Chapter Ten
Tyler's parents ended up driving in their car while Tyler and I followed them in his car to the restaurant. The ride to the restaurant was quiet and filled with a comfortable silence; a silence that at one point I didn't think would ever be possible between the two of us. But now as I sat beside him in his car I knew that something was forming between us. I didn't know what it was; a friendship, maybe. No, that's too strong of a word. More like an understanding. Yes, that's it. We're starting to understand each other, able to get along a little easier.
"Brown eyes . . . Amy." I was brought out of my thoughts when Tyler lightly shook my arm.
"Huh?" I asked, a little embarrassed that I was too absorbed in my thoughts to realize that he was trying to get my attention.
I could see amusement in Tyler's eyes as I looked at him. "We're here." Was all he said before he lightly chuckled to himself and hopped out of the car.
I smacked my forehead. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Quit getting lost in your thoughts when you have more important things going on at the moment. You can do that when you're alone, I scolded myself.
I unbuckled myself and grabbed the door handle to open it, but stopped myself when I remembered that Tyler was supposed to open it for me. We were in public now and we had to act like a normal couple. Especially since his parents were with us and watching us.
Tyler came around and opened my door then offered me his hand. I took a big breath then took his hand with a smile. A small smile appeared on his face and he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
We met back up with his parents and made our way inside the restaurant where we were showed to our table by a blonde waitor who looked to be about mine and Tyler's age.
We ordered our drinks and the waiter excused himself to go get them while we decided what we wanted to order. I had never been to this really fancy restaurant so I had a harder time deciding than Tyler and his parents. When I got to the point that I was just going to randomly pick something, Tyler leaned over and suggested that I get the lemon chicken. Relieved and trusting his opinion, I nodded and told him 'thank you'.
"No problem," he whispered and winked before looking back down at the menu.
A light blush appeared on my face and I tried to hide it behind my curtain of hair while I mentally willed it to go away.
I looked across the table and noticed Tyler's parents smiling and chuckling while looking at Tyler and I. Apparently they had noticed our little exchange and found it cute. Good, so so far they're buying our little act. As long as I don't mess this up, everything should go as planned.
Tyler's mom was the first to start conversation. "So, tell me, you two, have you thought about any of the wedding plans yet?"
My eyes slightly widened at her question. Wow, she got right to the point. I looked over at Tyler and he was giving me a pointed look. He was right, she didn't waste any time on asking about the wedding.
"Well, um," I faltered. I had no clue what to say. I could say no. Cause we in fact hadn't decided anything on the wedding. Not even a date set. Of course, we've had . . . other things on our minds as of late. Luckily Tyler saved me from embarrassing myself.
"No, we haven't, Mom. We didn't get to that yet. Guess we didn't have to, though, cause I knew you wouldn't mind setting up everything. Am I right?" Tyler said, a small smirk on his face. He grabbed me hand under the table and gave it a small squeeze.
His mom smiled the biggest smile ever. "Oh, Tyler. I suppose you were right. You know me so well. I was in fact wondering about all the things we'll need to plan out." She stopped and looked at me. "But, I wasn't going to do any of the planning unless I had your lovely future wife help me with the planning and putting in her opinion. After all, it is her wedding."
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Novela JuvenilAmy Simmons: quiet, shy, responsible, hard worker, straight A student, your average good girl; every parents dream. Tyler Black: arrogant, loud, irresponsible, an ego too big for his own good, straight F student, your average bad boy; every parents...