Gage Cilleti has just begun his junior year of high school, and is becoming more and more involved in his school's activities, considering he'd been playing baseball since he was just seven-years-old.
Elijah McCay has just dropped out of school, du...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The laughs of Elijah's family is booming through the restaurant. I can decipher the difference between three different laughs, and my stomach clenches with nerves. One sounds feminine, and the other two are deeper, broader.
Elijah's hand is still at the small of my back, pushing my through the buzzing restaurant. We pass table, after table. They're filled with large and small families, all seemingly happy, and finishing the last bit of their meals.
While walking, I shoved my hands into my sweaters pockets, and kindly avoided eye contact with any of the eating families. But they didn't seem to be doing the same, all pausing their conversations, to stare at the two of us, while whispering.
He merely smiled at them, and simply walked on. As though he had this hundreds of times. And just the thought of him bringing tons of other people to meet his family, made my insides curl, in the worst kind of way.
We made our way into a small lounge area, that I'm guessing was only reserved for staff and employees. And I was proved right, when I read the sign on the door that said, staff members only.
As he pushed those double doors open fully, I looked over to our left, and found three, very tall people, who all shared the same sort of face. And not only expression, but features. And it was all very apparent that they were all related to Elijah.
The tallest of the three, had short, cropped brown hair, and the palest skin tone I'd ever seen. When his eyes met mine, they were toned green, just like Elijah's. He sported tame facial hair, and his body type resembled Elijah's.
And I could hardly believe that Elijah could take so much after just one parent. Sure, I sort of took after my mother's tall and slender build, and my fathers facial features, but even then, I didn't resemble them as much as Elijah resembled his father.
There were two others who stood idly beside Elijah's father. The girl was tall, thin, and had a large head of curly, long and dark hair. It stopped just above her bottom. Her skin tone was slightly darker than mine, and just a little lighter than Elijah's.
A little like the older man's. But not exactly.
She gave me a curious look, while pushing a piece of hair behind her ear that carried a small stud. She didn't seem to recognize me. Which made perfect sense, since we'd never seen one another before.
The boy that stood directly in front of her, carried a the same look that she did, only seemingly more boyish. He didn't look too much like Elijah, but more like the young girl before him. I wondered if the two of them were twins.
The older man stood there, and simply smiled when he glanced over at the two of us. Although it wasn't at me. It was Elijah, who he immediately stepped toward and hugged tightly.
