Chapter 18

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"Leila our guest is here!" I hear my dad calls from down stairs.

"I'll be down in a sec!" I yell back and back to getting myself ready. I got the my closet and pull out my favorite black dress with black pumps.

while I'm getting dress I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in." I look up from the mirror and see that's it my mom. She's wearing one of favorite red dress that my dad bought her two years ago.

"Oh honey you look beautiful." She looks at me in the mirror.

"Thanks so do you. Well we better head down stairs." I stand up from my seat and grab my mother's hand and  walk down stairs together.

We make it to the bottom of the stairs and I see my dad bugging Matthew. 

Breathe Leila breathe.

"Oh there you two are. We can't keep our guest waiting now can we."

"Your right sweetheart hello Mr. Johnson I see you have already met my husband."

"Yes I have. You look beautiful by the way."

"Oh hush you. Okay everyone into the dinning room." My mom says and I start to follow, but I'm stop when heard my name being called.

I turn around to see Matthew looking at me up and down. " You look beautiful too Miss Hunter."

I smile and began to pick my nails. "You don't look to bad yourself."

He smiles at me and began to move closer. "Miss Hunter I have to ask you something important."

Oh my gosh.

"What is it?" He begins to open his mouth, but is cut off when my dad comes back in the living room.

"Hey you two dinners ready."

"We're coming dad." He walks back into the dinning room where my mom is. I turn back around and look at Mr. Johnson. " I'm sure it can wait until after dinner."

"Yes it can. Let's go eat shall we." 

I nod and walk towards the dinning room. I hope this dinner goes by fast.

 ............... 

We're all sitting at table having a nice dinners it was very quiet. Until my dad started to clear his throat. We all looked up from our plates. He gives us a smile and point to Mr. Johnson.

 "So Mr. Johnson where did you go to college?"

Matthew covers his mouth before he answers. "Washington State University."

I knew it. A lot of schools wanted Matthew, but he wanted to go to Washington State. 

"Oh good school. That's where pickle wanted to go." He says and I drop my fork.

No my father did not just call me that in front of my high school/ boss.

"Pickle?" Mr. Johnson looks confused. I shot my dad a glare.

Thanks dad.

"Pickle is Leila's nickname. Tell him how you got that name Leila."

I put my fork down and put my hands in my lap.

I take a deep breath. "Because when I was little I would always eat pickles"

I hear my dad and mom laughs while Mr. 

"Yep. I remember she would sneak down the stairs in the middle of the night and take the whole entire jar."

"I remember that too. And in the morning I would always find the jar by her bed." My mom says while laughing.

"I think it cute." I hear Matthew says.

I keep my head down to keep myself from blushing. I hear him clear his throat and speak up. " Well thank you so much for this lovely dinner, but I must get going." I stands from his seat.

"Oh thank you so much. Leila show him out." I left my head up and look at my mother.

Is she crazy?

"O-okay". I stand from my seat and led him out.

As we're outside I wrap my hands around myself to keep warm.

"It's a little chilly out here." He says as he put on his jacket.

"Yeah." I look down at the ground.

"Dinner was lovely Miss Hunter. Thank you for having me."

"Your welcome. What is it that you wanted to tell me again?"

He looks at me confused. "I'm sorry?"

"Earlier you said you had something important to tell me."

"Ohhh right um it was nothing." He looks down at his watch. "Well I better get going. See you Monday Miss Hunter."

"You too Matt- I mean Mr. Johnson." I almost let it slip. I see him wave at me and get in his car and drives off.

I go back in the house to help my parents clean up and after I have to text Sarah.

I know she's probably waiting by the phone. 




Wooooow I think this is the longest chapter I have ever written lol




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