, dad recently bought another one so we could all go on family rides, but the new one was kinda skiddish. I walked into the stables as I changed my mind and decided to ride Killy, the new one instead.

Soon I was mounted and ready to go. We walked at a good pace into the path that wove through the woods. Pulling out my phone I checked the time, didn't want to be late to dinner. It was almost 5, so I turned around and headed back. After putting the brown horse back into the stables I went into the house and ran up the stairs into my room.

My room was a light lilac purple. A bookshelf, loft bed with a desk under it, dresser, and sitting area took up the main space in the room. I entered my walk in closet and grabbed a towel before walking into the large bathroom and turning the shower water on hot.

After undressing I entered the shower and relaxed as the warm water hit my back. My thoughts drifted to camp half blood and more specifically, Ryan Young. The son of Apollo was the hottest boy who had ever walked this earth. His sandy blond hair was always messy, as if he ran his hand through it constantly, and his eyes were dark forest green that I felt like I could get lost in forever. We had been friend for almost three years, and both of us were single. He was smart and loved archery, and had a fear of rhinos and elephants. Strange, I know.

All to soon I left the relaxation and put on the dress mom forced me to wear. I applied a little make up and trudged into the dining room where the Graces were. Adrianna and Sadie were already deep into conversations.

"Oh my gosh, did you see Tyler's hair on Tuesday at school? He cut his hair! I have mixed feelings about it." Addie gushed. Usually she was more laid back, but when it came to Tyler Valdez, she was 100% teen girl.

"I know. I think your brother is hot. I mean, this may seem crazy, but he totally has the bad boy look. Thank goodness he's not a player. Has he ever even had a girlfriend? Oh, does he have a crush on anyone?" Sadie was definitely into my brother. That was kinda creepy to be honest.

"No, he's had a girl but they broke up a while ago. And as far as I know, he's not interested in anyone. But you two would be so cute together!"

"Really, you think he could like me?"

Felling awkward I walked away. It wasn't every day you caught your sisters best friend gushing about how hot your brother is. That was like the whole 'my best friends brother' thing on Sadies part.

I saw the adults talking in the corner and so I brought the food out to the table. We were all seated and about to dig in when we heard the front door slam open and groans from the front hallway.

One of those 'what the frick?' looks went around the table in a moment of silence before Mr. Grace flipped his coin into a spear and my dad uncapped Riptide. They led the way with the rest of us following behind like sheep. A gasp sounded as the ones in front took in the scene that lay before them.

Tyler Valdez was leaning against the door frame, his leg at an unnatural angle.

Liam Grace was holding his black and blue face in his hands as blood poured freely from a gash in his stomach.

And Asher Jackson was sprawled on the floor, covered in blood, with a bullet hole in his chest.

And he wasn't breathing.

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More soon,
- AsherM72