Takes place immediatly after Sanctuary. Could include why I think Rob's on
probabtion, but not until the end.
Plot: Jess and Rob's relationship is now out in the open. As expected, Jess's mom freaks out and forbids Jess to see Rob. Jess's dad, however, vetos that idea and gives the couple his blessing. Jess goes to Rob's uncle's Christmas wedding, where they get caught in a blizzard. While Jess, Rob, Rob's mom, and Rob's mom's boyfriend, along with other assorted relatives make it to the church safely, the groom and best man are stuck somewhere out on the highway. The wedding is postponed until the storm passes, and Jess, Rob, and company camp out at the church overnight. Waiting out a storm cannot possibly be easy. Jess has a strange dream involving the groom, best man, and for some unknown reason...Rob's dad!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Jess, Rob ( come, on, please?? I'll bring him back!) or any of the 1-800-Where-R-U characters. They all belong to the awsome writer who created them, Meg Cabot.
Claimer: I own my reason for why Rob's on probabtion. This probably isn't the reason Meg has for him, and if it ends up being the same, I fully give up the rights to it and it will also belong to the awsome writer who came up with it, Meg Cabot.
Jess's POV:
I expected some emotion when I announced Rob and I's relationship to my parents. Maybe not so much from my dad, but definitly from my mom. I mean, this was the woman who'd been swearing up and down practically that I would not see him. And yet, there I was, lying in Rob's arms in his hospital bed, telling them we've been seeing each other behind her back. And what do I get?
That'd be a big fat...Silence.
Seriously. You could hear a pin drop. I think Rob expected something more too, because his arms, which had started to snake around my neck, suddenly became stiff at his sides. My dad was the first one to break the silence.
"So, how's the head?" he said, somewhat cheerfully.
"Uh, it's ok." Rob said, his hand going the bright white bandage plastered to his forehead. "They'll release me tomorrow, I think."
"Well that's good." My dad shoved his hands into his pockets, mostly because he didn't know what else to do with them. My mom was standing between Ruth and Mike, this look of disbelief consuming her face. Claire's bright red bob caught in the light as she grinned, probably because she couldn't believe I'd actually said what I'd said. My brothers, their respective girlfriends, Ruth and Skip all left, leaving Rob and I to deal with my parents.
Again, my dad was pretty cool. I mean, you could just tell it was killing him that I had a boyfriend, but not because of who it was. Just the fact that his little girl was dating someone- pretty seriously, from the way we were laying in the hospital bed- was enough to kill him. But, all fathers are like that at some point right? My mom, on the other hand, just sank into one of the chairs and looked like she was going to start yelling, but couldn't because this is a hospital, and that wouldn't be very proper, now would it? So she just kept quiet until Rob's nurse came to announce that visiting hours were over, and we could come back the next day to see him. My parents high-tailed it out of there, probably to give us a little privacy before Rob's mom came in.
"Well, that was...interesting." I said, taking ahold of Rob's hand.
"Mastrianni, who are you kidding?" Rob said, relinquishing my hand from his. "Your parents hate me."
"They do not." I reassured him. "Besides, even if they do, which I don't think they do, then once you guys have a chance to get to know everyone better, they'll love you like I love you."
Rob still looked doubtful, but I kissed him again and erased the look from his face. Rob's mom and uncles and Just-Call-Me-Gary came in to say good bye, so I left after saying goodbye to everyone.
Once I got in the car, squeezed between Claire and Tasha, because the only other cars were Ruth and Skip's, who had left, so we were all crammed into my dad's car, my mom opened fire with, "How long have you been seeing that boy behind our backs?" My dad sighed- it was one of those 'here-we-go- again' type sighs- as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I dunno." I shrugged. We hadn't really made things official, until tonight I guess. "Off and on, since like September." Unless you count that awesome first date of ours last spring, when the psychic thing started. But there's no way in hell I was telling them about that.
"And do you think you're just going to get away with being God-knows where with some boy who's already graduated, in the middle of the night?" My mom was pissed.
I was really in no mood to deal with her snobbery issues. "Yes, actually, I figured I would."
My dad had been pretty silent during the whole thing, but he cracked up at that. My mom shot him a Look.
"Oh, Toni, get over it." he said, driving down the highway. "Rob's a good kid. Mary's raised him right." While my mom kind of huffed at that, my dad looked at me through the rearview mirror and said, "I'd give you permission to see him again, but I know that you will whether or not I do, so let's just call it a given."
"Alright then." I said. My mom looked like she wanted to scream. She sat there fuming the whole way home. Fire practically came out of her eyes when I mentioned Randy's Christmas Eve wedding, but I managed to get a 'Yes, you can go' out of her.
But only because I promised to let her make me a new dress.
So I settled in to go to sleep that night pretty happy. My parents knew about Rob and they were basically ok with it. Rob was going to be released the next day, and life would go back to normal...Well, as normal as it ever gets.
Yeah. Right. And the Pope's Jewish.
Plot: Jess and Rob's relationship is now out in the open. As expected, Jess's mom freaks out and forbids Jess to see Rob. Jess's dad, however, vetos that idea and gives the couple his blessing. Jess goes to Rob's uncle's Christmas wedding, where they get caught in a blizzard. While Jess, Rob, Rob's mom, and Rob's mom's boyfriend, along with other assorted relatives make it to the church safely, the groom and best man are stuck somewhere out on the highway. The wedding is postponed until the storm passes, and Jess, Rob, and company camp out at the church overnight. Waiting out a storm cannot possibly be easy. Jess has a strange dream involving the groom, best man, and for some unknown reason...Rob's dad!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Jess, Rob ( come, on, please?? I'll bring him back!) or any of the 1-800-Where-R-U characters. They all belong to the awsome writer who created them, Meg Cabot.
Claimer: I own my reason for why Rob's on probabtion. This probably isn't the reason Meg has for him, and if it ends up being the same, I fully give up the rights to it and it will also belong to the awsome writer who came up with it, Meg Cabot.
Jess's POV:
I expected some emotion when I announced Rob and I's relationship to my parents. Maybe not so much from my dad, but definitly from my mom. I mean, this was the woman who'd been swearing up and down practically that I would not see him. And yet, there I was, lying in Rob's arms in his hospital bed, telling them we've been seeing each other behind her back. And what do I get?
That'd be a big fat...Silence.
Seriously. You could hear a pin drop. I think Rob expected something more too, because his arms, which had started to snake around my neck, suddenly became stiff at his sides. My dad was the first one to break the silence.
"So, how's the head?" he said, somewhat cheerfully.
"Uh, it's ok." Rob said, his hand going the bright white bandage plastered to his forehead. "They'll release me tomorrow, I think."
"Well that's good." My dad shoved his hands into his pockets, mostly because he didn't know what else to do with them. My mom was standing between Ruth and Mike, this look of disbelief consuming her face. Claire's bright red bob caught in the light as she grinned, probably because she couldn't believe I'd actually said what I'd said. My brothers, their respective girlfriends, Ruth and Skip all left, leaving Rob and I to deal with my parents.
Again, my dad was pretty cool. I mean, you could just tell it was killing him that I had a boyfriend, but not because of who it was. Just the fact that his little girl was dating someone- pretty seriously, from the way we were laying in the hospital bed- was enough to kill him. But, all fathers are like that at some point right? My mom, on the other hand, just sank into one of the chairs and looked like she was going to start yelling, but couldn't because this is a hospital, and that wouldn't be very proper, now would it? So she just kept quiet until Rob's nurse came to announce that visiting hours were over, and we could come back the next day to see him. My parents high-tailed it out of there, probably to give us a little privacy before Rob's mom came in.
"Well, that was...interesting." I said, taking ahold of Rob's hand.
"Mastrianni, who are you kidding?" Rob said, relinquishing my hand from his. "Your parents hate me."
"They do not." I reassured him. "Besides, even if they do, which I don't think they do, then once you guys have a chance to get to know everyone better, they'll love you like I love you."
Rob still looked doubtful, but I kissed him again and erased the look from his face. Rob's mom and uncles and Just-Call-Me-Gary came in to say good bye, so I left after saying goodbye to everyone.
Once I got in the car, squeezed between Claire and Tasha, because the only other cars were Ruth and Skip's, who had left, so we were all crammed into my dad's car, my mom opened fire with, "How long have you been seeing that boy behind our backs?" My dad sighed- it was one of those 'here-we-go- again' type sighs- as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I dunno." I shrugged. We hadn't really made things official, until tonight I guess. "Off and on, since like September." Unless you count that awesome first date of ours last spring, when the psychic thing started. But there's no way in hell I was telling them about that.
"And do you think you're just going to get away with being God-knows where with some boy who's already graduated, in the middle of the night?" My mom was pissed.
I was really in no mood to deal with her snobbery issues. "Yes, actually, I figured I would."
My dad had been pretty silent during the whole thing, but he cracked up at that. My mom shot him a Look.
"Oh, Toni, get over it." he said, driving down the highway. "Rob's a good kid. Mary's raised him right." While my mom kind of huffed at that, my dad looked at me through the rearview mirror and said, "I'd give you permission to see him again, but I know that you will whether or not I do, so let's just call it a given."
"Alright then." I said. My mom looked like she wanted to scream. She sat there fuming the whole way home. Fire practically came out of her eyes when I mentioned Randy's Christmas Eve wedding, but I managed to get a 'Yes, you can go' out of her.
But only because I promised to let her make me a new dress.
So I settled in to go to sleep that night pretty happy. My parents knew about Rob and they were basically ok with it. Rob was going to be released the next day, and life would go back to normal...Well, as normal as it ever gets.
Yeah. Right. And the Pope's Jewish.