Chapter.2

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I heard a car door slamming and all the sudden it was sunset and not the bright an sunny? I must have drifted off to sleep? I stretched and pulled the little mirror down checked my hair and make-up.

"Well here it goes." I breathed and stepped out into the nice summer breeze. I straightened out my dress and walked to the porch with dad. "This house hasn't changed one bit." Dad said.

"Yeah I know." I agreed, it was a nice two story dark green house, a long porch with two swings on each side, and a little pond full of fish along the walk way, and the grass always perfectly trimmed. "I bet the people inside have changed." I said.

"Be nice." He chuckled as he knocked, jeez I already felt sick.

The door flung open and there was Mr. and Mrs. Evans they both have aged and gotten grays in their hair but they still had that warm and friendly look to them. I smiled they were still like family and I couldn't help but feel some what at home. "Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Evans squealed and hugged me as the men shook hands and hugged. "Look at you Tyler!" She smiled and pet my hair, I chuckled and blushed at her enthusasim in me.

"Please come in! I have dinner almost ready."

Dad and Mr. Evans went off into the living room to catch up, most likely watch football. I followed Mrs. Evans into the kitchen where the delicious smell of chicken was coming from.

"So what's on the menu?" I asked sitting myself on the isle, I felt as if I never left and I was always around here. I felt a little weird though, this is were my childhood was mostly remembered but I haven't seen DAkota in years. It was weird being where he walked in every morning to eat and I just randomly come right back in.

"We have chicken, aspargas, and herb potatoes. Then for dessert apple cinnamon pie."

"Wow! Your still quite to cook." I laughed.

"Yeah. Gosh I can't get over how much you look like your mother." She smiled and came over and hugged me again. I must have reminded her so much about her best friend since the 7th grade. I hugged her back and she left go with tear filled eyes. "Oh jeez look at me, being a baby." SHe laughed and wiped them away.

"Mrs. Evans, dont mind me asking but where is Dakota?"

"I believe he's on his way from work?"

"Oh..."

"He'll be home soon." She smiled and winked. I felt weird all the sudden, I'm missing something here?

I went into the living room where without a doubt I knew it, Dad and Mr. Evans were watching football. I laughed to myself and joined them, football once you get into it is pretty enjoyable. Then it seemed too soon for my preperation Dakota came in throught the door. "Mom! Dad! I'm home."

His voice wasn't that cracking little boy voice, it was deep and a man's voice. There he stood tall and muscular frame, tan from the summer sun, his hair cropped and a light brown. And he still had those sparkling blue eyes and charming boyish smile, but gosh his muscules and natural charming smile sure knew how to make a girl blush. I almost wanted to hide and just look but once he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks. "Umm...."

"Oh honey! I'm glad your home." Mrs. Evans smiled and stretched on her tip toes to kiss Dakota's cheek, but his eyes stayed glued on me. I just couldn't help but stare back, he's changed so much..

"Dakota we invited the old family for dinner tonight, now go upstairs and wash up from work." She convinced him to move and he went up slowly. I felt like I needed to breath air and so I went out the back door and out into the huge acre's of land and the pool. The sunset was gleaming behind the trees and there was still the tree swing that both Dakota and I made when we were kids. I almost ran to it and sat on it. I leaned my head agaisnt the rope and took deep breaths and stared at the sunset trying to think of what could be happened all of the sudden why now they want to have a dinner after all these years? I was so deep in my own thoughts I didn't even know someone was coming up until I felt someone tug at the ropes and yell in my ear, "Ty!"

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