Enchanted (Kyalee)

(OCC: Its fine. As you can see I've been really busy myself.

Alana's firm grip on Luke's hand was the only thing that kept him going. His nerves were frigid, frozen in fear of the upcoming events at the diner table. Even though Alana had assured him her father's opinion didn't matter to her, it did matter to him. He wanted to get along with her father, make him feel alright about being in a relationship with his gorgeous daughter. Just to be ahead, for each step he took toward the table with her awaiting relatives, he thought of a question they might ask, and a perfect answer for it.
"So, what do you plan to do in the future?"
"Well, sir, I plan to become a great fisherman, better than I already am."[/i]
That answer seemed to be a bit risky but it was true. He wanted to fish, and fishing actually wasn't that bad. It was hard, but worthwhile in the end.
"Have you made out with my daughter?"
"No sir, I respect you opinion, and have not yet chosen to make out with your gorgeous daughter because I wanted permision from you first."[/i]
Ok, that was a really messed up answer. Luke honestly didn't care about her father's opinion on that. That kind of thing wasn't planned anyway, and he honestly didn't want to think about that either....
.... Ok no more planning..
Luke knew this "planning" was going nowwhere, and just frightening him more. Would he say the right things? They would have to wait and see. He would have to just depend on his instinct, and sort of fast thinking.

The warm aroma of delicous food wafted into his nostrils. It calmed him slightly, as the smell of warm food often did. He tried to keep his mind off his nerves by paying full attention to every step he took and all the smells that now entered his nose. He could tell by all the smells her mother was a good cook. He hoped Alana was a good cook as well, though with a pretty face like her's if she was the worst cook in the world it wouldn't matter much to him.

Luke tried to stand up as straight as he could. He wanted to look confident and strong in front of her family, though they had already met for a brief time before. Checking his clothes to make sure they looked as tidy as possible, he smiled at Alana as they entered the dinning room together. His nervousness countinued, only intesiftying every given second, but he prevailed with a confident posture, and dazzeling smile. Or atleast he hoped thats what kind of smile it was. As we get closer, Alana's mother says she set a plate for me next to Alana. I nod apreciatatively, and glancing to Alana, I notice her blushing. Amusement runs through my viens, making my smile more genuine and bigger.
She looks so cute like that..
The blush made him cheerful inside, because she looked pretty like that. It just reminded him once again how much he loved her. Luke pulls the chair out for Alana, and sits down beside her. A steaming hot bowl of stew is placed infront of him, and once again he silently thanks Alana's mother.

Danny's brother suddenly speaks. He asks Luke if he has any family. Alana did warn him about her brother, being jokish. He wasn't quite sure how to respond. Alana's glance gave him confidence though. Her bright blue eyes gave him more strength than anything else in the world could possibly supply him with. So, taking a deep breath and trying to hang on to Alana as he was rushed into an ocean of emotion, he came up with a reply.
"Uh, Yeah I do. I live with my father, mother and brother. You kind of remind me of my brother. Hes only 5."
He didn't mean to poke fun, by comparing her brother to his 5 year old brother, but it was true. His brother was always teasing him about stuff, and being immature as 5 year olds often were. He wondered what his family was doing now. Were they worried about him because of the blizzard? He hoped not. He kind of liked being away from his family for awhile, and being with Alana and her family. It was a nerve-racking but exciting expirience. He glanced over to Alana, and smiled brightly.[/size]

I give Danny a smirk when Luke answers the question. I pray that was his last question, so before he can speak again, I begin to speak to my mother.

"Where's dad?" I ask softly. My mother drops her head and shrugs.

"The last time I saw him was when I left the docks around 4." Noah replies. I feel a jolt of pain surge through my chest. My mother and father have been fighting for about a year now. They never get along. I wonder if he has finally left us.

"So, Luke, you seem like quite a nice young man. Very suitable for Alana." My mother tells Luke to cheer up the mood. I smile softly and grab Luke's hand again. I wish we could just leave dinner now, go somewhere else. I want it to just be Luke and I again. Maybe we can go on a walk. I know its warmed up quite a bit outside. The snow is melting more and more by the hour, leaving the ground soggy and everything around it soggy and the air muggy.

"Why didn't you work today, Luke?" Danny chimes into the conversation again. I am losing my patience with him. He knows that everyone gets one day off a week, sometimes more. He knows the answers to all the questions he's asking Luke.

"You know why, Danny..." I mutter. Danny sighs and shakes his head.

"You're impossible, Alana." He shoots back.

"Oh, I'm impossible? Look who's talking..." I would continue to argue with Danny, and him with me, but Noah coughs quite loudly to remind us both of the guest at our table. I returned my gaze down to my near empty bowl of stew and played with a carrot in it. I was a bit embarrassed by my behavior, but I'm sure Luke didn't mind. I hope he didn't mind. I don't usually argue with Danny, but his sole purpose was to make Luke feel uncomfortable at dinner. But I won't allow it. I won't let him taunt Luke in front of me. Not now, not ever.