It was a warm day in August. The sun was shining and the sky was blue without a cloud in sight. Amelia was sat at the old, wooden picnic bench in her back garden with her boyfriend, Tom. The bench had been varnished ten years ago by Amelia’s mother, Catherine. It was once a very rich shade of brown but after years of sunshine, rain and snow, it was fair to say that the picnic bench had seen better days. Amelia turned to her left and gazed into Tom’s smoky, brown eyes. She smiled at him whilst inquiring nervously, “So, tonight I will meet your entire family”.
Tom rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Yes gorgeous, you will.”
“But what if they don’t like me? What if I get too drunk and embarrass myself? Oh gosh, I can’t believe we have been dating for four months and I haven’t even met your parents yet!”
Tom put his arm around Amelia’s waist and kissed her on her the top of her head. He could feel her soft hair on his lips. “Baby, you really need to stop panicking. You will be fine. They will love you and can’t wait to finally meet you. You’ll be okay babe, I promise. Besides, your friends and sister are coming aren’t they? So if you do make a prat of yourself you can always sneak over and hide with them.”
Amelia shot Tom an evil glance whilst giggling. Amelia had a very infectious, loud giggle and Tom could not resist joining in.
Amelia spent the next hour canoodling with Tom at the picnic bench. They were both admiring the view of Amelia’s back garden. Amelia’s garden was very spacious. It was almost like a miniature field. The grass was a very healthy looking green, with each strand of grass mowed to equal lengths with precision. Flowers of all different colours brightened up the garden. There were carnations, iris’, violets, orchids and of course, a variety of roses. Apple trees shaded the bench where Amelia and Tom were sat, keeping them cool and ensuring that Amelia’s porcelain like skin did not burn in the heat coming from the sun.
Tom looked at his watch and stood up. Tom was a tall, well built man. He had broad shoulders and was very muscular with a rugby player’s build. Unsurprisingly, Tom was a big sports fanatic who played rugby every Sunday morning and trained at the gym almost every day. Tom had golden blond hair with spikes, which he gelled to perfection every day. “It’s nearly 4 o’clock babe, I had better go home and get ready for my big night tonight.”
Amelia stood up and wrapped her arms around Tom, ignoring the fact that she was covered in old varnish that had peeled off the bench. Amelia was all of five foot four, and just came up to the base of Tom’s neck. “Okay babe, my dad will drop me and Mel off at yours around seven”.
Tom bent down slightly and gave Amelia a quick peck on the lips, forgetting that she had just recently applied another coat of her favourite pale pink lipstick. Tom raised his voice slightly, while holding Amelia by her waist, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Not again! You and you’re bloody lipstick! I’ll see you later then, I love you babe!”
“I love you more!” Amelia exclaimed. “I will see you later. Bye!”
Tom let go of Amelia’s waist and began walking to his racing green Vauxhall Corsa. Amelia waved him off, and then headed up to her bedroom to get ready for Tom’s big 21st birthday party.
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