A week passed, and all I can say is that everything was as close to back to normal as it would be.
"Do you guys want to go out?" Allie smacked on her gum as we all sat around the living room sofas. "I'll be busy with homework." I made up an excuse.
"Seriously, Farrah? It's the weekend." Allie punched my shoulder.
"Yeah. It's the weekend." Justin mocked Allie, which, in return, she gave him a cold stare. Justin wrapped his arm around my shoulders. His lips met my ear. "We could have fun."
A shiver went up my spine.
Luke stared hard at Justin. I know that he didn't like the both of us together; I also know that Justin did not care what his cousin thought.
"Not convincing," I pushed him away and laughed.
"What do you think, baby?" Allie pursed her lips at her boyfriend. "I guess." He sighed. "What's wrong."
"Well, I know something's wrong. Maybe I could help lift your mood up a bit." Allie purred seductively as if we weren't there, sitting just a few feet away. Luke's eyes grew to the size of the moon when she placed her hand on his upper, inner thigh.
He coughed, and moved her hand. He whispered something in her ear and she said they'd be gone for a few minutes.
"Gag," I groaned when they left. "That's so gross."
"Maybe we can go out without them; are you hungry?" Justin changed the subject. "A little, what about you?" I replied.
"Starving," he rubbed his stomach.
"I'll make something if you want." I stood up but he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. "Why? I'll take you out... Like a date." He winked at me.
"Oh," I blushed. "I'll just leave a note for Allie to know about our whereabouts. We should be back before eleven though."
"Diane and Jon are on a date."
"Oh." He grabbed the keys to Luke's charger. "Why don't you call them 'mom' and 'dad'?"
"I don't know. It feels kind of weird to." I shrugged.
"Understandable," Justin opened the door for me then closed it when I got in.
He came in through the drivers door. I watched as he put the keys in and them backed out.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked, taking a glance at me.
"I don't care."
"Okay, then, um, how about the Old Town Spaghetti Store?"
"Spaghetti? Okay!" I giggled.
"Then we can just raid Walmart afterwards or something."
"Sounds so romantic," I teased.
"Of course it is. I concocted the entire idea. I'm a very romantic person, you know." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oh, really?" I crossed my arms. "This coming from the guy who slept around?" I saw his grip on the steering wheel tighten. "Hey, chill; I was just kidding." I reached out to touch his arm.
"You know I don't like when you bring that up."
I rolled my eyes. Maybe I crossed with line with the small joke, but c'mon... It was a joke!
"I'm sowwy," I pouted like a child. "You are forgiven." Justin said.
We arrived at the restaurant within a few more minutes. We were escorted to a table for two outside.
Usually when I come to eat here, I feel at home, but this time... It was different. Not the good kind of different, either.
I'm not usually one to eat outside because of bugs and whatnot, but most of the Spaghetti Store was full; plus, it was nighttime, so there weren't many bugs.
Outside, where we were sitting, were small bulbs strung from a canopy, shining softly against the dark sky. Vines grew up and across the wooden beams. One side was half brick wall, and the other half, was a large array of windows that allowed customers to look outside.
We were seated at a circular table. Our waitress, Diana, took our drink order, and then left us with menus to choose what were going to eat.
Diana had shoulder length, blonde hair matched up with her blue eyes. She was most likely between the ages of 19-23 years old.
I looked around a few times having the feeling that someone was staring at me. I didn't find anyone looking at me so I just figured that I was being paranoid.
A hand waved in front of my face. "What? Huh?" I was snapped out of my daze, making me drop my menu. I went to pick it up; once I had it in my hand, I sat up, but unfortunately hit my head on the table. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I came up, rubbing the back of my head. I flushed in embarrassment. Justin looked like he was holding back a laugh. Diana gave me a look like she pitied me and was unimpressed. That kind of ticked me off.
"Are you ready to order?" Justin nodded at the waitress who gave me a quick sympathetic smile, and then going back to practically staring at Justin. He seemed completely oblivious to her gaze while he looked at me.
"Oh, yeah," I picked up my menu and ordered what I usually did and so did Justin. Diana left to go put the order in.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked. "Yeah. My head just kind of hurts." I scrunched my nose a little.
"Oh right. You're head..."
I gave him a really puzzled look.
"I was talking about before your little accident." A smile grew on his face as he reminisced about what had just happen a couple minutes ago.
"Oh," I thought for a minute. "Nothing, really." I took a sip of the soda through my straw, and casually looked around.
"Is something bothering you?"
"Why would you think that?" I laughed nervously. Why did he have to be able to read me so easily.
"You keep looking around. Are you looking for someone?"
"Yes-no- kind of," I said unsure myself. "What's that supposed to mean?" He took a bite of the breadsticks in the middle of the table.
"I just meant that..." I bit my lip before I said something stupid. "I'm feeling a little uneasy right now- paranoid, really."
"Do you want to leave?" He was getting ready to stand. "We can if you want."
"Sit down, Justin." I giggled. I've never seen him so jumpy before. I wondered why he was, but I didn't ask. "We don't have to leave because of my stupid paranoia. It's most likely nothing anyways."
He nodded, and sat down again.
Our pasta came out a dozen minutes later. I was counting.
We ate and made conversation, laughing and cracking jokes about every single thing.
Through it all, I was still a uncomfortable.
Diana came back and this time focused on me.
"Hi, excuse me, Miss?" She said politely. "Yes?" I used the napkin to clean my mouth.
"The young men sitting at the bar would like to buy you a drink."
I choked on air. I looked at Justin to see him glaring at the men that she was talking about.
I looked around our waitress to see a small group of four boys holding their glasses up to me. They were probably I'm college, maybe 22-23...?
"Um, I'm only seventeen. Could you please tell them that I'm flattered and grateful for the offer, but that I'm only seventeen?"
I laughed at myself on the inside for that. Being underage has not stopped me from drinking before, but we were in public after all.
"Of course," she smiled and scurried away.
When we were alone, Justin decided to speak his mind. "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know. That's weird." I laughed.
"Who the fuck do they think they are? Can they obviously not see that I'm here? Jesus!" He raised a voice a little.
I looked back at the young men. One of them winked at me I quickly looked back at Justin.
"Well, I wouldn't worry. I'm here with you not them." I reminded him. "I guess." He mumbled. "Are you done eating?"
"Yeah, I think so." I pushed my plate away. I left a five dollar tip on the table. "Okay, let's go." Justin shrugged his jacket back on and grabbed my hand, locking our fingers together. I smiled at just the feeling of his hand against mine.
We had to pass the group of the boys to get to where we had to pay for our meal. They stared as we walked by. I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious.
"We'd like the check." Justin said. Diane popped up from almost nowhere. "The men who had asked to buy your girl a drink already paid the bill."
Justin turned, sending daggers in their direction. They laughed.
"Is someone jealous?" I teased.
Justin suddenly grabbed me by my hips and kissed me hard for a good while. His fingers dug into my skin. He pulled away, leaving me short of breath.
"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.
"Have to show them what is mine," he growled lowly. I shook my head. "Yeah, I think you're jealous." I snickered. "Maybe I am," Justin crossed his arms. "Who the fuck do they think they are, paying the bill, asking to buy you a drink."
I rolled my eyes playfully, and dragged him out of there. "Free meal, right?" I smiled and gave him a tight hug.
"I don't think I'm going to take you out anymore. You draw too much attention." Justin held me, almost squeezing the breath out of me.
"And you don't have to be jealous." I held his face in my hands, making sure he was looking at me when I said, "I'm yours."
Another kiss, this time, starting from my lips, down my jaw, and to my neck. Most times, I would've cherished this moment, but I felt more uncomfortable than I had before. I swear someone was watching but I didn't see anyone as I looked around.
"Not in the parking lot, Justin."
I shook my head, pushing him away. It was a good excuse. I really just didn't want him kissing me while someone was there. I know there is someone out there.
Then I saw it, or him, or her. I caught something moving in the shadow beside the restaurant.
"I feel like we're not the only ones out here. I swear I saw something I'm the shadows." I was ready to take a step forward and investigate, but Justin kept me still. "Don't," He said quietly; his grip tightening around my arm. "I saw it too."
Oh shiiiii what is it? What did they see? Who knows?