[Sorry there is only one chapter! I normally like to do more than one but this is kinda a big chapter (storyline wise) so hopefully it will do for now]
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NINE: Kendall
"Oh no please don't do this to me now! Come on please survive," I pleaded with the ancient dinosaur of a computer that my mom owned. I had been telling her to get a new computer for years and here she is using the same HP desktop that is known for its periodic crashes. She claimed she didn't want to give up this computer because it had been Dads work computer and she didn't want to give that away. I could understand wanting to hold onto my dad but there were better things to hold on to than an ancient computer. "Thank god! Good computer just a little longer," I continued to croon as I printed out the directions to the Dilkash Indian restaurant from map quest. Once I had the precious directions in my hand I let the computer crash and moved into the kitchen to leave my mom a note. "Mom," I wrote. "Going out to dinner. Be back later; call me if you need me. P.S. Friday we're buying you a new computer whether you want one or not, Love, Kendall." I ripped off the sheet from the pad and stuck it onto the kitchen counter. With that I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already eight twenty. "Shit," I muttered. "I hate being late." I ran up the stairs and threw my phone into my purse then rushed out the front door.
I unlocked the car and slid into the drivers seat and threw my purse into the passenger seat. When I turned to grab the directions I had printed out and then slid into my purse I saw that the rental car had a GPS system. "Of course it does. Oh this is just so my life," I yelled at myself. "Here I'm running late because the computer wouldn't print direction that are now completely irrelevant to me," I continued as I set the GPS to go to the restaurant. "Now on top of everything I'm talking to myself, this is just perfect." I snapped out of it and put the car in reverse and began to back out of the driveway. I looked at the radio clock and saw it was eight thirty. I shifted the car into drive when I pulled out and sped down the street. The town was so calm I loved it. It was a complete picture of my childhood growing up here. I compulsively looked at the clock again and saw it was eight thirty two. Every minute made me stress more about being late. I abandoned noticing the setting of my location but put my full attention to driving. I swerved through the twists and turns of the neighborhood and made it onto the main road in record time. I was pleased to find out that the restaurant was not far away. Even with a GPS I have never been good with directions so the restaurant being close was a huge help. I whipped into the parking lot and tried to find a spot. I found one in front of the restaurant right next to a new looking silver BMW convertible. "Typical Californian," I muttered as I shifted into park and put on the parking brake. "Always has to have the big fancy car. I bet its some plastic surgeon."
The smells of delicious foods were almost overwhelming as I entered the restaurant. The lady standing behind the podium asked me how many were in my party but I ignored her as I scanned the partly filled the restaurant looking to see if Mark had already been seated. After searching almost the whole restaurant I began to turn back to the maître d' to ask for a table for two when I finally saw Mark seated against the back wall. He looked up at me and waved and I smiled and waved back. I pointed out Mark to the maître d' and told her I was joining him. She gave me a nod of recognition and I continued over to his table. As I walked toward the table I noticed it was along a giant glass wall that over look the lake. The moonlight reflected off the shimmering water and lit up the entire night scenery. This sight triggered memories of the first time Mark said he loved me.
(FLASHBACK)
"Okay you know the rules, always tell the truth and nothing but the truth, cant repeat questions, and to win the game you must answer the consecutive question after a pass," I explained to Mark. It was the last week of summer before going into the 11th grade. It was ten thirty at night and Mark and I were sitting on the dock playing our continuous and never ending game of truth. Neither of us have ever passed, we're both too competitive to lose. It was Marks turn to ask a question so while I waited I flicked the top of the water with my toes and watch the ripples extend out until they hit the silvery reflection of the moon. Mark took his sweet time thinking of a question and then all he came up with was, "If you could go to one place in the world where would you go?"
