I Spun the Bottle

I Spun the Bottle: Chapter Twenty-Six Pt. Two

I Spun the Bottle: Chapter Twenty-Six Pt. 2

Song for this chapter: "Talking Body" by Tove Lo

"Would you mind moving these trays of food on the tables underneath the canopies?" Jenna asked us as we walked back in from collecting the firewood for the bonfire.

"Sure thing, mom," David replied, while I nodded in agreement.

"People should be arriving soon, so I'm gonna wake up your dad," she told us, handing a large aluminum tray filled with spaghetti to David.

Just as David opened his mouth to reply, the sound of a doorbell vibrated throughout the house.

"Oh! I wonder who that is." Jenna nearly hopped with excitement to the front door.

While I grabbed a bowl of mac n' cheese, I peered curiously in the general direction of where the front door was. I had already met quite a few of David's relatives, and they all were very friendly, so I couldn't wait to meet more.

"Oh, Auntie!" An overly excited voice reverberated from the front door.

I noticed that David stood straighter as a reaction from that voice. And he suddenly seemed very tense.

"What's wrong?" I inquired, voicing my curiosity.

"Hm?" He seemed to pop out of his daze. "Ah...oh nothing...let's go."

He moved quickly out of the house, almost as if he was sprinting to get away. I shook my head confused but followed in suit of him. Three large, white canopies came into my right peripheral vision. It was in the opposite direction of the forest where David and I collected the firewood for the bonfire. It was quite a shocker that I missed them previously, considering their enormity.

Under two of the canopies, there were long, rectangular picnic tables for us to seat at. And under the third canopy were three round tables, where I assumed the food went. By one of the tables, I noticed David already setting down his tray.

When I caught up to him, I asked, "Does it matter where this goes?" I moved the bowl up and down in my arms.

"I doubt it. You can just set it next to mine," David instructed, but he seemed preoccupied with something.

I noticed him staring back at the house.

"You okay?" I had to withhold a laugh. I'd honestly never seen David so tense...so...nervous. I wonder what it was.

"She's here. My mom said they'd be out of town and wouldn't make it." David began pacing nervously.

"Who?"

"Her name's Becca. She-"

"David!" A loud yell came from the house, and even though we were a good thirty or forty feet or so from the house, the voice was clear as day.

David tensed up again for a moment before ducking behind me. He held my shoulders and pointed my body so that I could cover him up. Well...only kind of cover him up. It was pretty difficult for someone who was only a couple inches taller than five feet to cover up someone who was about six feet tall.

This time I didn't bother holding in my laughter. "What is wrong with you?"

I tried to turn around to face him, but he held me still. "Don't move. Maybe she won't see me."

Shrugging, I said, "Not sure that's going to work, considering that she's making her way here."

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, but didn't move from his spot.