Okay, this is my first fanfic, so go easy on me please! This is my story from the Kissing Rob Contest at mcbc.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters you recognize. They are the great Meg Cabot's. If you are uncertain if you recognize them or not, just assume they are Meg's. ;)
When Rob's probation officer showed up on my front porch, I was shocked. Well, not at first, anyway. At first, I thought it was a Fed wanting to take advantage of my physic powers. But I was wrong. Way wrong.
"Hello. You must be Jessica." said the woman at the door. She was tall and blonde and would have been very pretty if she had a little makeup on and she got out of that awful blue power suit.
"Uh, who wants to know?" I asked.
"Molly Walker. Probation officer," said Molly. "May I come in?"
"Uh, sure. This way," I said. "Mom! We have a visitor!"
I told Ms. Walker where she could sit, motioning to one of the big yellow couches in our living room.
I really didn't think too much when she said "probation officer." I know, you'd think that I would have thought of Rob in a nanosecond, right? Well, that'd be a no. I didn't, until she sat down in my living room, then it hit me. "Oh my God. You're Rob's probation officer, aren't you? Oh boy..." I said, thinking how much I wished I had slammed my front door in her face.
"Hello. Who is your friend Jessica?" asked my mother.
"Hello," Probation officer Walker said standing up. "I'm Molly Walker. I'm a probation officer." My mom looked stunned. Then, angry and demanded to know if I punched Karen Sue Hanky again. "No, I swear I didn't. I don't think she's my probation officer." I said, hoping that the couch would gobble Molly up so I could end this bad conversation that was getting worse by the second.
"That's correct. I am not Jessica's probation officer. I am Robert Wilkins'." said Ms. Walker.
Yeah. She actually said that. To my mother, who, looked as if she was going to die on the spot. See, I never told her about Rob being on probation. I just figured that if he said it was a mistake, why should she worry about something that wouldn't happen again? She really doesn't like Rob all that much-except that he like saved my life all those times and all that junk. But she was warming up! I swear! But that warm spot was growing mighty cold just now.
"He's on probation?!" screamed my mother. "Yes, Mrs. Mastriani--" Molly Walker tried to say. "For what?" My mom demanded.
"Well, I cannot disclose that information if he has chosen not to tell you. But why I am here is not bec--" Molly was once again interrupted by my mom saying, "Then WHY are you here? If not because of Jessica or Rob, why then?"
Molly said, "Well, it is kind of about both of them, together." My mom got so angry at that, let me tell you.
"Together? They are together?" my mom asked, like she didn't know! I, who had been very quiet during this fiasco asked, "Are you sure you can't tell me why he's on probation?" Molly sighed. "Stop it!" she yelled. That shut us up quickly. I didn't know she had that kind of voice in her. It was that kind that was really loud and got your attention. "The reason I am here is because Miss Mastriani is a minor, who is going out with an adult of 19 years of age. I have to check up to make sure they aren't doing anything sexual."
Oh. Well, if that didn't send my mother off the wall, I don't think anything will. She was screaming, "SEXUAL?" I was afraid the neighbors would hear. I had to interrupt.
"Mom! I am NOT doing anything...sexual...with Rob, okay? And Molly, don't check up on us. Rob would never do anything like that. Can you go now? Unless, you've changed your mind and want to tell me what Rob's on probation for. You know--so I can help him." Hey, I had to try right? I was really hoping it would work. I mean, she's a woman, she should know what it's like! Or maybe she doesn't..."No, Miss Mastriani, I cannot tell you. I think I will leave now because I think you two need to talk. I will be back another time. Goodbye."
I walked her to the door and made a mad dash up the stairs--almost there--"Jessica!" my mom's voice stung my ears. I stopped. I would have just kept springing up the stairs, but once I got to my room, how long can I stay up there? It's not like she won't be waiting for me to come downstairs. I mean, I have to eat sometime don't I? Well, anyway, I slowly turned around, dreading what I knew to be a very long talk with my mother. "Yeah, mom?" I said, cringing a little. "Come down here, Jessica. NOW!" I don't think she had to be so forceful. It wasn't like I was going to ignore her and go to my room. I would never do that. Wait never mind. I would so do that, and unfortunately, my mom knows it. Darn! "Okay." I said real casual, as I descended the stairs.
I tried to act like Rob being on probation and my mom not knowing about it is a normal everyday thing. This is exactly what I was trying to get my mom to understand. And, I guess maybe in a way, I was trying to get myself to believe everything was okie dokie.
I could tell she was trying to be calm, but my mom is not normally calm. It's like she just can't do it. Be calm, I mean. We went into the kitchen and didn't say a word to each other until we sat down at the table. "Tell me the truth." my mom said firmly. "Uh, Rob's on probation--I don't know why--but he said it was a mistake and that he'd never do it again." I said, not really knowing what to say.
We talked for an hour. Mostly her talking to me about the hormones that I have and that although I may feel that I love him- I really don't. But I do, I just didn't tell her that. Oh no, not yet. So, when we were done my dad just came home from the restaurants, and then Mikey and Claire Lippmann came not soon after. I was pretty relieved when my dad came home because I knew the conversation would end between mom and me so she could talk to Dad. I hope Dad will take my side, if he doesn't, I don't know what I'll do. Two against one? No chance. And they have much greater power over me together.
So, I left the kitchen knowing that my mother's aware that Rob's on probation(which she's none too happy about) and that were not doing anything sexual (which she was very relieved about). This cannot be good. My mom knowing all this stuff, I mean. Oh, well, too late now. I decided to go talk to Douglas. He must really be freaked from all the yelling earlier. I banged on the door, but didn't enter until he told me too-I didn't want to run into anyone in his room again.
"Come in, Jess." Doug said. So I walked in and sat down on his bed where he was reading some anime comic. "What's up?" I asked. "What was all the yelling about downstairs? And who came to the door?" Douglas asked. I knew these questions would be coming, Douglas isn't dumb, just misunderstood, but I was hoping to talk about something else before having to discuss this topic all over again. "Well?" asked Douglas, getting a little annoyed. I guess he'd been waiting for me to come up here.
I told him everything about Molly Walker and mom getting so mad and then talking to mom after that. After I had told him all that, I felt strangely like a weight had been lifted off of me. "Wow. No wonder mom was mad! Do you know what Rob's on probation for? Did you know about this before now?" Douglas asked. I suddenly felt like I was being interrogated. By my own brother, too!
But it was just Douglas-he needs some excitement between all his comic books-and Tasha.
"No, I have no idea why he's on probation. He won't tell me. All he said was that it was a mistake that he wouldn't do again." I said.
Douglas and I talked for a little while about what he could have done, but we came up with nada. Everything that we thought of seemed so unlike Rob.
I went up to my room to think, like I was supposed to do in the first place. I decided to skip dinner; I wasn't all that hungry all of a sudden. But my dad was kind enough to sneak up some manicotti for me. He didn't stop to talk, but he didn't look angry, or disappointed.
As I ate my manicotti- couldn't resist- I thought about Rob. To me, Rob could never do anything wrong. Sure, he had the tough guy took, and fiery temper, but he would never do anything intentionally wrong-without a good reason.
It was around three in the morning when I finally got to sleep. Good thing it was February break. You'd think that winter break would be a perfect time to see the guy I love right? No, his probation officer has to come on the Monday I get off. And that wasn't even the last time I'll see her! Well, this will be a great week, I'm so sure.
On any other vacation, I would be allowed to sleep in-at least until 10am! But this time, no. I had to work at Joe's, the family's cheaper restaurant. Well, now it's the most expensive, but Mastriani's construction should start again in March.
I get up, unwillingly, and throw on a pair of jeans and a crimson red polo shirt. (Dad wants us to dress nicely-not like slobs. He says go to Joe Juniors if you want to be a slob). When I get there, I get dish duty, which was probably for the best, since I still couldn't stop thinking about Rob.
I'm standing at the sink, mindlessly washing dishes and glasses with my pruned hands. Then Marge, the woman who does all the paperwork and answers the phones most of the time, comes up to me and tells me Douglas is on the phone. "Douglas?" I asked, like an idiot. "Yes, Jess. Your brother? Douglas? He's on the phone. Got your mind in the clouds again, I see?" she asked. I took the phone and Marge walked away.
Douglas never calls here, if he does it means he's either saying goodbye or, well, I don't know why else he'd be calling. "Douglas? What's wrong? Why are you calling me?" now I was interrogating him.
"Mastriani." said the person on the other line, who was obviously NOT Douglas. "Rob?" I said in a loud stage whisper.
"Rob? Why are you calling me? Here? And why'd you say that you were Douglas? You scared me half to death!" I demanded to know.
"Mastriani, chill. I called your house and Doug answered. He told me that you were here today and he said that I could call and say that I was him. That was after he figured out who I was. That guy sure is sharp." Rob explained to me.
"Of course he's sharp! He's not stupid! Just…not understood." I told Rob, sulkily, feeling offended.
"Jess, I'm not trying to offend you. I just...need to talk to you. When do you get off? Can I meet you somewhere?" I thought for a minute.
"I get off at two. Um, you can pick me up at Stop and Shop at a quarter to three. In the back parking lot. Okay?" I asked feeling excited.
"Yeah, that's great. I'll see you then."
"Okay." I said. I was about to hang up when he said. "Jess, I love you." I'm not kidding! He actually said this! I couldn't think of anything to say, so I stopped thinking and let my heart answer, "I love you, too."
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