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A Sensational Dinner
9 ReviewsThe teens are heading home! Cronus is defeated, and there are no more worries. After a sad parting, and a joyful reunion, things turn upside down for Archie. Can friends from the past save him from...
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He walked a bit in silence, thinking deeply about her past words. Should he consider it, forget about it and decline, or automatically say yes? It was so confusing; he didn't know what to do. She'd come to him, let him spill out his soul, and given him someone to count on. Now she wanted him to go to live with her, and he had no clue what to say. She was hunting still, while he walked a bit in a spot she'd said would be safe. He used to love her so much, but she probably had a boyfriend or might even be married, and he didn't want to have to put up with the pain. Atlanta was being such a good friend, but he didn't want to feel left out all the time. So he decided after a little while that he was supposed to be a good friend, and wanted to know what she thought he should do. So he approached her when he saw that she wasn't stalking anything, and asked her opinion.
"Well, in my opinion, I would love for you to come live with me. It would be awesome, just the two of us again. What d'you say?" His heart jumped at least a few meters into the sky right then, and he almost stuck his hand out to stop his heart from coming out. But he smiled eagerly, thanking the Lord silently that she was alone. He pretended to be thinking deeply, when really he was imagining the fun times they'd have together again. He then spoke up after the silence and said, "Well, only if I can help you out a bit in return. I'll have to get a job, and make some money for myself too. Deal?" He stuck his hand out, and she took it. But not before saying, "You don't have to do anything. You can just stay home and do whatever you want. You need to rest a lot to make up for your past years." He smiled gratefully, but silently again made a promise to help her out somehow.
It was weird, now that he was around her he felt like he was only 17 years old again. He didn't want to behave like an adult, only wanted to act like he was a teenager, and fall in love with her all over again. He knew he couldn't but was so desperate, he began to wear the same blue hoodie and shorts every day, through the hottest summer or coldest winter he would. So they walked out to the main road, Atlanta carrying Archie's stuff most of the way. She'd insisted on being as hospitable as possible, and he couldn't do anything about it. So he gave in, and she lead him to a large motorcycle that looked... exactly like his old one? He didn't know why, but it seemed like she had the same one, but it wasn't possible. She then turned to him and said, "When I got a car the next year, I tried writing a letter to you to ask you what I should get, but you never answered. Now I know why." She paused as she turned away for a second, obviously feeling bad for him, and ashamed she'd been angry at him for a while, but continued. "So I decided just to get the one that you had, since you obviously like it 'cause you had it. That's why I have the exact same one as your old one."
He looked at it, remembering his wonderful, old motorcycle. His step-father had thrown it in the junk yard the day after he'd arrived at his 'home'. He said there would be no going out, but Archie knew he was worried he'd try to escape and go to the police or something. Archie would've gone to the police, but then what would they do with him? He didn't want to go to a group home, or where ever. So he decided to stay quiet, and just live a soon-to-be wonderful life with Atlanta, he hoped. After securing his stuff, Atlanta hopped on, putting her helmet on. Archie then walked towards the red motorcycle, and swung his leg over. He loved the way it rumbled, almost sending tremors through the earth it seemed. So when the motor started, he completely relaxed for a moment, loving the feel of the starting vehicle, wrapping his arms around Atlanta, and hearing her warm, but deep voice, telling him to hold on. He enjoyed the ride so much; he was disappointed when they reached her house in seemingly record time.
He slid off, remembering the good times with his bike. But now forgetting that, he followed his roommate up the stirs of an apartment to the 3rd floor. They walked through the door, into a small hallway with the kitchen and living room visible. She put his stuff on the floor and walked to the fridge. Opening it, she pulled out a roasted chicken and in a few minutes there was delicious warmed-up chicken on the table. She told him to have a look around while she finished making some dinner, and he walked to the living room. There was a very elegant fireplace, but on it were different things that automatically symbolized his friend. There were some old pictures of her, friends, and family. In one of them, was Archie himself, smiling with Atlanta as they went go-karting. He remembered the fun time from a few years ago. There were a few prized trophies, including one for field hockey. There was, for some reason, a pair of shoelaces and an elastic band on the mantle too. He had no clue why, but then heard her shout out, "Those are souvenirs I got from when I went to some concerts. Greenday's laces and Taking Back Sunday's elastic band. Kinda weird, but it's not like I have any other stuff I could put up there really." She continued mashing the potatoes in a bowl and cooking some Sidekicks gravy.
He moved to the next room, which he suspected was hers. It was fairly messy, but there was pretty much the same stuff as in the living room. Pictures, trophies and ribbons, weird little souvenirs, and some of her other stuff was scattered on the floor. There was a giant picture on her wall of a pro field hockey player, and a small plaque he recognized as a certificate. She'd gotten into college, and was a little jealous of her then. It had never been an opportunity for him back where he lived. But then he moved around and saw some smaller pictures, a calendar that had a big circle around tomorrow's date, August 14, and some writing that said, "Meeting for school. 4:00." She must have some sort of meeting tomorrow, and would be out. He looked around more, and saw some books, clothes, and random things lying around. He then exited, and glanced at two more rooms. There was the bathroom, and the laundry room, but he didn't need to inspect those.
Aside from the kitchen, the last room had a single bed, and some furniture in it. There was absolutely nothing else, and the room didn't even look painted. Because there were no other rooms, he thought this was probably his. He was about to take a closer look to see if there might be anything hidden, when he heard Atlanta call out, "Archie! If you wanna come and eat you can. The food's all ready." He walked out of the room, wanting to eat a meal with her again more than ever.
Archie sat down in an old brown chair with wheels. It was the only old one, and all of the others were new white upholstered chairs, but he wanted to sit across from Atlanta, so they could have a nice conversation and look directly at each other. He smiled at her as he adjusted the chair, but it seemed to take him a while. He took at least 5 minutes just to finish getting settled, because his cuts and bruises only allowed him to sit a certain way. She sat, trying to find something to do to show she was being patient. But he felt embarrassed; it shouldn't take this long to just sit down. He finally stopped moving, and they looked at each other. He was about to start talking, when she began first.
"Archie, I'm really glad you're staying here. It's been so long since we've seen each other, and the only other people I've heard from in the last month is Theresa and Herry. Neil wrote once, he said he couldn't talk because of his modeling," she paused and they smiled remembering the obnoxious, yet somehow tolerable friend, was comforting and they both wanted to suddenly laugh and talk about old times. But she continued, "Jay moved to England i think. He wanted to explore new oceans and stuff. Odie got into some university, and had been so busy with school he hasn't had time to write. He'll send a letter maybe every summer, but I haven't got one yet. Theresa and Herry, I think they're getting pretty busy too and there wasn't much in their last letter. It wasn't even half a page long, so it's pretty much only you left. But this is great now, because you and me will be living together! It'll be awesome, because I haven't heard from Jay or Odie or Neil, and barely Theresa and Herry let alone see them. And you just don't know how happy I am, because now you're here, and it's great because I've missed you all so much, especially you most of all. Because you mean everything to me and I don't know what I'd do if I'd never met you, and I was getting so worried about what happened to you because I'd never-"
She finally managed to stop when she saw Archie at the other end of the table, snickering. She stopped and tilted her head, she looked so cute when she did that, Archie thought. She crossed her arms over her chest now, and frowned. "What's so funny?" she asked, pouting. He just smiled again, and shook his head saying, "You know, it's almost like you're all stressed out. As soon as I get here, you start acting like you're 17 again. Or actually, 16." He smiled, and she dropped her mouth open slightly. "Just because I was younger, doesn't mean I'm a baby or anything. I'm not that much younger, and who said this isn't how I normally am? And who said anything about being stressed!" She folded her arms over her chest, and frowned so that she had deep wrinkles in the middle of her forehead.
He just laughed again, and said, "I never said anything about you being a baby, and what was that about acting like this all the time? Well, there's one really good thing. You haven't changed and I'm glad." He smiled, trying to show that it was a compliment. She was slightly angry with him, but was flattered that he liked her so much. Then he stopped laughing a bit and smirked while saying, "And what was that about you missing me, /the most/?" He gave her a minute to answer, but she was lost for words. She hadn't even meant to say that part, it just kind of slipped out. But she looked at her food, and said, "Well, I always thought you were really nice, and funny, and that kinda stuff. You know?" She didn't move her head, but shifted her eyes upward. He was resting his head in his hands on the table, when she noticed his hurt arm.
She stood up, and he looked at her questioningly. "What's wrong?" he asked as she made her way over to him. She looked at his arm, gently touching the wound. He flinched a bit, but was much calmer than any other person would've been. She then took out some bandages that she used whenever she was hurt while hunting, and wrapped his arm up. She remembered how he'd just pulled the arrow out, and thought that he must be used to that kind of pain almost. She then sat down, happy that it was now properly healing.
He thanked her, and they began their conversation again. She hoped Archie would forget what she'd last said, but it hadn't slipped his mind. "So you really, cared about me?" He almost looked like he had a glint of hope in his eyes, and she sort of nodded, playing with her fork. "Well, that's good to know. Atlanta, do you wanna go out tomorrow night and we could go see like, a movie together?" he asked her with surprising confidence, but forgetting her meeting. "Well, yeah I'd really like to but, I kinda have this meeting for my course and it starts at 4:00 so," She decided to let him think about it, and he said, "Then it'll be a late night movie. Deal?" He once again stuck out his hand, and she accepted. They ate together, talking through mouthfuls about past times and Atlanta's life and what she'd been doing. Both of them set up Archie's room, and then went off to bed. "Oh and Arch? He loved when she called him that, "I'll be leaving at 3:00 tomorrow, and I'll be back at around, say, 8:00? Sound good?" He nodded and they went off to bed, waiting anxiously to go on their forever wanted date.
That was chapter 2, hope you liked it! I'll update soon, so plz keep reading! Thanx, and I'd love if you could Rate and Review. Thax!
He walked a bit in silence, thinking deeply about her past words. Should he consider it, forget about it and decline, or automatically say yes? It was so confusing; he didn't know what to do. She'd come to him, let him spill out his soul, and given him someone to count on. Now she wanted him to go to live with her, and he had no clue what to say. She was hunting still, while he walked a bit in a spot she'd said would be safe. He used to love her so much, but she probably had a boyfriend or might even be married, and he didn't want to have to put up with the pain. Atlanta was being such a good friend, but he didn't want to feel left out all the time. So he decided after a little while that he was supposed to be a good friend, and wanted to know what she thought he should do. So he approached her when he saw that she wasn't stalking anything, and asked her opinion.
"Well, in my opinion, I would love for you to come live with me. It would be awesome, just the two of us again. What d'you say?" His heart jumped at least a few meters into the sky right then, and he almost stuck his hand out to stop his heart from coming out. But he smiled eagerly, thanking the Lord silently that she was alone. He pretended to be thinking deeply, when really he was imagining the fun times they'd have together again. He then spoke up after the silence and said, "Well, only if I can help you out a bit in return. I'll have to get a job, and make some money for myself too. Deal?" He stuck his hand out, and she took it. But not before saying, "You don't have to do anything. You can just stay home and do whatever you want. You need to rest a lot to make up for your past years." He smiled gratefully, but silently again made a promise to help her out somehow.
It was weird, now that he was around her he felt like he was only 17 years old again. He didn't want to behave like an adult, only wanted to act like he was a teenager, and fall in love with her all over again. He knew he couldn't but was so desperate, he began to wear the same blue hoodie and shorts every day, through the hottest summer or coldest winter he would. So they walked out to the main road, Atlanta carrying Archie's stuff most of the way. She'd insisted on being as hospitable as possible, and he couldn't do anything about it. So he gave in, and she lead him to a large motorcycle that looked... exactly like his old one? He didn't know why, but it seemed like she had the same one, but it wasn't possible. She then turned to him and said, "When I got a car the next year, I tried writing a letter to you to ask you what I should get, but you never answered. Now I know why." She paused as she turned away for a second, obviously feeling bad for him, and ashamed she'd been angry at him for a while, but continued. "So I decided just to get the one that you had, since you obviously like it 'cause you had it. That's why I have the exact same one as your old one."
He looked at it, remembering his wonderful, old motorcycle. His step-father had thrown it in the junk yard the day after he'd arrived at his 'home'. He said there would be no going out, but Archie knew he was worried he'd try to escape and go to the police or something. Archie would've gone to the police, but then what would they do with him? He didn't want to go to a group home, or where ever. So he decided to stay quiet, and just live a soon-to-be wonderful life with Atlanta, he hoped. After securing his stuff, Atlanta hopped on, putting her helmet on. Archie then walked towards the red motorcycle, and swung his leg over. He loved the way it rumbled, almost sending tremors through the earth it seemed. So when the motor started, he completely relaxed for a moment, loving the feel of the starting vehicle, wrapping his arms around Atlanta, and hearing her warm, but deep voice, telling him to hold on. He enjoyed the ride so much; he was disappointed when they reached her house in seemingly record time.
He slid off, remembering the good times with his bike. But now forgetting that, he followed his roommate up the stirs of an apartment to the 3rd floor. They walked through the door, into a small hallway with the kitchen and living room visible. She put his stuff on the floor and walked to the fridge. Opening it, she pulled out a roasted chicken and in a few minutes there was delicious warmed-up chicken on the table. She told him to have a look around while she finished making some dinner, and he walked to the living room. There was a very elegant fireplace, but on it were different things that automatically symbolized his friend. There were some old pictures of her, friends, and family. In one of them, was Archie himself, smiling with Atlanta as they went go-karting. He remembered the fun time from a few years ago. There were a few prized trophies, including one for field hockey. There was, for some reason, a pair of shoelaces and an elastic band on the mantle too. He had no clue why, but then heard her shout out, "Those are souvenirs I got from when I went to some concerts. Greenday's laces and Taking Back Sunday's elastic band. Kinda weird, but it's not like I have any other stuff I could put up there really." She continued mashing the potatoes in a bowl and cooking some Sidekicks gravy.
He moved to the next room, which he suspected was hers. It was fairly messy, but there was pretty much the same stuff as in the living room. Pictures, trophies and ribbons, weird little souvenirs, and some of her other stuff was scattered on the floor. There was a giant picture on her wall of a pro field hockey player, and a small plaque he recognized as a certificate. She'd gotten into college, and was a little jealous of her then. It had never been an opportunity for him back where he lived. But then he moved around and saw some smaller pictures, a calendar that had a big circle around tomorrow's date, August 14, and some writing that said, "Meeting for school. 4:00." She must have some sort of meeting tomorrow, and would be out. He looked around more, and saw some books, clothes, and random things lying around. He then exited, and glanced at two more rooms. There was the bathroom, and the laundry room, but he didn't need to inspect those.
Aside from the kitchen, the last room had a single bed, and some furniture in it. There was absolutely nothing else, and the room didn't even look painted. Because there were no other rooms, he thought this was probably his. He was about to take a closer look to see if there might be anything hidden, when he heard Atlanta call out, "Archie! If you wanna come and eat you can. The food's all ready." He walked out of the room, wanting to eat a meal with her again more than ever.
Archie sat down in an old brown chair with wheels. It was the only old one, and all of the others were new white upholstered chairs, but he wanted to sit across from Atlanta, so they could have a nice conversation and look directly at each other. He smiled at her as he adjusted the chair, but it seemed to take him a while. He took at least 5 minutes just to finish getting settled, because his cuts and bruises only allowed him to sit a certain way. She sat, trying to find something to do to show she was being patient. But he felt embarrassed; it shouldn't take this long to just sit down. He finally stopped moving, and they looked at each other. He was about to start talking, when she began first.
"Archie, I'm really glad you're staying here. It's been so long since we've seen each other, and the only other people I've heard from in the last month is Theresa and Herry. Neil wrote once, he said he couldn't talk because of his modeling," she paused and they smiled remembering the obnoxious, yet somehow tolerable friend, was comforting and they both wanted to suddenly laugh and talk about old times. But she continued, "Jay moved to England i think. He wanted to explore new oceans and stuff. Odie got into some university, and had been so busy with school he hasn't had time to write. He'll send a letter maybe every summer, but I haven't got one yet. Theresa and Herry, I think they're getting pretty busy too and there wasn't much in their last letter. It wasn't even half a page long, so it's pretty much only you left. But this is great now, because you and me will be living together! It'll be awesome, because I haven't heard from Jay or Odie or Neil, and barely Theresa and Herry let alone see them. And you just don't know how happy I am, because now you're here, and it's great because I've missed you all so much, especially you most of all. Because you mean everything to me and I don't know what I'd do if I'd never met you, and I was getting so worried about what happened to you because I'd never-"
She finally managed to stop when she saw Archie at the other end of the table, snickering. She stopped and tilted her head, she looked so cute when she did that, Archie thought. She crossed her arms over her chest now, and frowned. "What's so funny?" she asked, pouting. He just smiled again, and shook his head saying, "You know, it's almost like you're all stressed out. As soon as I get here, you start acting like you're 17 again. Or actually, 16." He smiled, and she dropped her mouth open slightly. "Just because I was younger, doesn't mean I'm a baby or anything. I'm not that much younger, and who said this isn't how I normally am? And who said anything about being stressed!" She folded her arms over her chest, and frowned so that she had deep wrinkles in the middle of her forehead.
He just laughed again, and said, "I never said anything about you being a baby, and what was that about acting like this all the time? Well, there's one really good thing. You haven't changed and I'm glad." He smiled, trying to show that it was a compliment. She was slightly angry with him, but was flattered that he liked her so much. Then he stopped laughing a bit and smirked while saying, "And what was that about you missing me, /the most/?" He gave her a minute to answer, but she was lost for words. She hadn't even meant to say that part, it just kind of slipped out. But she looked at her food, and said, "Well, I always thought you were really nice, and funny, and that kinda stuff. You know?" She didn't move her head, but shifted her eyes upward. He was resting his head in his hands on the table, when she noticed his hurt arm.
She stood up, and he looked at her questioningly. "What's wrong?" he asked as she made her way over to him. She looked at his arm, gently touching the wound. He flinched a bit, but was much calmer than any other person would've been. She then took out some bandages that she used whenever she was hurt while hunting, and wrapped his arm up. She remembered how he'd just pulled the arrow out, and thought that he must be used to that kind of pain almost. She then sat down, happy that it was now properly healing.
He thanked her, and they began their conversation again. She hoped Archie would forget what she'd last said, but it hadn't slipped his mind. "So you really, cared about me?" He almost looked like he had a glint of hope in his eyes, and she sort of nodded, playing with her fork. "Well, that's good to know. Atlanta, do you wanna go out tomorrow night and we could go see like, a movie together?" he asked her with surprising confidence, but forgetting her meeting. "Well, yeah I'd really like to but, I kinda have this meeting for my course and it starts at 4:00 so," She decided to let him think about it, and he said, "Then it'll be a late night movie. Deal?" He once again stuck out his hand, and she accepted. They ate together, talking through mouthfuls about past times and Atlanta's life and what she'd been doing. Both of them set up Archie's room, and then went off to bed. "Oh and Arch? He loved when she called him that, "I'll be leaving at 3:00 tomorrow, and I'll be back at around, say, 8:00? Sound good?" He nodded and they went off to bed, waiting anxiously to go on their forever wanted date.
That was chapter 2, hope you liked it! I'll update soon, so plz keep reading! Thanx, and I'd love if you could Rate and Review. Thax!
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