My Adopted Family.

My Adopted Family *Chapter Five- The Dinner.

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My Adopted Family Chapter Five... The Dinner.

Chelsea's POV

I swear, these things hate me.

Well good thing for me, I hate it, too.

Today is the day, the day I have dinner with Justin's family.

Justin is like an annoying brother to me, but Brandon, of Brandon is a whole different story.

He's attractive, cute, funny, and sweet.

I wonder how old he is. Hmm.

I took the stupid curling iron out of my long, dark locks and put some hairspray in.

I walked over to the phone and decided to call Justin. After four rings, Justin answered.

"Chelsea, what do you want?"

"How old is Brandon?" I asked.

"Ou, so you can marry him one day?"

"Maybe, now tell me!"

"I think twenty-one or twenty-two."

"Okay, bye!"

I hung up.

I continued curling my hair.

I finished after a while, so then I put make-up on.

Liquid eyeliner at the top, stick eyeliner on the bottom and a lot of mascara. I put some peach lipgloss on.

I looked in the mirror and nodded in approval.

I walked to my closet. Finally, I needed a dress and shoes.

Hmm, I got a skin tight black dress, and a pair of black flats.

I looked in a mirror.

I've seen better, I've seen worse.

"Chels! Are you ready to leave yet? Jusin's picking us up soon!"

"Yeah, I'll be there soon!"

I took my purse and searched for something in there.

I grabbed my Tic Tacs and shoved a lot in my mouth. My throat burned.

I  chewed them, then swallowed.

I ran to the kitchen and chugged a cold glass of water. I love the cool senstaion I got in my throat once I finished.

I breathed havily and looked over and Tasha, who was staring at me like I had eight legs, three head, 12 eyes, and 4 and a half noses.

"What?" I asked.

"Uh, nothing, can we just go?"

"Is Justin here yet?" I asked.

"No."

"Then no."

"Can't we drive your car?" Tasha asked.

"No," I answered.

"Why not?"

"Because my 'boyfriend' is supposed to drive us."

"Urg, whatever."

Tasha was wearing a red, polka dotted dress, red heels, light eyeliner, some mascara, and poppy red lipstick.

"Look at who's here," Tasha smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

Tasha and I walked out in the cool, evening weather.

I sat in the passenger's seat while Natasha sat in the back with Jimmy.

"You both look amazing," Justin complimneted.

"Thank you," Natasha said with glee.

I said nothing.

I was looking outside the whole time.

Didn't care about anything else.

We pulled into a long driveway. Wow, the house was more impressive than the lawn. The lawn was green, no yellow grass anywhere. There was a circle where you can exit and enter. In the middle of the circle, where some flowers and a huge fountain with water. The house was huge. Four storey house maybe? It looked like the White House, but it wasn't white. It was made out of bricks and the windows and door were covered in white.

Pretty fancy.

We all got out and walked towards the door. In front of the door, where stairs, six maybe.

Before any of us could open the door, Brandon opened it. He greeted us all.

He took my jacket and hung it up.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"No problem."

Brandon was wearing a black tux, man he looked good in a tux.

"Are you rich or something?" I asked.

"I guess you could say that," he laughed.

I don't get what's so funny so I just shurg it off.

"You're too cute when you're confused," Brandon whispered in my ear and I blushed. "And when you blush."

"Oh, stop it," I laughed.

Justin and Natasha looked at us weirdly.

Luke came running down the long stairs.

"Whoa, Chelsea! You look hot!" Luke spotted Natasha. "Ou, and who's this cutie?"

"Natasha," Natasha shook hands with him.

"I'm Luke," he kissed her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Luke."

"The pleasure is all mine. Come on, let's give you a tour of this house."

He took along a huge hallway.

"Do you know where a bathroom is?" I asked.

"Yea-" Justin was cut off.

"I'll show you," Brandon told me.

"Okay."

Brandon walked me along a huge hallway, then we made a left, then a right, then a left.

"I'd get confused if I lived here," I said.

"It's not that confusing once you get used to it."

I stayed quiet.

"Ah, here we are."

I opened a door to a bathroom the size of a bedroom.

I gasped.

"Now you better hurry, I'd like to show you a tour of my house."

I quickly did my buisnessand checked my hair and makeup. I walked out and found Brandon leaning against the wall.

"They already called us down to eat so let's go."

"Okay."

We walked back to the main room and then a left and another left until we got to a dining room. The dining room was huge, The size of an average basement.

The table could have fit nearly fifthty people.

I sat beside Tasha and Justin and across from Brandon.

I felt someone lightly play footsy with my foot. I pretended to drop my fork. I got out of my chair and saw it was Brandon. Figures.

I took my fork and sat up quickly.

"Oh, Chelsea, you look lovely today, and same with your friend Natasha, I believe?" Lorraine complimented.

"Thank you. You look quite elegant," I smiled.

"You're home is amazing!" Tasha complimented.

"Thank you, dear."

I took a bite out of my chicken fried rice. It tasted amazing!

"So, Chelsea, when are you planning on marrying my son?" Mr. Prescott asked.

Brandon, Justin and I all started choking.

"We, uh, hvaen't talked about it. We've only been d-dating for," I coughed, "for a few days."

"Well, you'd really be lucky to have a wife like Chelsea, Justin," Lorraine smiled.

"They making me a sister," Jimmy told his grandparents.

Everyone looked at us, even Tasha.

"Uh, no we're not."

"Yeah, Jimmy just wants a sister," Justin patted Jimmy head.

"I want Chelsea be my mommy!" Jimmy yelled.

I choked again.

"I wouldn't mind having another nephew or niece," Luke said.

"I really don't want kids though," I said.

Everyone turned to me once again.

"But I'd like so many more grandchildren," Mrs. Prescott said.

"Maybe I'm not the one then."

That slipped out of my mouth. I covered it.

"Of course you're the one, we all like you," Mr. Prescott said.

"Excuse me," Justin said as he left the room.

Everything went quiet.

I meantally slapped myself.

I really shouldn't have agreed to this.