Diary, Diary// f.w.

Thanksgiving Dinner Pt. 2

"What's that you have in your hands?" Jack stepped forward, his curiosity at its peak. Nick shifted on his feet and gave an awkward smile. "I brought pumpkin pie...and some whipped cream. I didn't know if anyone was allergic to pecans..." He spoke in a low voice. I noticed he tends to slowly drag out his sentences and words. 

Jack looked down at the orange circular object with hungry, eager eyes. "Cool, thanks!" He took the pie and whipped cream out of Nick's hands and ran into the kitchen. I immediately facepalm myself, as everybody in the room laughs. He stands still with a half blank, half confused expression. 

"I apologize on his behalf. Jack loves food more than people. He eats anything that looks delicious." I giggle. Nick runs a hand through his long dark locks and chuckles. "Yeah, I kinda sorted that out. But don't worry about it. My younger brother is the same way." 

"Speaking of your brother," Micah, one of Oliver's best friends, rolled off the couch to join the conversation. "Where is he?" 

"Oh, yeah about that." Nick walks over to Micah and pats him on the shoulder. "He won't be here after all. I'm sorry. I know you guys were looking forward to meeting him."

Oliver never told me Nick and his brother would both be joining us tonight.

"Ah." Micah shrugged it off and went back to sitting quietly on the couch, doing whatever he was doing on his phone. It seems as though he really wanted to meet Nick's brother... I kinda feel bad for him.

I used to have a huge crush on Michael Wells. There was something about his dark brown hair and those bright blue eyes that had drawn me in. He's your average stereotypical bad boy. Rides a motorcycle, wears leather jackets, smokes cigarettes. Nice abs, cute butt. And an award winning smile. 

He's the town's heart breaker. He's stunningly attractive, and he knew it. Just like my brother and the rest of his disciples. 

I remember being his shadow, following him around like a lost puppy. My brother built his own room in the garage. He calls it his "man cave." They have a pool table, a flat screen t.v. , and some fitness and work out machines in there. Of course it wouldn't be a man cave without the hoard of video games plastered on the floor.  

Oliver wouldn't let me in at first. He said it was called a man cave for a reason, and that girls weren't allowed. But I begged and pleaded enough for him to give in, just to shut me up. 

I would try to impress Michael. All the time. Playing Mario Kart and getting first place. Becoming really good at a game of Billiards. It seemed as though it didn't impress him though. So I kicked things up a notch. While they were doing their fitness routines, I turned the speed all the way up on the treadmill. I was usually able to pull it off, but it was this one time, I fell flat on my face. I was so embarrassed. He asked if I was alright, being the sweetheart he is. But I just pushed past him and ran to my room. I cried all night.  

Eventually, I realized what I was doing was childish. And I was indeed a little kid. Impressing Michael in a way that would make him notice me, was impossible. So I gave up. I stopped following dear ol' Mike around like a puppy. He would always ask me if I was going back down to the man cave to play Billiards, or Mario Kart. But I would simply give him a sad smile and shake my head.

"Dinner is ready!" Everyone rushes into the dining room. Everything was nicely decorated. A white lace cloth was draped over the dark raven wood table. Cedar brown fabric was folded and placed underneath the plates, serving as a table mat to protect the white lace cloth. A small clear vase with long branches and flowers were the centerpiece, placed on top of a dark, circular Oak wood plate. Surrounding the centerpiece were four lit candles, inside of tall silver candle holders that had flowers around the top.