Landon got up and went downstairs to the living room. He saw his mom laying
on the couch, curled up with a book. "Mom?" he asked. She looked up from
her book and listened to him. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked. "What is
it?" she asked. "Can you help me to dance? Jamie likes to dance and I'm not
very good at it," he said. "Sure," said his mom, putting her book down on
the couch and standing up. She put on music and showed Landon how to dance.
They spent the late morning and early afternoon dancing around their living room. Soon, they realized that it was almost 1:30. "You getting hungry?" asked his mom. Landon nodded, "Yeah." "Let's have some lunch," she said. She shut the stereo off and went into the kitchen. Landon followed her, getting plates and napkins and glasses and setting them on the table. His mom got out the ham, turkey, roast beef, cheese, and mustard, and made sandwiches on hard French bread for them. Landon finished eating and put his plate and glass in the sink. "Thanks for helping me, and thanks for lunch," said Landon, grabbing his jacket and keys and heading out the door.
Landon drove to Jamie's. He got out and went upstairs to her room. "Hi sweetie, how are you today?" he asked, talking of his jacket and sitting down on the bed. "I'm okay, how are you?" she asked. "I'm okay. I was thinking that maybe we could make some plans about the wedding," he said. Jamie looked down. Does that mean she doesn't want to marry me anymore? "Everything okay?" he asked. She nodded. "There's a pad and pen in that drawer you can use," she said, pointing to her nightstand. He opened the pad and uncapped the pen, looking at Jamie for where to start. "Where to start?" he asked her. Jamie looked blank. "I guess there's guest list, food, music, since we already know where we are going to have it, that's not an issue," said Landon, starting to write down some ideas he got.
"Well let's see...there's your dad, my mom and dad, and then Sally and Eric and all of them," said Landon, writing down names. Jamie agreed. "Anyone else?" asked Landon after they had a pretty good list. "What about my dress?" asked Jamie, trying not to sound too self-centered. "My mom can get it, and you can come if you feel up to it," said Landon. "Actually," said Jamie, "I was thinking that I could wear the dress my mom wore when she married my dad," said Jamie. "If that's what you want," said Landon. Jamie nodded. "Okay, I'll go up to the attic and get it for you as soon as we finish this," said Landon. Jamie smiled.
After all the plans that they could think of were done, Landon went up to the attic and got down the dress for Jamie. He brought it back up to her room and took it out of the box for her, and held it up. "Do you want to try it on?" he asked. She shook her head. "Maybe later, I'm kind of tired now," she said. Landon set the rather large box on the bay window seat and sat down on the bed. "Want me to go?" he asked. Jamie shook her head again. "I don't want you to go, but." before she could finish her sentence, her eyes were closed and she was asleep. As he kissed her and got his jacket, he thought of the perfect idea that he could do for them at their wedding reception.
They spent the late morning and early afternoon dancing around their living room. Soon, they realized that it was almost 1:30. "You getting hungry?" asked his mom. Landon nodded, "Yeah." "Let's have some lunch," she said. She shut the stereo off and went into the kitchen. Landon followed her, getting plates and napkins and glasses and setting them on the table. His mom got out the ham, turkey, roast beef, cheese, and mustard, and made sandwiches on hard French bread for them. Landon finished eating and put his plate and glass in the sink. "Thanks for helping me, and thanks for lunch," said Landon, grabbing his jacket and keys and heading out the door.
Landon drove to Jamie's. He got out and went upstairs to her room. "Hi sweetie, how are you today?" he asked, talking of his jacket and sitting down on the bed. "I'm okay, how are you?" she asked. "I'm okay. I was thinking that maybe we could make some plans about the wedding," he said. Jamie looked down. Does that mean she doesn't want to marry me anymore? "Everything okay?" he asked. She nodded. "There's a pad and pen in that drawer you can use," she said, pointing to her nightstand. He opened the pad and uncapped the pen, looking at Jamie for where to start. "Where to start?" he asked her. Jamie looked blank. "I guess there's guest list, food, music, since we already know where we are going to have it, that's not an issue," said Landon, starting to write down some ideas he got.
"Well let's see...there's your dad, my mom and dad, and then Sally and Eric and all of them," said Landon, writing down names. Jamie agreed. "Anyone else?" asked Landon after they had a pretty good list. "What about my dress?" asked Jamie, trying not to sound too self-centered. "My mom can get it, and you can come if you feel up to it," said Landon. "Actually," said Jamie, "I was thinking that I could wear the dress my mom wore when she married my dad," said Jamie. "If that's what you want," said Landon. Jamie nodded. "Okay, I'll go up to the attic and get it for you as soon as we finish this," said Landon. Jamie smiled.
After all the plans that they could think of were done, Landon went up to the attic and got down the dress for Jamie. He brought it back up to her room and took it out of the box for her, and held it up. "Do you want to try it on?" he asked. She shook her head. "Maybe later, I'm kind of tired now," she said. Landon set the rather large box on the bay window seat and sat down on the bed. "Want me to go?" he asked. Jamie shook her head again. "I don't want you to go, but." before she could finish her sentence, her eyes were closed and she was asleep. As he kissed her and got his jacket, he thought of the perfect idea that he could do for them at their wedding reception.