Pinky Promise

Chapter 19

Oh. My God. I might have to come over to Trevor's house for dinner everyday from now on. Salad, chicken, fried potatos, CAKE! And there's so much more I haven't even tried yet. I probably look like a pig, but at this point I don't care. I just want more of this food.

Matt and Mark kept looking at me with ammused expressions. Almost like they could read my mind and knew I was enjoying eating like this. Well you know what? When you have pizza for dinner almost every other day, dinners like this impress you.

"Andy, you so familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?" Carmen asked.

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

"Have you gone to school with Trevor long?"

"All my life."

She snapped her fingers. "Then that's where I know you from. He was obsessed with from the first day of kindergarten all the way to about sixth grade. I don't know what happened after that."

I looked over at Trevor trying to hold back a smile. His face had turned a bright red and he was looking everywhere except for me. I wouldn't give a hard time about it considering my mother does the exact same thing. I just like knowing someone liked me. Even if it was years ago.

Matt burst into laughter. "He's blushing!"

Carmen glared at him. "Hush. We don't need to embarrass people at the dinner table."

"Already done mom." Trevor mumbled.

I giggled a little. My mother would love these people.

Trevor's dad cleared his throat. He wasn't at all what I expected him to be. For his age, which was around 45 maybe older, he was very attractive. He had the same black hair that Trevor had, and very green eyes. It was kind of scary when he looked at you. Almost like he's looking into your soul. He's a nice man though.

"So Andy," He asked. "What does your mom do?"

Is this where they start to question and judge me. I knew this was too good to be true, but really? Why do it when I'm having the best dinner of my life?

"Um, she owns a restaurant." I told him.

"Which one?" Carmen asked.

"Little Italy," I said, hesitantly. I don't know if they like Italian food. "It's the one down town."

"Your mom owns that?!" Matt yelled.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"They have the best fettuccine I've ever eaten in my life."

"I'll be sure to tell her." I laughed.

He looked at Mark. "Do you know what this means? We have connections now! We can get free food!"

Mark rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."

"What about your dad?" Trevor's dad asked.

I looked down at my plate. Damn it. "He...he died when I was three."

Trevor ran a hand through his hair and gave me an apologetic look. It's no big deal. They didn't know my dad had died.

"Oh...well I'm sorry." He said.

I smiled a little. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

The rest of the dinner past by in mostly silence. I felt like there was awkwardness in the air, and of course that would be because I told them my dad was dead. I wish people didn't take it so bad. It just ruins everything and makes you feel like people feel sorry for you.

When we were done, Trevor pulled me back up to his room. "I'm sorry about them." He said.

"Why? That wasn't bad. I mean, I know I was thinking it would be but your family is a lot nicer than I expected...except Mark. I'm not a big fan of his."