As always, i don't own any of the characters.
A Voice From The Past (part
4)
Tyler studied the delicat
paper in his hand.He began to read the ornate writing out loud, "Please
join us as we celebrate..."
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Jamie read the invite
to the empty apartment, "..... the joining of Nicolas Alan Keaton and Brooke
Lauren Lanier..."
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".... In holy matrimony.
On the eleventh day of October!" Catie finished. "Little Brookie's getting
married?!"
"Looks like it," Tyler
said with a smile. "Catie this is a good thing, smile!"
Catie let a small smile
pull at the corners of her mouth. "I'm calling Val," she anounced. With
that she grabbed the phone and dialed Val's number.
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Val stole the note back
from her husband and began to open it. "Let's have a look shall we?" She
pulled out a lacy card. "Hey Brooke finally got her invitations out."
"It's about time," her
husband teased.
Val playfully hit him
on the head sending Victoria into hysterics. "Let's eat," Val said.
Just as Val put a bite
of pancake into her mouth, the phone rang. Victoria jumped out of her chair,
"Mommy, Mommy can I talk?" Val nodded her head and held the phone to her
daughter's ear.
"Hilo," Victoria said
into the mouthpiece. After a minute, she looked up. "Mommy, Aunt Catie
says to tell you that it's Aunt Catie."
Val smiled sweetly at
her daughter. "OK honey," she said, "Now finish your pancakes. She pulled
the phone to her ear, "Hi Catie."
Her best friend's voice
filled her ears, "Val she's so sweet."
"I know," she replied,
smiling as her daughter made a pool of syrup on the table. "So, what's
up?"
"Exactly when were you
gonna tell me that Brooke was getting married?"
Val laughed a little at
the tone in Catie's voice, "Brooke wanted it to be a suprise. You mad?"
"Not really," Catie replied,
laughing it off. 'That's brooke for ya' she thought.
Val shook her head. Catie
hadn't changed. "So are you coming?"
"Is Jamie?" Catie asked
in response.
"Does it really matter?"
Val retorted. She knew that Catie was wishing that he was, but she wouldn't
admit it.
"No it doesn't," she replied
defensively, "I was just wondering. But yes I'll be there. I wouldn't want
to miss this."
There was a pause on the
line and Val could hear mumbling coming from the background. suddenly,
Catie's voice was replaced by a much deeper one. "Count me in too," Tyler
said happily, "How you doing Val?"
"Really good," Val answered.
"That's wonderful," he
said sincerely, "I don't want to cut this conversation short, but can I
talk to--"
"Sure," Val cut him off.
"Hank honey, Tyler wants to talk football again." She handed her husband
the reciever.
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Jamie turned the invite
over in his hands, trying to decide what to do. He wanted to see everyone
more than anything, but.....
Before he could finish
his thought, a slip of paper slid from the inside of the card onto the
table. Familular handwriting greeted him as he picked up the note to read:
Dear Jamie,
Please, please, please come join us. I want you to be there and we
all want
to see you so badly. Plus I have a favor to ask you. Nick and I wanted
to be original
and have a song just for us at the wedding, but neither of us can write
to save our
lives. So is there any way that you could come up with something? You're
the most
musical person that i know. You don't have to by any means, but I'd really
appreciate
it. Call me either way OK? My number is 374-5415. Hope to hear from you
soon.
Love always,
Brooke
Suddenly, all of
Jamie's sadness seemed to wash away. He jogged into the kitchen and grabbed
the phone. The fact that Brooke wanted him to sing there made all the difference
to him. He had an important reason to be there, and couldn't refuse. He
carefully dialed the number on the paper and listend as the other end rang.
"Hello," a male voice
answered.
"Uh yeah, is Brooke there?"
Jamie asked tenitively, hoping that he had dialed the number correctly.
"Yeah she's right here
hang on just a second," the man, who Jamie now realized was Nick, replied.
"Hello?" a familular voice
asked a moment later.
"Hey Brooke," Jamie said
happily, unsure if she would recognize her voice or not.
"Jamie!!!" Brooke screamed
so loudly that he had to pull the phone from his ear. "Is that really you?"
"The one and only," he
said in his usual witty tone. "So what's this about you getting married?
Didn't you just graduate?"
"Yeah, so what," Brooke
said defensively.
"Aww our little Brooke's
all grown up," Jamie joked. "It seems like just yeaterday I caught you
surfing the web for under.... garments."
A laugh came from the
other end of the line, "I can't believe that you remember that!!"
"Yeah me neither," Jamie
replied, smirking at himself.
Then an uncomfortably
silence filled the air for what seemed like an eternity. Jamie had so much
he wanted to ask her about Val, Hank, Tyler ....... and Catie? But where
to begin?
"So...." It was Brooke
who broke the silence. "Are you going to come to the wedding?"
Jamie took a deap breath
and thought for a second, "Is Catie going to be there?"
"Does is matter?" Brooke
asked softly. "I want you to be there, and so does everyone else."
Jamie kicked himself for
even asking. "I'm sorry, and you're right it doesn't matter. I'll be there.
I promise."
"Good," Brooke said, sonding
relieved.
"Plus I think that I have
the perfect song for you," Jamie added. He looked at his watch. "Ah, Brooke
I've gotta go. I have a meeting with my agent in like 5 minutes." Brooke
laughed.
"What??" he asked
"Nothing," she said controling
her laughter. "Ok so I'll see you in October?"
"Definately, Oh and congratulations
by the way."
"Thanks Jamie."
"Bye Brooke." With that
he hung up the phone and ran out the door, guitar in hand and a smile on
his face.
TO BE CONTINUED..........
OK there you go. What do you think. I'll try
to get another one out soon if you want it. I promise there's not too many
more parts. But please be patient with me this week. It's midterms so i
won't get much time to write, but i promise i'll try. All you gotta do
is tell me that you want more.