Don't Forget Me Trevor

Chapter 1

Milas POV
I was picking out my outfit for a night out to dinner with my parents. I knew it was going to be a new experience, but I did not know if was going to be good or bad. It was my parents 18th wedding anniversary, and we were going to a new place in town called Maple Street Cafe. My parents love going out to restaurants. And if it was a new place? Even better.

I opened my mahogany dresser and pulled out my shirt drawer. I sifted through layers of dark camis and long, flowy shirts. I looked at each one, piece by piece, tossing away the un-wearables as if I were Heidi Klum on Project Runway, weeding out the unworthy designers. Finally, I decided on my outfit; dark wash skinny jeans, a white peplum top, a floral infinite scarf, and white Birkenstocks that my grandma had gotten me for my birthday 2 years ago. I got up off my tribal printed comforter, and looked at myself in my mirrored closet doors. I saw a short 15 year-old girl with brown, highlighted, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. My mind started to wander, thinking about the cute guy in my biology class. All of a sudden. I snapped back into reality. Checking myself out in the mirror, I proclaimed; "Well, as usual, it's as good as it's gonna get."

I strolled out of my room, my feet tickled by the freshly vacuumed cream carpet, up the stairs, and walked past the many abstract paintings in the hallway, down into my parents room at the end of the hall. I absolutely adore their room. It is bursting with shades of blue, cream, and gold. I pushed open the hand carved door, and ran, leaping onto their bed, scattering their embroidered,decorative pillows all over their hardwood floors.

"Are you ready to go Mila?" My mom asked me,as she was walking out of their enormous walk in closet, fastening a gold hoop earring to her earlobe."Yes! " I answered, "I am so excited to try out this new restaurant." I tumbled off their king sized bed and ran to my mothers arms. I gave her a big hug. She smelled like a mixture of roses, vanilla, and sage. My mom spoke to me in her soft,soothing voice,"I love you more than infinity, my little Mila." "I love you more than infinity too,Mom."

We linked arms, sauntered down the stairs, and out to the car where my dad was already sitting in the drivers seat. "Ready to hit the road Mila?" My dad asked me, "Ready as I will ever be Pops." My dad is a horrible driver. He did not really even get his license. When I ask him why he didn't get his license, he just answers back,"Drivers licenses are overrated, my little Mila; all you need to know is how to do is hit the gas and brake."

We started off onto the road. As usual, my dad is on and off the brakes, swerving all over the road. Drivers always honk at us, but that is a usual now in the Griffin family. In my family, we play a game where we try to see who can find a parking spot first. "Found one!" My mom pointed at a vacant spot. "No, that one is handicapped." I shot back. "Got one!" My dad said, as he pulled into a spot right in front of the Maple Street Cafe. "Alright, so that will be one more point for Dad, one more and he takes the lead, Mom, you have eight points and I am in the lead with 11 parking spots found." I said as I added tally marks to the mini white board hanging on the back on the drivers seat. "Alright, let's go!" My mom said excitedly as she hopped out of the passenger seat. We all started walking towards the front door.

My dad held open the door for my mom and I. As we entered the room, I gasped. It was the most beautiful restaurant I had ever seen.I just stood there for a few moments, taking it all in. It was crowded but with the soft jazz music playing in the background, all the stress of life seemed to melt away.The tables were covered in red tablecloths and the chairs were white and black. You would think that it would look like a checkerboard or a playing card but it was the most beautiful restaurant I had ever set foot in.

The waiters were dressed in tuxedos with crisp, red ties. and waitresses were all wearing flowy, red maxi skirts and gorgeous white lace tops. "Can I find you a table Mister?" A middle aged, clean shaven man asked. "I think we are going to look around for a little bit. We will come to you when we are ready." My mom answered. "Very well." The waiter murmured as he walked away to offer more water to a nearby table.