This Is Us

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

It was Tuesday already and I was tasked to find the food that both Margot and I are craving for. She said she'd be home by dinner since she's with her friends and whatever I havent prepared she'll help me with.

I look at my list on my phone and ready to scratch off pie on the list but I didn't just incase they don't have pie at the diner. I was happy to get out of the house anyway. It's just me at home for now, Daddy's at the Hospital, Trina is working, and Kitty still has school. I really don't have friends to hang out with since Chris is still in Dominican Republic and isn't coming home for Christmas. I get postcards from her here and there. She's doing good, living the life and has mentioned applying school to coast sides schools since she's gonna miss the beach so much after her sabatical.

Lucas is in New York still and wont be coming home till before Christmas and promised to hang out after the holiday. He said he's going to have me meet his boyfriend, which I'm happy for.

So here I am driving around town, grabbing things for making it a happy craving to remember now that it's not only Margot that's missing the food here but also me. Even though, I'm only three hours away and in the same country... styles of food and how it's made is different everywhere. Thus the list...

I make sure to bundle up before I get out of the car because it's really cold out. I suspect it might snow in a couple days for a white Christmas, as it should.

I walk in the Diner and was glad to see that nothing much has changed either. The traditional decorations they have on here is up, to go with the Christmas spirit.

I walk in with an announcement of the bell on the door, and I smile at the hostess. She's new, I haven't seen her before. She asks if I wanted a booth or table but I shake my head saying I was just wanting to buy a whole pie if they had it. She disappears out to the counter as I sit at the bar, waiting.

I sighed. Didn't realize it was gonna be hard to be here. I'm trying my best not to look at the booth where Peter and I usually sit. My "sixteen candles" reenactment.

But too late, i look over and it was empty. No balloons. What do i expect it's a memory. A good one. I smile despite myself.

Then the bell at the door rings and by instinct, i look.

Which i totally regret because Peter Kavinsky walks in with Genevieve. Not that I had anything against it, well, I have no right but it hurt to see them. Not because I was jealous—well i was— but not in a way of anything but just the fact that they are so comfortable with each other. Friends, despite them breaking up a long time ago. I want that too.

I wanted to turn away but it was too late, Peter saw me staring and Genevieve waved at me. So I slightly moved my chair so I'd be facing Genevieve and I waved back. I also gave Peter a small smile before having my head straight at the bar. Though, I couldn't help it at the corner of my eye i was still watching them.

Genevieve gave Peter an innocent peck on the cheek. Before they separated ways and sits next to her boyfriend at the booth. I smile to myself, she's still with her same boyfriend from high school. That guy from church. Despite their distance, they are still together. I know for a fact the guy goes to school three hours away on the other side of UNC.

I am thankful that the waitress comes back to distract me, "We only have cinnamon apple pie left, is that okay?"

And I nod with a smile, "It's perfect." Since that's the one Margot and I wanted. I take out my phone to finally scratch out the Pie word. I'm actually happy i have this phone... it's convenient.