Maybe It Was Fate

Chapter Twelve

Before I knew it, Wednesday had rolled around and I was sitting on my bed staring at my cupboard. I had no idea what to wear. Should I dress up? Keep it casual?

I mean I want his parents to like me but I don't want them to think I'm trying too hard to impress them because then they'd find out I liked Chris.

I sigh and fall backwards on my bed and shut my eyes. I hear footsteps outside my room, then two short knocks before my door swings open.

"Hey honey," my mum says from the door. "Can you calm down? I can hear you hyperventilating from the kitchen."

"I need help!" I groan before falling back onto my bed.

"What do you need?"

"I have no idea what to wear to dinner tonight,"

Mum doesn't reply but I can hear her going through my cupboard and pulling things off coat hangers. She throws a bundle of clothes at me and walks out of my room, shutting the door again.

I sign and unfold the clothes. When I see what she picked out, I'm pretty surprised at how much I like the outfit together.

Mum just grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a light blue shirt that was tight on the torso then flared out towards the bottom.

I slip into the jeans and then the shirt. I cross the room and look in the mirror. I smile and realise that my mum has pretty good taste in clothes. Maybe I should take her shopping one day.

I grab my makeup and head into the bathroom. I decide to keep it light. I add some concealer and foundation. The put some light eyeliner of the waterline of my eye and add a brush or two of mascara.

I smile in the bathroom mirror, content with my look. Now to tackle the beast that is my hair. I run a comb through it but resort to brush because the comb isn't cutting it tonight.

When I look in the mirror, it looks like I stuck my tongue in a power socket. I run a straightener through my hair which doesn't take long.

As I walk back into my room, my mum comes in telling me that Chris is at the door. I nod and slip my black vans on.

I bounce down the stairs to see Chris playing with Michael in the living room. I smile when Michael jumps on Chris's back and starts yelling at him to 'go forth'.

When Chris spots me, a grin pulls at his lips. He flips himself over so the Michael falls off his back into his arms. He puts Michael on the ground and walks over to me, fixing his hair.

"Hey,"

"Hello," I smile.

"Okay kids. You'd better be off. Don't want to keep your parents waiting."

I nod and Chris opens the door, holding it for me to walk through first. I wait for him to catch up before waving to my mum and walking with Chris.

"So, what's for dinner?"

"I think we're making our own homemade pizza," he grins, rubbing his hands together.

"I see you like pizza?" I laugh.

"I don't like pizza. I love it."

"Me too! It's so good,"

We talk about pizza until we're walking up his driveway and into the house. He puts his hand on the handle but I pull his arm away.

He gives me a weird look. "What's wrong?"

"What if... what if they don't like me?"

"If they didn't think they would like you, they wouldn't have made me invite you,"

I nod to him, taking my hand off his arm.

He opens the door and allows me to walk in first. I wait for him to lead me through a hallway and into an open kitchen.

On the bench is a variety of fresh ingredients, tomato paste and pizza bases on trays. It already smells good and they haven't even been made yet.

Chris's house was really tidy. The walls were a nice cream colour and the couches in the living room were black leather.

I was studying the house when I felt a tap on my back and spun on my heel to come face to face with a woman. She had beautiful brown hair falling just below her shoulders, her brown eyes were lively and warm like Chris's, framed by a pair of glasses.

I smile at her and curtsey. Chris bursts out laughing and starting gasping for breath. My cheeks flush pink as I realise what I just did.

"Did... did you just... curtsey at my mum?" He manages between his laughter.

"Uh... I think?"

"Christopher!" his mother scolds. "Stop laughing at the poor girl,"

"Sorry Mum. It's so funny though,"

She chuckles and messes up his hair.

"Come on. It's nice to meet you, sweetie, I'm Ingrid," She gestures us over to the bench.

Chris grabs a plate for himself and hands me one. He then picks up a mini pizza base and slides it onto a tray so I do the same putting mine in next to his.

We start going through the ingredients, spreading paste on and sprinkling different sorts of toppings. I put on some pepperoni, some red capsicum and of course cheese.

Chris puts on pretty much every topping on the bench. I laugh at his pizza to which he grins at me. We slide our pizzas into the oven and Chris sets the timer.

He leads me into the living area, where the TV is on and a film I don't recognise is flashing on the screen.

"Hey Dad, this is Allie," Chris says, pointing to the man sitting on the opposite couch, paying close attention to the film.

He turns away from the screen and gives me a bright smile, in which I return.

"Hello Allie! It's great to finally meet you, I'm Peter,"

"Nice to meet you too," I say with a smile, sitting down next to Chris.

I watch the movie for a while until I finally recognise it. It was the movie Holes. I've always loved this film for some reason but I love the book more.

It was up to the part where Zero was explaining that he stole the shoes. The part where he spoke for the first time.

My attention drifts from the movie and I notice that Chris has somehow gotten really close to me. My cheeks heat up but I let my hair fall in front of my face so Chris doesn't notice.

Unfortunately, he looks at me and seems to be studying my face. I try to keep my eyes focused in the direction of the TV.

Out of the corner of my eye, Chris opens his mouth to say something but the oven beeps, cutting him off.

I turn to look at him and smile. We both get up and race into the kitchen to see Ingrid pulling the pizzas out of the oven.

The melted cheese is bubbling on top and the smell makes my mouth water. Ingrid rolls a pizza cutter down the middle cutting out pizzas into quarters before sliding them onto a plate.

I grab my plate and Chris hands me a glass of ice tea. I follow him back to the living room and we sit down to finish the movie. Ingrid joins us soon and hands Peter a pizza.

We eat the pizzas, making comments on the film every so often and laughing together. That's how I spent the rest of my night.

//

I hope you guys are enjoying this book so far

Be sure to vote and comment your thoughts :)