My mom had come into the room minutes later telling me that Anne, Rob, which I am guessing is Anne's husband, and Harry are here and to change quickly.
I throw on something pretty fast. Shorts that aren't to short and a vinatge flower top from Rue 21. I really don't get the point in putting on shoes in your own house just for dinner, but I know my mom would scowl at me if I didn't at least put some flip flops on, so I quickly tie my grey vans on and head out of my bedroom.
The first thing I see when I get down the stairs is Harry's head of curls, how they go in every direction but always seem to stay perfect. I instantly smile then whipe it off my face, wondering why that was my first instinct.
Everyone is sitting at the table already and there is one empty seat, next to Harry. I sigh, and walk over, getting a plate and silverware on the way.
"Sorry I'm late, homework caught me off gaurd with time." I smile politely around the table, even at Harry, which only lasted for a second.
"It's ok, we just sat down." Mom sets her hands in between her plate, "Dig in!" she says, and Anne, Rob, Dad, and Mom take plates of food from the center of the table to fill their plates.
"Pigs." Harry whispers in my ear and I brig my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh.
Our parents set down the food plates and let us take a turn, all thats left is chicken and mashed potatoes, but I don't mind the lack of food. I take a chicken drum and two spoonfulls of mashed potatoes.
I take a bite of my chicken and look at Harry who is staring at his empty plate. "You okay?" I ask, setting down the chicken in my hand.
"Yea, umm, I just dont like mashed potatoes, or chicken." He chuckles, putting his head down and closing his eyes. Is he embarassed?
"Oh! I'm sorry, we have some left over rice if you want some, its mixed with pork, not chicken." I say, standing up from my seat and putting my napkin next to the table.
"It's fine." he says, grabbing my hand and tugging it down a little, I ingore the butterflies that had just erupted in my stumach.
"No," I shake my head viciously, "you have to eat something, your our guest!"
"Fine..." he says, letting go of my hand and I slightly whimper at the lost of contact, but I instantly recover. I walk out of the dining room and into the kitchen to heat up the rice and pork. I take out the container from the fridge and take off the cap, re-sealing it with paper napkins and setting it into the microwave.
I set it for 5 minutes and wait patiently by the microwave with my hands together in front of me, I look down at my shoes for entertainment.
"Finally found the kitchen." Harry's voice makes my head snap up and I smile at his comment.
"My parents house isnt that big."
"True, but every room is scattered."
"Now that," I say, poiting at him, "is very true."
He laughs and for the first time since junior year, I notice his tattos peeking out from under his black shirt and I can't help but stare.
"It's very inpolitte to stare at people Mrs.Johnson" Harry chuckles.
"Ha ha." I turn around to open the beeping microwave, indicating that Harry's food is ready. I take out the steaming hot container from the microwave and take off the paper napkin. Turning the container upside down, I dump the rice and pork onto a plate and hand it to Harry.
He smiles at the food, "What is it, chinese?"
"Noooo," I nod at the plate, "It's boricua.....puerto rican."
"You're puerto rican?" His eyes get wide.
"Never met one before?"
Harrys shakes his head no and I laugh. I walk back towards the dining room with Harry behind me.
When we sit down, our parents are talking about college for us and I laugh in my head. I have one more year of being a senior until I have to start to worry about college.
"I was suprised when you told me you were puerto rican, I don't want to be suprised anymore." Harry says, turning his body to me.
"What to you mean?" I arch my eyebrow, and do the same.
"I want to know Mack Johnson."
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