The Art of Knowing You | scott summers

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As we neared my grandparents house, I could feel Scotts nerves going through the sky. I know he tried to hide it, even aside from my ability I could've been able to tell. His hands constantly gripping the ends of his coat, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans on occasion too. I refuse to complain when he ran his hand through his hair though, I loved the messy look personally. I couldn't help but smile softly as I looked at him, his eyes glued to the door that we stood in front of- snow caught in his clothing and parts of his hair.

I had never been so happy than when I was looking at him, and what made me really love the moment was that he had chosen to come home with me to meet two of the most important people in my life.

"We going inside anytime soon? It's kinda cold out here" Scott asked while shuffling his feet, his breath coming out in puffs.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts before nodding my head "Yeah, Sorry" I knocked on the old door, the stain glass still the same its been since I was a child.

There was a pause before I heard the shuffling of feet on the other side, another moment and the door opened to reveal none other than my grandmother. An apron that looked like Christmas had barfed all over it was over her usual knit sweater and long skirt, her long grey hair was in a messy braid down her back. A few pencils were stuck here and there in the mess, a few stains of flour and other baking ingredients were also apparent on her apron.

But the most noticeable feature was the bright smile adorning her face as she took the two of us in, her eyes were as light as the Christmas lights that seemed to be covering nearly every wall in the house. I felt a smile grow on my face at the sight of her, her own love and excitement filled me up.

"My dear! I've missed you so much darling!" She nearly screamed as she took me into her embrace, her wooden spoon falling to the ground in the process- but I'm sure she didn't even notice, or cared for that matter.

I hugged her back the best I could while stuck in her arms, but she pulled back and turned her attention to Scott who stood rather awkwardly behind me. "And this must be Scott! My dear you are a LOT taller than I thought you to be, come on in, come on in." she smiled warmly to Scott before motioning for us to follow her inside. As we stepped in further, I got a whiff of the holidays cookies that seemed as if they were just taken out of the oven. And I got a better look at all the holidays decorations my grandmother had probably spent hours upon hours sorting through and deciding what looked best where.

I smiled as I looked away but was snatched from my thoughts when I sensed my grandfathers presence enter the room, I turned to face him as he came from the living room. He too was wearing a sweater that looked as if Christmas had puked all over it, Grandma had even dug out his reindeer slippers that he only wore for the holidays. I smiled at the sight of him as he cleared his throat "Well its about time ya'll got here! weren't ya'll supposed to be here a few days ago?" he asked.

I shook my head "No, remember we chose to stay back for most of the break? to be with our friends since most of them can't go back home? Didn't grandma tell you?" I glanced to grandma who must've gone back to the kitchen to fetch some cookies, because she was already handing several to Scott- who had one already shoved in his mouth. I giggled at the sight before my grandpa walked over to the two, he cleared his throat again and scratched his beard "You must be the Scott that Ambie can't seem to shut her trap about"

I felt my cheeks flush and my eyes widen at his words, this was going to be rather interesting.

Scott swallowed down the rest of the cookie before clearing his throat "Yes sir, Scott Summers" he stuck his hand out after setting one of his bags down.

My grandpa looked at him then down to his hand before taking it in his own and shaking it "Nice to meet yah kid, I hope you two arrived hungry because you're grandmother cooked up a real good dinner for you two" he nodded to the stairs "Why don't ya'll go put your stuff away upstairs and we'll set up the table all nice." I nodded before leading Scott up the stairs to my room and where he would be staying.

"Sorry if they came off kind of odd, I'm the only family member who still talks to them. And my Grandpa is like us so don't worry about it being accidently brought up or something, they don't mind at all" I opened the door for him but turned to see him standing in the hall way "He is like us? What can he do?" I caught him glance at one of the photos on the wall, it was one of me as a child with my "flower crown" adorning my head.

"He can make plants grow, except he is sort of connected to the earth I guess. This time of the year is usually rough on him since it's kind of hard to grow lots of things. But the flowers he can grow are absolutely beautiful, I'll have to check and see if he has any in the back that I can show you while we are here." I motioned to the room "This is where you'll be sleeping, I'll be right there" I pointed to the door right across from his "So if you need anything you can just knock" I smiled at him before moving past to go to my own room.

"Thank you" I heard him say from behind me, I turned to look at him over my shoulder- a smile was on his face which I quickly returned "You're welcome, just make sure to compliment my Grandma on her cooking-she'll love you till her last breath if you do" I smiled slyly at him before slipping into my room.

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We spent the next week helping around the house and hosting a couple dinners with family friends. We got snowed in a few times and we had to find ways to entertains ourselves inside the house- lots and lots of cards.

I didn't mind, and I knew Scott didn't really mind since I could tell when he was telling the truth or not-I think he just wanted more cookies. which my grandmother would offer him every time we had to play cards again.

That was also a thing I learned about Scott, he was surprisingly good a baking. He managed to keep up with my grandma who would spew random things at us about baking and what needed to happen. And it turns out-he makes a mean peanut butter brownie, I was guilty of having a few.

Christmas morning had come and gone in a warm blur and we celebrated. My grandparents had even gotten Scott and nearly all of our other friends back home gifts as well, most of them hand made sweaters than my grandpa had made-but the fact that they did that is all that mattered.

Although being here felt like a dream with the snow covering everything outside and making it seem as if the inside of my grandparents house was the only thing in the world that mattered, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad as the day neared that Scott and I would have to return to the school.

I loved being here with my family and him, it left a feeling of completeness deep inside me- and I realized that leaving was going to be rather hard.

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AN:

I am so sorry it's been awhile, I started classes last week and orientation was crazy. Thank you so much for all the votes and love- I really do enjoy waking up and seeing how much you all seem to enjoy this book! I'll work on updating more often!

xoxo

-J