The List [Discontinued] #TheFloraAwards2017

Chapter 4

"So, I've lived with my aunt since then," I say, talking with Hunter's parents at the dinner table.

From their appearance whenever I see them on TV they seem like rich snobs, but really they're kind-hearted people who obviously really like me. "I'm so sorry about your family, really," Hunter's mom, Abigail, says, genuinely looking sorry about what happened to my parents and brother.

"Yeah. I wish there was something we could do about it," Hunter's dad, Nathan, says, looking over at his wife. "It's fine. Seriously. I got over it a while ago, and I know they can never come back. It's completely fine. Anyway... change of subject. Umm...," I say, rubbing my arm and looking around the room, awkwardly trying to change the subject.

"I'm back," Hunter says, coming back into the huge dining room from the bathroom. "Good," I say, looking down at my plate. Hunter had to go use the bathroom, so his parents and I were delaying eating for a while by talking about me and my life.

"All heads bowed, all eyes closed," Hunter's dad says, and I realize he's about to pray. My family and I were avid Christians before they... you know... and I haven't really had much time to go to church very often since then, so I was utterly surprised with them wanting to say grace. I bow my head down and close my eyes, and Hunter's dad begins to pray.

"Amen," we all say in unison, and I watch as Hunter's parents immediately dig in to their food. Wow, for rich people they sure aren't as snobby as I expected. They're just... normal parents. That's surprising. I then pick up my fork and swirl it into my pasta, wrapping it around the fork. It creates a very neat bite, and makes pasta way easier to eat. I take one bite, and it feels like I'm in Heaven. Woah, their cooks ARE good!

After we finish eating 'the main course', some men in uniform come in and hand us some dessert. It looks like a brownie with milk, white chocolates all over it, and a strawberry on the side, but I'm sure these rich people have a specific name for it. I take a bite of it, and I immediately fall in love.

"Hey....Um.....You don't think I could....you know, take some of this home?" I say, looking from Hunter to his parents. They all just laugh.

"Well of course you can sweetheart," Abigail says.

"Vincent!" Nathan yells, clapping his hands twice. A middle aged man comes out of the kitchen with a tray in his hand. We can't see what it is though.

"Do you mind preparing some more dessert for our lovely guest?" Nathan asks in a polite tone, gesturing towards me.

"Way ahead of you, sir," Vincent replies, taking the cover off of the tray, to reveal some more desert in a small to-go box. He hands it to me, and I thank him. Then he kisses my hand. Hunter clears his throat, and Vincent leaves immediately.

After we finish dessert, I thank Hunter's parents for everything, and they tell me I can come back anytime. Hunter leads me outside, and we sit on the marble stairs that lead up to the house. I shiver, because of the cool autumn breeze blowing our way. Hunter, being the gentleman that he is, takes off his coat, and places it around me. I smile at him, and he does the same back at me.

I then look up at the sky to see a full moon, and it brings back the memory of the times my parents and I would plan to stargaze, but always end up staring at the huge white spherical object titled "The Moon". Tears fill my eyes, but I wipe them away quickly, not wanting to ruin this magical night with my new boyfriend. Well, he isn't technically my boyfriend yet, but a girl can dream, right?

After a while, Hunter leads me to the limo, and the drive home is silent. As soon as we get back to my house, Hunter and I walk up the front steps, stopping for a second at the door to the house.

"Emily, I really like you. I really do. And this is kind of awkward to ask... but will you be my girlfriend?" Hunter says, taking both of my hands in his.

I am in utter shock, and all I can do is nod. He lets out a breath I didn't realize he was holding at first, and gently puts his hands on my hips. I drape my arms gently over his shoulders and look into his beautiful eyes, and I can see them twinkle slightly. His eyes are dilated, and I smile at him. I don't realize what's happening until he leans in and kisses me, and it seems like second nature just to kiss him back, so I do. Did he get better at kissing since last time, or is that just me? I think that's just me... or is it?

As soon as he pulls away from the kiss, I long for more. "Umm... I guess I'll see you later? I'll text you when I get home," he says, starting off down the stairs.

"Bye," I say, waving at him slightly. He turns around and waves back at me, and I go into the house. As soon as I get inside, I sink down to the floor against the door. I guess I have a boyfriend now.

Four down, six to go.

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The List:

This List is for me, Emily Olivia Jackson, to complete before my 18th birthday. It has 10 things to do on it because 10 is my favorite number.

1. Go on a date| ✅
2. Get a boyfriend| ✅
3. Take a long walk on the beach with my new boyfriend at sunset|
4. Have my first kiss|✅
5. Get my drivers license|
6. Get drunk and do drunk stuff |✅
7. Fly in an airplane|
8. Go to a concert|
9. Go cliff diving|
And most importantly...
10. Lose my virginity|

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