A Weekend at the Lake House

The Restaurant

Disclaimer: All rights belong to their rightful owners even though I would gladly keep Greg with me. Sadly I can't. :( *cry*

Chapter 3

Mia's POV

Greg and I walked back to the house and saw Andre at the porch, waiting for us. We were going to eat at some restaurant tonight.

"There ya guys are! We've been wondering where you've been to." Andre said while wiggling his eyebrows at us. "So, what did ya do in the woods?"

"Nothing, man. Get your mind out of the gutter!" Greg rolled his eyes and slightly punched Andre on the shoulder.

"Uh huh. I'm sure nothing happened at all." Andre said sarcastically. Nothing actually happened. We were just hugging. Sure, it felt amazing to have his arms around me and his scent will be forever remembered by my nose, but we didn't really talk about what we were. I mean, we just hugged, that's all. And sure, I like him, but does he feel the same way? I mean, what if he doesn't and I'll just end up being hurt. What if he does, will that make things change? What if, what if, what if...

Minutes later, all the adults and the kids came out of the house.

"Mia, you'll be riding with us while your uncle rides with the Mckenzie's." Lenny said.

"Cool." I responded.

"Sit with me." Greg whispered in my ear. His voice was low and husky and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I was so lost for words about what was happening so I just nodded at him. He threaded his fingers with mine and then led me to their car. We climbed at the back and I was stiff as a stick. Me and Greg were all alone in the third row while Becky, Rita and Keithie occupied the second row. Lenny took the driver's seat while his wife, Roxanne, on the passenger seat.

I saw Greg do 'The Move'. Ya know, the yawn, stretch and then places arm on shoulders trick. I smiled a little began relaxing into his side and hesitantly placed my head on his shoulder. The car was silent with a few coughs here and there.

After a few minutes, we arrived to our destination and I felt Greg press his lips to my temple. We got out of the car and went in. We were led to a long table and we all sat down and I was squished between Greg and Keithie.

"Hey, Lenny, remember when we used to come here in high school late night after we got wasted." Uncle Marcus sang and Lenny shushed him.

"What's wasted?" Donna wondered. My uncle can't ever keep his mouth shut around kids. I wonder how Lenny will explain this without giving the whole truth out.

"Nice one, Higgy." Lenny muttered. "Uhm, wasted...is something that...happens...when you have a hankering for ice cream."

"Oh, I wanna get wasted!" Andre stood up.

"I wanna get totally wasted!" Charlotte said next.

"I wanna get wasted every single day of my life!" Donna exclaimed.

"I wanna get chocolate wasted!" Becky said.

"Oh, you don't need to get wasted. That's okay." Roxanne told her daughter.

Me and Greg were silently laughing in our seats and was shocked that Andre didn't even know the word 'wasted' yet. The waitress went to our table and asked what our order is.

"You know what. Let me make this is easy, uh, eighteen burgers and eighteen fries, okay? And that'll be just for me. What are you guys having?" Eric laughed.

"Lamonsoff!" Lenny cheered.

"Yeah, yeah. Do me a favor, that's for everybody, just put it on the card." Eric then proceeded to hand his credit card to the waitress while Lenny protested.