Unconditional Love ➳ cethany

9 - The Dinner

Connor's P.O.V

C: "Here?"

B: "Yep. Then keep going straight and you'll see the hotel at the end of the street."

We were both sitting in my car, Beth giving me the directions to the little house they rented. Beth and her manager call it a hotel though, not sure why.

We pulled up in front of a huge white house that was 2 stories high.

C: "This is it?"

I got out of the car, rushing to help Beth open her door.

B: "Yep."

I opened the door for her, smiling.

B: "Aww what a gentleman!"

She poked my dimple, causing me to blush.

She smiled, held me by the arm, and pulled me into the house, while I tried to lock the car with her dragging me.

As we entered, we noticed that Jim, Kenzie, and Jenn had already arrived, as we guessed since we saw Jim's car in the driveway.

They were sitting at the living room table, each of them with a cup of coffee in their hand.

They were chatting about I don't know what, when Jim noticed us.

Jim: "Oh kids! We'll be cooking the dinner later, and we'll call you down, so rush up and play all you want."

He gave us one of the this-is-adult-talk smile.

Beth: "Okay! Thanks Jim!"

Beth continued pulling me after saying that.

She brought me up the spiral staircase, to find a short corridor with two rooms. One at the left side, one at the right side. She dragged me into the one on the left, which was her room. Inside was carpeted with a white fluffy carpet, she had a white dresser, closet and bed. It was a small and cozy room. Her things was neatly placed everywhere in the room.

C: "Whoa. You're surprising neat."

She scoffed at me.

B: "Yeah, and I bet you're not."

I shurrged, showing her I didn't care.

She sat on her bed, followed by me.

C: "When are you leaving?"

B: "Tomorrow."

My heart dropped.

C: "Tomorrow?"

B: "Yeah."

I signed, running my hand through my hair.

C: "Shit. What time?"

B: "Two in the afternoon."

C: "Fuck!"

B: "Whoa calm down. What's wrong?"

This was my last time with her. I have a schedule tomorrow, and I can't make it to see her to the airport.

C: "I.. I just.. will miss you."

I lamely said.

I had to make it to the airport. I will. I WILL!

B: "But you'll see me again in 2 weeks."

C: "So? I'll still miss you."

B: "Yeah I guess so."

I sighed again.

C: "How are you going to pack all these things by tomorrow? You have tons!"

I changed the topic, unwilling to continue the topic of her leaving.