Chapter 10 Problems
Sally was waiting for Jack. She was already ready for the rehearsal Diner. What can be taking him so long? She was getting it was five and the diner was at 5:30. She was there getting impatience. She yelled Jack for the 30th time. When was his getting out?
Jack was in the bathroom, thinking. He loved Sally but what if his mother was right. Sally isn't scary, that's way he loves her. She's different. He loved different, but his kingdom? Is it the best chose? Should he have stayed with Mary? Even that she had an affair with her best friend? Yes she would have been a better Pumpkin Queen. But she was un-loyal to him. He couldn't leave like that. What about some other ex-girlfriend. Yes all of them are scarier than Sally, but no one stole his heart like Sally did. But if this the right chose? Love or her to be respect? If he wasn't Pumpkin King, he wouldn't question his chose, but he is.
Jack went out of the bathroom without the answers to his questions.
"Finally!" Sally with relief, "we're going to be late!"
She took his hand and they left.
At the rehearsal diner they were all the Holiday leaders, friends and the family.
"Oh crap I forgot to pick a best man," Jack said.
Santa, John Smith, St. Patrick and Uncle already had a plan.
"Jack we know and we brought the straws. Who ever has the shortest straw wins Best man," said Pat. They pick out of the straws and Pat won.
"The Irish dud is mine best man," Jack laughed.
"Aye," he said.
They all took they sits. The Mayor was the priest, this wasn't the first wedding he did.
"Thank you everyone," said the Mayor. "This is the most popular rehearsal dinner I've ever seen." Jack rolled his eyes.
The rehearsal Dinner went well. No party crashers like Lock, Shock or Barrel. It was a nice dinner with twenty people. But all through out the dinner Jack was acting weird. This worried Sally. Does he want to be with me? After the dinner St. Patrick came to Jack.
"Thanks a lot Jack," he said. "You ready for tomorrow?"
"The bachelor party," Jack smiled.
"Beer, beer and more whisky," he laughed. "I wish we could have stripers, but what the hay."
"It's your Holiday tomorrow, the fun holiday," Jack danced.
"Woo!" he yelled. St Patrick left. Jesse and Sally came to Jack.
"Bachelor party tomorrow?" asked Jesse.
"Yeah. I promised there will not have any stripers," he said to Sally.
"That's good," she laughed. Jack is there a problem?"
"No," he said.
"Good because you were acting strange at Dinner," Sally said.
"I'm fine," he said.
"Let's go," said Sally kissing Jack.
The next day Jack woke up to Sally beside him. How could he have questioned his decision? He loves her and is going to marry her if it's the last thing he does. He got up and got her breakfast. Jack noticed a green letter. It said happy St Patrick day. Jack opened it and it was the details on his party. Jack chuckled. He went back to work and got Sally her breakfast. He slowly walked back in the room. He gave Sally a passionate kiss. She was haft asleep but she still kissed him back.
"Wait until we're married," she laughed.
"Brought breakfast," he said.
"Really, yummy," she said.
She took a bit and she knew she had to cook during her marriage, Jack was terrible.
"So we have two more days," he said.
"I know I can't wait," she said.
"You know I love you and not even my more could change that," he said.
"I love you too," she kissed him.
"What's the plan for the party tonight?" she asked.
"Drinking and more drinking. I'm going to be so wasted when I get home," he said.
"Have fun," she laughed.
It was St. Patrick day in St. Patrick world. Jack went to city hall. Everyone was drunk out of their mind. Lepercons were jumping off of cars, some passed out in the middle of the road. Jack was the only sober one. When Jack got it City Hall he found Pat already so wasted he couldn't speak properly. John Smith trying to bet drunk but just couldn't, Santa… let's not talk about him. Uncle Sam was passed out. Then Easter bunny was hopping like he was stoned.
"Wack wou wre woo," Pat mumbled. He gave him a drink.
"Is this the same thing the Easter bunny is on?" asked Jack.
"Yes," said John.
Jack took a drink. After a couple of those and something else Jack was out of it. He was just as drunk as Pat. They had a conversation that only they understood every two words were mumbled. Oh it was so much fun, Smith got drunk after a couple hours, but he would still be good to drive. The Easter Bunny was high the whole time, he didn't stop for anything. There put Sam's hand in water and he pied and they laughed like it was the funniest thing ever in the history of man. Pat tried to fly or just jump really high, no one knew what he said what he was doing. It was, god knows what time it was, Jack decided to go home. He tried to walk but just couldn't. He passed out in front of the door.
Jack woke up by a bright light. His head was killing him. It hurt so much that every movement he did hurt. He opened his eyes to see Sally laughing at his immaturity. Too bad Jack was still a little wasted.
"Horrible, you want to marry me. I'll leave the other at the alter," he said.
"Wasted," said Jesse.
They looked around the Easter Bunny looked dead. Pat looked like he was the walking dead. Santa got a skull tattoo and looked like he was mutilated. Sam looked wet.
"Fun," Sally said softly.
"Too loud turn down the volume," he wined.
"Hang over," Jesse laughed.