FAN FICTION: 1-800-WHERE-R-U?

'Mentality'

Summary: Starts on Christmas Eve right after Sanctuary. Jess and Rob are official and are attending Rob's Uncle Randy's wedding together.

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from any of the four (soon to be five) 1-800-Where-R-U books belong to the wonderful author Meg Cabot, writing as Jenny Carroll. Sadly, this means Rob is hers too. Sorry.

A/N (author's note): This is my first fan fiction. Please read and review. I'm an aspiring author and need tips. Thank You! I know I won't do these characters justice in comparison to Meg Cabot, but I hope to have stayed in character while making this story my own, using only the main ideas of the characters and other story parts written by the true author. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you! I'll stop rambling now.HaHa.It's my thing. Okay, seriously, on with the story.

I still don't know why I continue to write this all down. No one has asked or forced me to sit here with the same leaky pen I used to write the other four 'statements' with. Don't get me wrong, I have a life. I have plenty of other things I could be doing. I could be practicing my instrument of choice, the flute, to defend my third chair position from the rat, Karen Sue Hanky. I could be riding around on the back of my boyfriend's Indian, with my arms wrapped tightly around his totally buff body. I could be trying so much more than that, not that Rob would give in to his carnal urges, even though I am his official girlfriend. That's on account of the jailbait factor still in effect. But, instead of doing anything like that, I am sitting in my room writing another one of my 'statements', so that, again, if one day someone reads this, they can read the truth. This time it all started on Christmas Eve, the night of Rob's Uncle Randy's wedding. The same wedding where I'd get to see Rob in a tux!

I was just putting finishing touches on my make up when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 6:45. Show time. If Rob wasn't impressed by my velvet green sheath and make up and hair, done up by Ruth with the help of Cosmo step-by-step instructions, nothing would impress him. I had to admit I looked GOOD. I heard my mom and dad greet Mrs. Wilkin's and Rob. I was pleased to hear the pleasant tone of my mom's voice when she said hi to Rob. She even told him he looked 'nice'. I just HAD to see this. I mean, six-feet of hot male in a tux was currently in my 'foyer' and I was up in my room thinking about it. I did what all-sane sixteen-year-olds do; I went flying downstairs to see. And, boy, what I saw was the hottest Hottie of them all, looking very hot in his tux. If my parents and his mom weren't standing right there watching me come down, I would've run into his arms and given him a huge kiss. It was as I was thinking about all this when everyone looked up at me. Mrs. Wilkin's smiled and my dad did too. It was mom's gasp that I heard first. But, it was Rob's reaction that I was looking for. And, it was his reaction that told me I looked good and that all of my efforts went to good use. His eyes seemed to light up as they roamed over me. He finally got to my face and gave me his half amused, half-disgusted smile. Only, it didn't look too disgusted. It looked, dare I say it, appreciative.

"Mastriani, you ready?"

'Mastriani, you ready?', do you see why I love this guy so much? He had said it with awe.

I nodded and kissed mom and dad good-bye. We went outside and got into Just-Call-Me-Gary's car. It was nice. The car I mean. Not too flashy, but big enough for the four of us, which the pick-up just wasn't. Big enough I mean. Just-Call-Me-Gary started the car and we drove off to the wedding.