My Life As Emmalyn

Bonding time

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I said no."

"Stop being such a wuss." Yes, I called my 29 year old godfather a wuss.

"No."

I cross my arms. Apparently, 'serious' Don came out. He shot down my idea. I was planning on toilet papering or egging houses. Well, more specifically, Craig's house. Craig was Don's older brother and a NFL football player. He toilet papered my house last week! I wanted to get back at him.

"He deserves it though!"

"No."

"Fine..." I give up. When 'serious' Don came out, he was stubborn and strict. "Then, what do you want to do?"

"Let's just go to a nice restaurant to eat. Then, we can decide where to go from there."

"Lammmeeeee." I sing.

"We are going to keep today nice and normal alright?" He stares at me until I nod. "It's going to be fun, but not crazy fun."

"Fine." I grunt. "Let's....LASER TAG!"

"Well..."

"C'mon, you can't say no to that!" I plead.

"Let's first eat dinner."

"Alright..."

Don ends up driving us to Sushi Zo in LA, which is a half hour away. Let me tell you, it is one of the best sushi restaurant ever. Well, I thought so. It is also a bit expensive at $185/person, though not as much as Urazawa.

"SUSHI ZO! YES!" I beam when the car pulls up. "Thank you." I hug him as we reach the entrance.

I do a little dance jig as I walk to the entrance.

"Are you alright?" Don looks at me strangely.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were having seizures," Don shrugs.

I stop dancing. "I was dancing."

"Whatever you say. Just keep believing that."

I open my mouth to give a comeback, but I close it after. He's treating you to your favorite restaurant. Don't spoil it!

"Donavan Romano, reservation for two." Don goes to the counter.

"Follow me." The man responds.

I felt out of place with my white converse, jean shorts, and grass-stained white top (courtesy of Jason). Everyone dressed nicely here, even Don managed to look good his jeans and black top. Heck, he looked good in anything he wore. Lucky bastard. I mean, lucky guy.

I sigh heavily.

"What's wrong?" Always the gentleman, he pulls out a chair for me.

I thank him. "Oh, it's nothing."

"It must be something if you're sighing," he raises his eyebrows.

"I mean, how do you pull off looking so good in anything you wear." I wonder.

"I got swag."

"Don't.." I look at him in horror. "Never say that word ever again."

"What? Swag?"

"Don't..."

"Fine, I'm just so damn handsome."

I roll my eyes. Okay, he was one of the handsome few I guess. It's just weird saying it since he was my freaking godfather. He was like a mix between an older brother or uncle. It's even weirder and gross when the girls in school gossip about him. All summer long the cheer girls fawned over Don or Jason. Now do you get why I avoided and stayed low key whenever I had practice?

Plus, I like normal guys.

"Hey, it's the truth! Did you roll your eyes at me?" He says in mock outrage.

"Sure. Sure." I order my favorite salmon dish when the waiter comes.

We end up talking about school, football, family, and some more football. We were both raised in a football crazy family. To be honest, the dinner is fun. I just was not going to admit it.

"That was yummy!" I cheer as we leave. "Can we please go laser tagging?"

"It's 7 PM already. We have half an hour to get back. That leaves an hour and a half. You really want to go laser tagging?"

"I haven't been for so long!" I plead.

"We don't have time though. Another time?" He suggests. "Let's just go grab some Handel's."

"Oh alright," I pout as we go into the car. Handel's was a good ice cream place. Ice cream makes everything better.

"Then, that's settled."


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A/N this chapter was a little bit of a filler. Sorry :/