Car Pool {c.h.}

2.3

the taxi driver placed my luggage outside my old home. i took deep breaths. though i had spoken with my family over the phone, i didn't see them often.

these nerve racking moments made me wish calum was here by myself right. sadly, he had to stay and finish up his shift, so we couldn't car pool. but he would be drive down later for dinner with my parents and sister.

my hand knocks on the door lightly. my father peeks through with a grin.

"my rockstar!" he engulfs my body into a hug after so long.

"pops," i laugh, wrapping my arms around him so tightly i could barely breath. "i really missed you."

my mother stepped out, wiping her hands on her dress and fixing a fallen strand of hair. "oh pumpkin, i am so glad your home." her finger run along my cheeks, still seeing my child-self.

"please come in, this is still your home." my parents lead me in as I pick up my suitcases.

"i though you were bringing a boy with you?" my mother speaks softly, i notice my sister napping on the couch nearby.

"yes, calum? don't tell me it didn't work out again!" my father already knew the whole situation from my speaking with calum prior to the trip.

"he'll be down for dinner, he's still working." i can't help but feel buddy and warm in the friendly cottage.

"that's fantastic, now you can help me start cooking while you tell me everything about this calum."my mother sings and takes me into the kitchen away from my father. picture frames hang around the room and pots and pans line up along the counter top.

"here you are." the plump woman tugs out an old apron and ties it around my waist. "i love your hair cut." she comments as she dives into her work on her famous turkey.

"thanks you." my hands run through the waves.

"so, calum."

"what about him?" i stare at her blankly.

"what's he like?" my mother sounded like a tween gossiping about the high school hottie.

"well, he's a boy." i giggle.

"esme, gosh darn it i knew that."

"he's australian." i add, rolling out some dough for an apple pie.

"oh, a foreign boy. how did you two love birds meet?"she continues to egg on the conversation.

"the local bus broke down and i didn't have a ride so he offered. we started car pooling."

"that's adorable, esme. before you know it we will be here for your wedding." she winks and we concentrate on out baking.

nervously i run my comb through my hair over and over again. my stomach was churning like a tornado. my eyes looked into the bathroom mirror, i was on the brink of tears.

"hurry up, slut." quinn demands outside the door, "we want to start soon." i didn't respond, i couldn't. i really wanted to avoid conversation with her for eternity. it was kind of impossible considering i was about to attend her wedding. a celebration all about her, and slightly about the groom.

i roll my eyes as i exit the wash room, stomping past the girl i was avoiding. i sat at the couch to wait for calum. i study the floral details in my skirt. each flower was different and very beautiful in its own way. this calmed me.

the door bell's chime makes everyone's head turn. it was calum obviously, and everyone was anxious. i race my dad to the door, wanting to greet the boy i loved first. i was too late.

"calum! pleasure to meet you." pop's back blocks my view of the aussie. "please, come in." my mother, quinn, and derrick all trail behind me, just trying to get a glimpse of my boy.

calum steps into the corridor, grinning ear to ear. he wore a button up shirt. a button up shirt for me. i leap into his arms and hug him, letting a sigh of relief escape.

"this is calum." i state, though it's clear who he is," calum, this is my father, mother, my sister, quinn, and her fiancé, derrick."

"honor to meet you all." the raven haired boy waves awkwardly. my arms are hugging his tightly.

"let's eat!" my mother laughs, bring us all into the dining room. we sit and begin the meal.

"so calum, what is it that you do?" pops says halfway through dinner while chowing down on mashed potatoes.

"i currently work in a music shop, but i plan to open my own store and give people music lessons, sir." calum answers, giving his best manners.

"a musician! just like esme! has she ever told you she used to play the violin?" my father claps joyfully.

"she has, but i have yet to hear her play."

"perhaps we can hear her play later."my mother suggests ignoring my shaking head.

"that would be awesome." calum's hand squeezes mine under the table for comfort. i was sweating buckets, but the dinner was going well and calum was here for me.