~Anxiety~Christian Akridge AKA Christian Leave (fanfict)

Chapter 11

We all sit around the dining room table ready to eat. I feel my hands shaking with nervousness not only because Christian is meeting my parents but also because I have to eat. My mom and my dad sit across from eachother at the two heads of the table and my brother sit together on one side and Christian and I sit on the other side. My mom puts out a plates of salad, Salmond, baked beans, and mashed potatoes. My brothers don't hesitate to help themselves to a heaping pile of mashed potatoes. The plates of food get get pasted around the table. I take some salad and a little mountain of mashed potatoes. "Not hungry today are ya, Kayla," Nick says clearly intimidating me because he knows about my eating disorder. I feel my face get bright red. "She never is," Ben hisses between his teeth silently but loud enough for us all to hear it. I immediately kick him from under the table. "Boys, leave your sister alone," my moms says pouring everyone a glass of water. When my dad walks in Christian stands up and shakes his hand. "Hello sir, I am Christian, Kayla's friend," he speaks clearly. My dad beams, clearly impressed, "Well it's nice to meet you, Christian," he shakes his hand back. They both sit down at the table and my mom puts the pitcher of water in the center of the table. "Bon appetite," my mom says after she sits down. I slowly pick up the fork and stab a peice of lettuse and delicatly put it into my mouth. I can feel my parents eyes on me. It's been a while since I sat with them to eat dinner.

"Mom I don't like the baked beans," Ben complains. I swear he is 17, but he acts like he's a five year old. "Then don't eat it," my mom says. "No, he will just have the farts after dinner that why he doesnt want to eat them," Nick chimes in.

"Nick!" my mom yells as Ben looks at Nick and says, "What the fuck?"

"Dont use that language at this tabl-" my dad starts.

"That is no way to treat your brother, Nick," my mom yells. "I was kiding, gosh," Nick rolls his eyes. Durring all this yelling I just look over at Christian and mouth the words, "I'm sorry," and I put my head into my palm. They keep arguing so I stand up, "Can we just not fight for once! We have someone here with us for once, why can't you just all keep your mouth shut?" the room turns silent and we all sit down. For a few awkward seconds no one talks and just stares down at their plate.

"So Christian, what do you do? I hear your pretty famouse on the internet," my dad starts a conversation. "Yeah, I make vines, which are six second videos that are on this app called Vine and I also sing and make youtube video," Christian explains. "Very nice," my father says taking a sip of water, "how long have you been making these Vines?"

"I have been making vines for about a year and a half,"

**A.N this is taking place in the future and so will the rest of the story (right now its Demember 2015 so Christian is 15 and Kayla is 14)**

"And you have this Vine app, Kayla," My dad says. "Y-yeah," I mumble. "So what else do you like to do?" my mom asks placing her fork down next to her. "Well I can sing, play the guitar, and ukaleli," he says after finishing chewing his salmond. "Very cool," my mom nods her head, beaming. "Well if everyones done with dinner, I made some brownies," my mom stands up and folds her napkin. "Kayla, why don't you come with me to get them," she says giving me a you-have-no-choice stare."O-ok," I say reluctantly standing up. I look at Christian before walking away who seems to be fine with being alone with my brothers and my dad.

My mom pulls me into the kitchen. "I love him!" she cheers, "He is so perfect for you, Kayla! And I think your dad likes him too,"

"You think?" I grin. "Apsolutely, you saw how surprised he was when Christian introduced himself to your father, right?"

"Maybe we should go back in now, it might be awkward for them," I recommend. "No," she declines, give them some time,"

"Okay, well where are the brownies," I ask. "Oh, I didn't make brownies," my mom half smiles. "Pff-Mom!" I roll my eyes and laugh a little. "I just wanted to get you away from them for a second, I wasnt really thinking," she swats at my arm. "Here, we can have these cookies instead," she says picking up the tray that our neighbor brought for us. "Go get the plates," she demands. "Ok," I say taking a stack of six plates and carrying them like a waitress out to the dinning room. I replace everyones dinner plates with new clean ones and place all the dirty ones in the dishwasher, then go back to sit at the table.

"Oh! I also have some cake leftover!" my mom yells and runs into the kitchen to get it. She puts it onto the table and we all feast. Well except me, I just said I was too full even though that was a lie.

"Why don't you have some cake," my mom says already ploping a generous piece onto my plate. "I said I am full mom," I say and can hear the sligh panic in my voice. "Well, its there if you want it," my mom says. I stare at the chocolate cake for a long long time. Every one around me is talking about something and laughing but I can't listen. All I can focus on is this cake waiting for me to be eaten. Of course I want it, dinner is all I have eaten today, but I can't have it. I imagine weighing myself after dinner tonight, I would break the scale.

But I want it, it has been so long since I ate something I wanted to eat. My hand rises and touches the fork, slowly. I stab the fork into the cakes and out a small peice into my mouth. I instantly remember the taste of chocolate cake, like when my mom used to let me eat it fresh out of the oven when it was still hot. I slam the fork down on the table and force myself to stop and everyone looks at me. "S-sorry," I stutter. "Are you sure you don't want that cake?" my mom says. "No take it away from me," I demand in a rude manner. She quickly takes the plate away from me and say, "Come follow me into the kitchen please," I obey her order and follow her. "Kayla, does Christian know?"

She didnt have to say anymore for me to understand. "Y-yeah," I say. "Ok good," is all she says and walks back into the dinning room. I slowly follow behind her. "You guys can all go back to whatever you want to do, I can clean up," my mom shooes us away. Christian and I go back upstiars to my room and sit on my bed again.

"So how did you even get here?" I ask randomly. "My aunt came and got me from my hotel and took me here, shes actually your neighbor," he laughs. "Wait who is it?" I don't believe him. "Karen, she lives diagonal from you and just moved in here like two months ago, you didnt know this?"

"No! Are you serious?" I pratically scream of happiness. "Yeah, I'm dead serious!" he says whie doing his adorable chuckle. I laugh along with him. "Wait, you need to text me when you come visit her then!"

"I will," he easily agrees. I sigh silently and lay down on my side and he does the same so we are both facing eachother. I rest my head on one of my hands the the other is resting in front of my chest. Christian reaches out and takes it in his hand. After a few minutes he just pulls himself closer to me. "I know you're birthday is coming up, the 23rd," he randomly starts talking in the middle of our moment of silence. "How'd you know that?"

"Your dad told me," he shrugs. My dad didnt even remember my birthday last year. "Oh," I giggle a little, "Yep, the day before Christimas," I remind him.

We have yet another one of our silences where we just enjoy eachothers presence. How did I end up so lucky? It just so happens that I met Christian at his meet and greet and he found me when I left the room. He choose me over all those other girls in that room that would have gladly been in my position. And it just so happens that one day in New York City somewhere in the crowd of tons of people that he found me again, 11 months and six days later. He always find his way to me, and he always will.

"Christian," I say realizing the time, "its almost 11 oclock,"

"And?"

"Doesnt your aunt need to drive you back to the hotel soon?"

"Shit," he huffs and sits up. "When will I see you again?" I ask realizing that he is leaving New York tomorrow. He looks at me and grins, "sooner than you think". He's planning something, I know it for sure. I have no clue what he is thinking about. "Have a good flight tomorrow," I say wrapping my arms around his shoulders. All of a sudden he cups his hands around my cheeks and kisses me on the lips. My hands instantly start weaving through his hair and he starts pushing me backwards closer to my bed. He lifts me up and then lets me down on the bed and gets on top of me. He puts his hands of my waists and for once I don't mind. "Kayla," he says in between kissing while smiling. "Kayla," he repeats. "I love you".
I pull away and stare at him. "W-what," I don't think I heard him right. "I-I love you," My heart stops and time freezes. Those are words I never thought I would hear anyone say to me, I can't even say them to myself.

I immediately start thinking back to the argument Casey and I had. Do I love Christian? I have never had the same feeling that I have been having for anyone other than Christian. It's like there's a gap in my life when he's not around and when he is with me the gap is filled. Ever second I spend with him is magical and every time he touches me I learn to love myself more. The answer is clear to me.
I love Christian
"I love you, Christian,"