MIXED FEELINGS

twelve | heavyweight

❝She'd give anything to be with him again.❞ — Georgia Hunter, We Were the Unlucky Ones

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JOURNAL #10

i wake up early in the morning, probably seven thirty, to the sound of my phone ringing. i check the caller I.D and see that it's my boyfriend, Garrett, calling.

"hey, babe." he says, speaking into the phone.

"hey, yourself," i say, smirking on the other end of the line.

"you got a minute? i'm outside waiting for you."

"aww, how sweet of you, Garrett," i say, unlocking the front door and hanging up the phone.

standing on the doormat is Garrett, light brown woven basket in hand. "good morning, beautiful."

"good morning," i say, smiling as i kiss his cheek.

setting down the basket, Garrett pulls out a cashmere blanket and the two of us sit down. "so, um, my parents want to see you again." he says, and as the words process themselves within my brain, i frown for a second.

"why do i feel like you want me to make them dinner tonight?" i ask, rolling my eyes playfully.

"that's because i was hoping you would." Garrett grins.

"you know i will. they're your parents and i want to do this."

"alright, that's great! i'll send them over whenever you're ready and don't you worry, i'll be there, too." Garrett says, grinning from ear to ear.

i laugh as i playfully punch his arm.

"you don't mind if Leslie joins us for dinner, do you?" Garrett continues.

i smile softly as i speak, "no, i don't mind. i love Leslie. i'd love to have her join us!"

after a while of chatting and eating from the picnic that Garrett had prepared as a breakfast for the two of us, he left and i hurried to get ready; to change, cook dinner, and then awaiting the guests of honor.

once i had showered, i changed into a red dress with a sweetheart neckline and a pair of black wedges. as soon as i had changed, i rushed down the stairs and entered my office, looking for a green-colored shoebox where i had placed all of my grandma's recipes. after grabbing the two recipes that i had wanted, i left the room and walked into the kitchen.

once i grabbed the necessary dishes in order to make the food, i set the recipes on the counter. Meatloaf. Jello. as well as a few choice dishes of my own. fruit kabobs, chocolate dipped strawberries and pecan rolls.

after hours of the meals cooking or baking, it was finally time to take them out of the oven. as i removed each of the meals (the ones that needed time to cook or bake), i set them down on the counter; and, once they were cooled enough, i brought them to the dining table where a vase of tulips and roses sat as the centerpiece.

a while later, there was a knock on the door so i rushed to answer it. as i opened the door, i was greeted by warm smiles. "hello, Mrs. Williams, Mr. Williams," i said as i let the couple inside.