AIRPORT ↠ Chandler Riggs ✓

[5] Dinner

Emersons pov
(I'm not always gonna switch back and forth)

"There we go" I said to myself, stepping off a small step ladder. I had just finished putting up some of my posters that were packed away. My twenty one pilot ones, my 100 ones that had Jasper, Bellamy, Murhpy and Clarke on  them and then my walking dead ones. I had Carl, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Daryl and Rick. And I also had some of the season posters. Yeah, you can say I'm a little bit obsessed.

"Give it back!" I heard Emmi yell from her new bedroom.

"Can't you guys shut up?" I yelled, snapping all of a sudden. I heard her groan loudly before she stomped off and slammed her door. I grabbed the step ladder and exited my room to head downstairs. As I reached the bottom Max and Brody crowed my feet, making it almost impossible for me to walk to the garage door to put the ladder away.

"C'mon guys, move" I laughed, my feet stepping over them as they jumped up to me but falling backwards. I let out a small chuckle and continued my journey to the garage, which took less then a minute. As I pulled open the door the smell of the gas filled my nostrils, making a smile appear on my pale face. That smell had always made me happy, to others it was gross or people would find it odd that I enjoyed that smell but me and my best friend from back home loved it.

"Hey sweetie" dad looked up from the other side of the car with a toothy smile on his tanned skin. He had a not so white shirt, due to the grease that covered a lot of it.

"Hi, just putting this back" I raised the ladder that was in my right hand up to show it.

"Okay" he gave me another quick smile before ducking back down to work on the car.

I placed the ladder down next to our little shelf and turned to walk back inside but was quickly stopped by a familiar voice that was deep and could make you fall in love with each and every time you heard it.

"Hey" Chandler came up to the door of the garage and dad quickly shot me a glance, a look of 'who is he?'

"Uh, hey Chandler" I looked between dad and Chandler, worried of what he would think.

"Hi sir, I'm Chandler" he walked over to dad and shook his hand as dad stood from where he was kneeling, shaking his hand back.

"Hi Chandler, I'm Graham. Emerson's dad." He let go of his hand and looked back at me for a second before looking at Chandler.

"Uh my mom wanted to know if you guys wanted to come over for dinner, we want to welcome you to this neighborhood. We would've done it yesterday but you guys looked busy" he never took his eyes off my dad and as he spoke he sounded happy and never once did he not have a smile, his smile made me smile.

"Of course," dad looked at me while rubbing his hands on a white rag that was lying on the cars trunk, "we'll be there in about an hour"

"Okay" with that Chandler turned on his heel and walked down our rocky driveway and crossed the street to his own house.

"Who was he and why does he look fam-" he started but I quickly cut him off, knowing exactly what he was gonna say.

"He's Carl from the walking dead, now I'm gonna go finish my room and get dressed" I said, trying to hide the smile that kept creeping into my small face.

I turned around and left the garage and passed by the kitchen and living room to get to the stairs, climbing one by one, thinking of what I would wear to their house. I didn't want to dress up to fancy to think I'm asking for something but I don't wanna under-dress and have them think poorly of me.

As I made it into my room I looked at the four full boxes on my floor, under my small, black, fuzzy carpet. They were full of books, clothes, bed sheets, pillows, and lastly souvenirs from traveling around and seeing different places.

I sat down on my floor and picked one of the boxes, opening  it up I saw two of my favorite books, We Were Liars and  Maximum Ride (first book.) before putting my books away I reached into my pocket and pulled out my gold iPhone and unlocked it, going into the music app I scrolled through the songs I had, I ended up picking one of my favorites, Carl Poppa.

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"Emerson, let's go!" My dad called up from the stairs.

"Hold on." I yelled back. Is told in front of my large mirror that was in the corner of my room, admiring myself. I was wearing a mint green dress that fit perfectly over my body, black flats and my infinity necklace that my dad gave to me when I was five.

I smiled at my appearance before walking over to my door, stopping I remembered that I left my phone on my night stand.

I crawled over my book stand and bed to grab my phone that was plugged into the charger, standing back up I almost fell over face first into the ground. Even if I did, no one would see it.

I walked back to the door, opening and shutting it as I left.

"Emerson hurry up!" I heard Emmi yell with annoyance in her tone, making it obvious she was being inpatient.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back, walking down our stairs. Mom, dad, Maddox and Emmi were all by the front door.

"Why did you dress fancy?" Emmi's nose scrunched up as she looked at my mint dress and my hair that was down.

"She's not, she just wants to make a good impression." Mom smiled warmly as she spoke, lighting up the room.

"Okay, let's go."  Dad opened up the door and held it for us, mom, Maddox, Emmi and I walked out in that order. It only took us a minute get over there and when we made it Chandler's mom, Gina, was very welcoming and she had set up a delicious meal for us to make. Our first real meal in a coup weeks. Steak, mashed potatoes and corn.

"Thank you guys for inviting us. This meal is delightful." Mom looked at Gina and William with a smile.

"Oh it's not a problem. We just want you guys to know that if you ever need anything we will be here to help." William spoke up, taking a sip of his wine. Chandler and I just kept giving each other awkward glances, I felt something between us. I want to know what it is.

//AN//
So idfk what this chapter was but it will get better soon! This was probably the last filler chapter for now. Leave some comments and don't forget to leave a vote!