When I got home, my family was already there. The table was set with plates, napkins, and silver ware. Everyone is dressed up in fancy clothes, even Gracie and Madison.
"Hi guys" I shut the door behind me. But the look on everyone's face shows that they weren't just expecting me. I smile as I hug my family. They all greet me with open arms.
"You guys do know that dinner isn't even made yet." I laugh, looking at the prepared table.
"We know, we were hoping you could make it. We all decided we wanted you to make your famous Alfredo
penne pasta." says my sweet mother.
"Oh yeah, I think I could that." I smile. "But it will take about 30 min."
"Okay" she nods. Then begins toward the living room. My older sister and little brother follow her. My sister is 3 years older than me, and my brother is 3 years younger than me. Making my sister 21 and my brother 15.
My dad soon follows and my friends follow after him. I take the pasta out of its package and pour it into boiling water. Then bake some chicken and wash my broccoli. After the pasta is done, I drain it and add the Alfredo sauce. Then add the cubed chicken and broccoli. I portion out reasonable amounts on everyone's plate, then call them in. It's now 6:30 pm. So Josh should be here any minute. Everyone sits down and begins to enjoy the meal.
We are almost done eating when I hear a faint knock on the door. Everyone stops eating and turns their head to the door. I instinctively stand up and open the door.
"Hey" Josh says with a smile.
"Hi" I say sounding innocent. I welcome him inside and close the door behind him.
"Hi" he waves to my family and friends. They smile back to be polite.
"Guys, this is Josh." I say. I see that my friends are going crazy by the looks in their eyes, but they aren't showing it on the outside. On the other hand, I see my siblings looking confused but my parents catching on. I mean...I'm not going to come out and say "Hi everyone! This is my boyfriend Josh Hutcherson. You don't know him, but he's awesome!" So I just leave it at that.
Josh just stands there awkwardly.
"Oh! Sorry. Umm do you guys mind if he eats with us?" I ask.
"No, that would be fine." Gracie smirks. I pull up a chair next to me and set a spot for him, them give him some pasta.
"Thank you." he says each time. Once he's situated, we begin to finish eating in silence.
"So, how long have you two been together?" my Dad asks. How does he know? Well, I'm sure everyone knows...it's all over. You just need
an Internet to know. But, with blushed cheeks...I answer:
"A few months now." I say. Great. I don't know why, but I find this weird to be discussing with my family.
"I was away for about four months on a press tour for The Hunger Games. Tonight's my first night back." he says to my dad, as if to start conversation. And I'm glad. Because before I knew it, the whole family was engaging in conversation with him. My father and mother especially liked him. I could tell. My brother is hard to read, but I think he doesn't mind him. And I think my sister might like him a bit. Like as in a crush. She blushes when ever he glances at her.
Then there are Gracie and Madison, who he had sold before his lips said a word. After dinner, he helped clean up.
"Are we having dessert?" asked my brother, Aidan.
"Well, I could make a french apple pie, if that's okay?" he looks at me.
"Yeah!" Aidan exclaims.
"Sure. What do you need to make it?" I ask. Josh spits off the ingredients...and I think I have it all. So I tell everyone he's making it, and they slowly all migrate to the living room to watch more TV. I start to follow behind when Josh grabs my hand.
"I could use an assistant." he suggests.
"Alright." I smile.
We begin making the pie. He shows me his techniques and I show him mine. Between the two of us...we make a pretty mean French apple pie. But I can't take all the credit. He's an amazing cook! I wasn't expecting that. ;)
Right as the pie is almost ready to come out, he takes a pinch of flour and tosses it in my face.
"Oh, is that how you wanna play?" I laugh as I brush it away. I pick up pinch and toss it in his face.
"Maybe it is!" he laughs as he picks up a huge pile full and dumps in on my hair. I gasp from his last move, then dump flour in his hair. Lets just say that by the time the pie was down, we looked like snowmen.
Right as the oven timer goes off, I pull him into a hug and rest my head on his chest. Then kiss him on the cheek.
I sweep the floor as he takes out the pie. After its cooled, and we are more cleaned up...we being a slice to everyone in the living room. They had great reviews, and I'm glad. Because if the pie tastes as good as it was to make....then it must taste pretty good. ❤
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FanficA girl named Emma is trying to find her place and create her dream career as a singer in L.A. Things finally start going her way, when she unexpectedly meets Josh Hutcherson. The two start a friendship, then a relationship. As both of their careers...
