I do not own anyone except Evie and Rain. This is set in Jondy's POV. I
wrote it during English and my English teacher said it was quite good – but
I'd like some constructive criticism. There will be a lot of M/L and most
people know I am the biggest J/Z shipper around.
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Chapter One: The Wedding AKA How to Piss Off Jondy In Two Easy Steps.
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I remember the entire thing like it was yesterday. Zack wanted to marry me. I agreed – God knows why – and Tinga, Max and Syl dived in head first, planning my wedding. Logan, who had come into a lot of money when his daughter Evie was born, paid for the entire thing, saying it 'was his responsibility to pay forhis sister's wedding.' Logan and I bonded a lot ever since he and Max got married. Max often jokes that Logan and I are closer than Max and I are.
Zane's adopted daughter, fourteen year old Rain, helped Tinga design it – my dress was floor leangth and strapless – Rain, the little tart, said I had enough cleavage to hold up nine dresses – no wonder she gets on with Alec so well. I curled my hair and piled it on top of my head and I had a silver chain, a gift from Syl and Krit.
Logan and Max's four year old daughter, Evie, was flower girl and Rain was bridesmaid. We decided that, since we hadn't invited more than thrity people, it would be too empty if all our sibs were the wedding party.
I was sitting in my dressing room in my robe, fixing my make up (Tinga insisted, even though Logan, Original Cindy and Bling all agreed it was a slightly pointless exercise on a Manticore face.) Anyway, so I'm trying as hard as possible not to poke myself in the eye with the mascara when Max bursts in.
"Evie looks so cute!" she squealed. "Is your digital camera in the other room?"
"It should be, unless Zane or Krit snatched it – then no one will ever see it again." The camera was a present from Logan – he just handed me a box one day with the camera in it – Krit and Zane were a neat shade of turquiose from jealousy.
Max grinned. "Thanks – Rain and Evie look so gorgeous, I have to take photos."
She went into the other room and I went back to the whole make up thing.
Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I called, expecting a make up inspection from Tinga or another talk about 'Girl Power' with Syl. Or Rain begging me to let her wear her jeans.
Zack walked in, looking tense. I got The Feeling.
"Jondy. I-I can't do this I can't go through with the wedding. Don't worry, I'll tell everyone."
* Damn Tinga and making everyone nervous with a fancy wedding.*
Well, you couldn't have shocked me more if Lydecker walked in, dressed as an Arabian stripped. Ugh, bad mental images.
"What?" I said, leaping to my feet. "Why?" I saw out of the corner of my eye Max coming out of the other room and slipping into the shadows, eavesdropping mercilessly.
"Because….because I'm in love with Max," he blurted out in an un-Zack-like way.
I resisted the urge to hurl my jewelry box at his head (it was a nice jewelry box) and stood up. Obviously Zack didn't see nor sense Max, or he wouldn't have said anything.
"You ARE NOT going to hurt Max or Logan or our niece with this stupid…obsession of yours. I knew it. I knew this would so never happen. You are full of crap Zack. But I will tell you one thing you were right about – phony sentementality. No such thing as love. Go and tell everyone Zack," I spat.
I threw a book at his head, which made me feel a little better.
So, ignoring Zack's guilty lookas he left and Max's horrified apology and exit, I changed my clothes and got the Hell out of Dodge.
That was…four years ago. I haven't spoken to them since. But now, thanks to Logan's interfering ways and our DNA, I'd say it's time for a reunion. Oh * Yay*.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter One: The Wedding AKA How to Piss Off Jondy In Two Easy Steps.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I remember the entire thing like it was yesterday. Zack wanted to marry me. I agreed – God knows why – and Tinga, Max and Syl dived in head first, planning my wedding. Logan, who had come into a lot of money when his daughter Evie was born, paid for the entire thing, saying it 'was his responsibility to pay forhis sister's wedding.' Logan and I bonded a lot ever since he and Max got married. Max often jokes that Logan and I are closer than Max and I are.
Zane's adopted daughter, fourteen year old Rain, helped Tinga design it – my dress was floor leangth and strapless – Rain, the little tart, said I had enough cleavage to hold up nine dresses – no wonder she gets on with Alec so well. I curled my hair and piled it on top of my head and I had a silver chain, a gift from Syl and Krit.
Logan and Max's four year old daughter, Evie, was flower girl and Rain was bridesmaid. We decided that, since we hadn't invited more than thrity people, it would be too empty if all our sibs were the wedding party.
I was sitting in my dressing room in my robe, fixing my make up (Tinga insisted, even though Logan, Original Cindy and Bling all agreed it was a slightly pointless exercise on a Manticore face.) Anyway, so I'm trying as hard as possible not to poke myself in the eye with the mascara when Max bursts in.
"Evie looks so cute!" she squealed. "Is your digital camera in the other room?"
"It should be, unless Zane or Krit snatched it – then no one will ever see it again." The camera was a present from Logan – he just handed me a box one day with the camera in it – Krit and Zane were a neat shade of turquiose from jealousy.
Max grinned. "Thanks – Rain and Evie look so gorgeous, I have to take photos."
She went into the other room and I went back to the whole make up thing.
Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I called, expecting a make up inspection from Tinga or another talk about 'Girl Power' with Syl. Or Rain begging me to let her wear her jeans.
Zack walked in, looking tense. I got The Feeling.
"Jondy. I-I can't do this I can't go through with the wedding. Don't worry, I'll tell everyone."
* Damn Tinga and making everyone nervous with a fancy wedding.*
Well, you couldn't have shocked me more if Lydecker walked in, dressed as an Arabian stripped. Ugh, bad mental images.
"What?" I said, leaping to my feet. "Why?" I saw out of the corner of my eye Max coming out of the other room and slipping into the shadows, eavesdropping mercilessly.
"Because….because I'm in love with Max," he blurted out in an un-Zack-like way.
I resisted the urge to hurl my jewelry box at his head (it was a nice jewelry box) and stood up. Obviously Zack didn't see nor sense Max, or he wouldn't have said anything.
"You ARE NOT going to hurt Max or Logan or our niece with this stupid…obsession of yours. I knew it. I knew this would so never happen. You are full of crap Zack. But I will tell you one thing you were right about – phony sentementality. No such thing as love. Go and tell everyone Zack," I spat.
I threw a book at his head, which made me feel a little better.
So, ignoring Zack's guilty lookas he left and Max's horrified apology and exit, I changed my clothes and got the Hell out of Dodge.
That was…four years ago. I haven't spoken to them since. But now, thanks to Logan's interfering ways and our DNA, I'd say it's time for a reunion. Oh * Yay*.
