Friends? || Weston Koury

Chp 16 - The Restaurant at the Other End of the Street

Alli's POV

We walk down the hallway looking for Mark's room.

747, 748, 749, 750, 751!

"There it is!" I whisper to Weston, a smile tugging at the ends of my lips.

We smile at each other, reading the others mind.

I knock on the door twice and we run behind the corner next to the door.

We hear the click of the lock being unlocked and the sound of the door swinging open.

"Hello?" Mark calls out.

We jump out, "Boo!" We yell.

Mark jumps up and runs back into his room, slamming the door behind him. While we were hiding behind the corner, I took down my high bun and fluffed up my hair a bit. Weston messed with his hair a bit as well.

We fell to the floor, laughing. I think I almost died because I was laughing too hard.

Mark comes back out, cautiously, and then says, "Haha, hilarious. You got me."

We laugh, twisting on the ground uncontrollably like fish our of water. Mark giggles, watching us laugh our minds out.

As we settle down, an occasional giggle escaping my mouth, we enter through the threshold of Mark's hotel room.

"Wow, Mark. Already messed up the place. You just had to, didn't you?" Weston shakes his head, trying to not laugh.

But fails.

Terribly.

Weston leans over, laughing. He stands back up a few seconds later, a few giggles erupting from him.

"Yeah, I just had to, Weston. I can't live in a place that's clean!" He says sarcastically.

"Naw, I'm just kidding man." Weston replies.

"I'm pretty sure we all knew that, Weston." I say, putting my hands on his shoulders.

He gives me that look, that look that says it all. It says, Bish, and Naw really. But it looked like it was in a friendly way.

I pull Weston over to my side and whisper in his ear.

"Oh yeah," He nods in reply, "Yo, Mark!" He calls out to the other room. Mark left a few minutes ago, I think.

Mark comes running in, "Yeah?"

"We gotta go. See you later tonight or tomorrow!" I say, skipping out the door with Weston.

We have to go to Weston's parents room to make sure we can go to the restaurant.

Weston knocks on the door, and within a matter of seconds, the door creaks open.

"Hey Mom?" Weston starts, "We were wondering if we could eat out today. You know, at a restaurant."

"Yeah, sure! Where did you have in mind?" His mom replies with a slight nod of the head.

We look at each other, realizing that neither of us remembered the name of the restaurant.

"Ummmm. Well... Wasn't it across the street?" I ask Weston.

"Oh, yeah! That Italian restaurant at the other end of the Street." Weston recalls.

"Yes, that's the one!" I yell out in victory.

"Okay, give us a few minutes and we'll be on our way." Weston's mother instructs us as she closes the door.

"So we have at least 10 minutes to get ready." I say as I hand the key card to Weston.

He shoved the card into the slot and opens the door, "They really mean 20 minutes. They take forever to get ready."

We walk in, I shut the door behind me, and we start to get ourselves together.

I pull out my make up bag from my suitcase. I open it up and look for the mascara and lipstick.

"Alli," I turn to see Weston standing behind me, "You don't need make up, you're already beautiful."

I blush as I stand up, mascara and lipstick in hand, "C'mon Weston, it's only these two things."

"Fine." He caresses my face with his thumb with a smile, trying to be soft around my bruise.

"Did you need to use the bathroom?" I ask, walking towards it.

"No, I'm good. Thank you."

I enter the bathroom, not closing the door behind me. I open up the mascara and apply it to my eyelashes. After I finished with both eyes, I grab the tube of lipstick and put on a little bit of it, smacking my lips together.

I exit the bathroom, realizing that my bruise is huge and visible. I grab my make up bag and bring it to the bathroom. I put away the mascara and the tube and take out the powder.
"You know, Weston," I start.

"No, I don't know." I hear from the other room. I think he's changing.

I giggle, "I was thinking,"

"That's dangerous, you shouldn't do that." Weston comes into the bathroom with a collared long sleeved shirt and a tie.

I laugh, "Weston, let me finish," He nods, trying to figure out his tie.

I pause what I'm doing and grab the tie from his hands, tying it myself.

As I make his tie, I continue, "I was thinking that we could do a Musical. Ly tutorial YouTube video your style. You haven't made one, other than the Meston one, in over a month."

He nods, looking down at the perfectly tied tie.

"Woah, where did you learn to do that?" Weston asks, astonished.

"Let's just say I've had a few years of experience." I smirk.

He smiles and we exit the bathroom. It was kinda getting awkward, getting lovey dovey in a bathroom.

We sit down on the bed. "You're not gonna change?" Weston asks.

"You're right!" I scream. I grab my suitcase and grab the dress for Sunday.

I sprint into the bathroom and shut the door. I throw off my clothes and slip on the dress. I fold the clothes, put on the sweater and leggings and open the door.

Weston's jaw literally dropped to the floor. I laughed at him, and he shook his head.

"Am I in heaven? Is Alli really that cute?" Weston dazed, lost in space.

"C'mon, cutie." We've got a restaurant to go to."

At the Restaurant

"Yes, I would like a water." I tell the waiter.

"Okay, I'll be right out with it." He smiles at Weston and I and walks off to the kitchen.

"This is nice." I tell Weston.

"Thank them," He nods over to his parents, over at the next table, "If they didn't drive us, then we would't be here, now would we?"

"I suppose not." I giggle.

Man, I daze, Before I met Weston, I thought he was just a crazy boy on the internet. But now look at him. All sweet, and strong.

The waiter comes back, handing us our drinks. Then we order.

"Just to clarify, you want a Spaghetti with a house salad and bread sticks. Is that correct?"

We nod in reply. The waiter walks over to Weston's parents table.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Weston asks, the waiter returning to the kitchen.

"Yeah." I blush.

"Don't be, I'll be there with you the entire time." He smiles.

I find myself and Weston leaning over the table, getting closer and closer. As soon as our lips touched, we heard a voice.

"What's up, Weston?"

We pull back, acting as if nothing happened.

"Hey Mario."