Georgia's Last Words

Chapter Fourteen

The roads are covered in a layer of ice. Cooper drives skillfully down the roads. I cringe every time he takes a turn, thinking any moment we could spin out of control. There’s this little part of me that suspect we’re going to die any moment. 

I really hate ice.

“You okay?” Cooper grabs my free hand, the other is holding the overhead handle. 

I nod, cringing as we turn. 

“You sure?”

“Ice scares me.”

He chuckles. “It’ll be okay. We’re only a couple blocks from the house. Promise.”

I squeeze his hand tighter. It’s really only about three minutes when we actually stop. 

The house is this quaint little house. It’s white with a blue trim. There’s shutters that are also blue. The French doors stand tall, and add to making the house look a lot bigger and more expensive than it truly is. 

“Ready to go in?” Cooper pulls me out of my gaze. 

“Sure,” the u draws out in a lengthy time. 

“Okay, let’s go.” He gets out of the driver’s side. 

He walks over to my side and opens the door for me. I take his hand, hoping for his experience with ice to steady me. Besides the fear of the ice, there’s a small part, well a huge part of me that is freaking out over meeting his parents. 

What if they don’t like me? What if they hate me? Not only do I have to worry about his parents, but also the rest of his family. There are so many things that could point out and hold against me. I just really want them to like me. 

Cooper and I start for the door, leaving our bags in the car until later. We make it only about halfway up the walk way before I fall on my butt, Cooper is pulled down with me. 

I drop a couple cuss words under my breath, then state loudly, “I hate ice with a deep passion.”

Cooper begins to laugh hysterically. 

“Shut up.” 

He tries his best to stop laughing, but he can’t help it. Once he’s up, he helps me up. Shaking my head, I crack a smile. We continue walking towards the door, and successfully make it without another mishap. 

“Moment of truth,” I breathe. 

Cooper rolls his eyes. “Be positive and smile.”

I scrunch up my nose. 

He knocks on the door, but doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead we walk in through the door, hand in hand and face the music. 

The house is gorgeous inside. There is skylights in the foyer, the pictures on the wall are professional and artistic, and the floors are dark wood. Pretty much, this house fits the rich people stereotype. The doorknobs are all gold and they have intricate designs. The carpets look expensive and the couches look nice. 

I’m fairly amazed by how different this place looks from my imaginings. 

I notice the voices drifting in from an unknown room. Cooper pulls me closer to this strangers. I grimace, but put on my best optimistic smile. My heart beats faster, my palms begin to sweat a little which of course receives a grin from Cooper. I prepare myself as the voices and their words become clear. 

Cooper kiss my cheek, then my hand, hoping to reassure me. “It’s okay, they’ll love you.”

“Let’s hope, otherwise I don’t think I’ll ever be able to face you. We’ll just have to call it quits.” I stick my tongue out at him.