Jess's POV:
Man, when I get married, I'm doing it in April. Christmas eve may be romantic and all, but there's that chance of snow.
Damn blizzard caught up with us. It started snowing fairly hard about a half hour after we got to the church. The plan was to have the ceremony there, and then use the basement for the reception. There were a few cabins in back for us to stay in through the night, so everyone was supposed to drop off around midnight or so. It was only, like, two thirty or something, (A/N: Someone help me out here. How long does it take for someone to get to Evansville from southern Indiana?) when it started snowing, and all the kids wanted to go play in it before it got too bad. So Rob and I volunteered to watch them all. Plus it gave us some time to be all lovey-dovey when the kids weren't watching. While the kids were changing in their assorted cabins, we were waiting for Randy, the best man Joe, and Joe's assorted family members to arrive. Rob's mom came in to the cabin we were sharing (Well, by some stroke of luck, she, Just-Call-Me- Gary, Rob, and I were sharing a cabin.) to tell us that Randy had gotten stuck in a snowdrift with Joe and Joe's family, and that the wedding had been postponed until the next day. I pulled out my cell phone (early christmas present from Mike, Douglas, Claire, and Tasha) and called home to tell them I'd be late getting back because of the snow.
"Hey dad!" Thank God he was the one who answered. If it had been my mom, she'd have flipped out.
"Hey Jess, What's up?" I quickly explained the situation, about how the wedding was now postponed and the snow was too deep to drive back. He took it pretty well, and then asked to speak to Mary.
"Hi, Mr. Mastriani," Mary said cheerfully. "Oh, no...Everything will be fine...No, we'll just hole up in the church, or my brother's house...Ok, see you as soon as we can. Bye Mr. Mastriani." Then she turned to me. "We're in."
"Alright," I said. "So, what do we do now? I mean, the kids are already pretty hyper."
"We'll get to the church basement, have an early supper, and then pile them into bed." Mary said, that maternal instinct coming through. "It's already fairly dark out, it should be easy."
Should be easy, my butt. Remind me never to go into child-care services. I'll just stick to finding them.
What happened was, about two hours later, the kids were fed and Rob and I were starting to clean up the dishes, while the parents attempted to get the kids to their respective cabins to go to sleep. Rob and I got into a water fight, kind of like the one his mom and Just-Call-Me-Gary got into on Thanksgiving. By the time we were dry enough to head out, it was around seven or so, and most of the kids had drifted off in front of a movie. Rob and I went to change for bed, and then laid down on the bed we were apparently sharing. (Don't get any ideas, people. Rob's mom and Gary were in the next bed, still awake, so it's not like Rob could jump my bones. Though, I wanted him to.) I felt Rob's washboard abs against my back and he put his arms around me protectivly. We drifted off way early- like, it was nine-thirty, or ten- and I had a very unrestful sleep.
Rob's POV:
The whole drive to Evansville, I kept thinking about how I didn't want to be there. The wedding, I mean, not specifically in that car. I would have preferred Jess and I stay at my place or something for Christmas, not go to a wedding for realitives with Gary. Sure, he was good to my mom, which is important, but come on! Did they think I was blind or something? It was only a matter of time before he was my stepfather.
Not that I would call him that. I wouldn't call him anything but "Sir" (and that was only at work, since he was my boss) or Gary. Mom and Jess noticed my quietness during the drive, and mom retaliated by pulling out a baby picture of me. Everyone laughed, except me. I tensed up when I saw who was actually in the picture, besides mom and me.
Jess noticed, but she didn't push it. She knew how I felt about my dad, and also knew that I wouldn't talk about it if she did bug me about it. Eventually, I'll have to tell her why I'm on probation, but I'm keeping that stupid mistake from her at all costs.
Because, it really was a stupid mistake.
But, she could have found out about a million times by now, if she'd just asked Wendell or Wylie why I was in detention. It's their fault too.
But back to the wedding:
We got there, and my younger cousins bombarded Jess. Thank God it was just the little girls that came, and not my older ones, like twenty-year-old Jeremey, nineteen-year-old Josh, or Brian, who was my age. Those guys are the reason I dread family things, mostly because I always get in trouble. I like trouble just as much as the next guy, but when that trouble results in broken bones, busted windows, and over $500 worth of damage to a house, you tend to not like it so much. So I was pretty glad they weren't able to make it. Jess and I just watched my little cousins play in the snow, and then helped out with dinner and getting them dry from the wet snow. When we were finally able to sleep, I crashed. I was awake long enough to say good-night to Jess and the assorted relatives, but then it was snooze city.
Until about four in the morning, when I woke up after Jess whacked me in the head with her arm.
I thought for a minute that it was Mikayla, needing something from a dark part of the cabin. I rolled over to see who it was, and got whacked again. "Jesus, Jess!" I whispered loudly. No one stirred. I looked over, and Jess's face was contorted- she looked like she was having a seizure or something. She cried out something I couldn't understand, and her arms flaired out again. I caught a wrist with my hand, and pinned her arms down. I laid down on top of her, with a leg on each side of her waist, and said, "Mastriani! Wake up! It's just a really bad dream!"
Suddenly, her eyes burst open, and I saw they were filling with tears. I climbed off of her so she could sit up, and held her as she cried. I knew it was bad; Jess never cries.
When she finally calmed down, Jess wouldn't tell me anything. She had this look on her face like she knew that it would make me really mad, so that's why she didn't want to say, I guess. I didn't push it; We just fell back asleep.
Man, when I get married, I'm doing it in April. Christmas eve may be romantic and all, but there's that chance of snow.
Damn blizzard caught up with us. It started snowing fairly hard about a half hour after we got to the church. The plan was to have the ceremony there, and then use the basement for the reception. There were a few cabins in back for us to stay in through the night, so everyone was supposed to drop off around midnight or so. It was only, like, two thirty or something, (A/N: Someone help me out here. How long does it take for someone to get to Evansville from southern Indiana?) when it started snowing, and all the kids wanted to go play in it before it got too bad. So Rob and I volunteered to watch them all. Plus it gave us some time to be all lovey-dovey when the kids weren't watching. While the kids were changing in their assorted cabins, we were waiting for Randy, the best man Joe, and Joe's assorted family members to arrive. Rob's mom came in to the cabin we were sharing (Well, by some stroke of luck, she, Just-Call-Me- Gary, Rob, and I were sharing a cabin.) to tell us that Randy had gotten stuck in a snowdrift with Joe and Joe's family, and that the wedding had been postponed until the next day. I pulled out my cell phone (early christmas present from Mike, Douglas, Claire, and Tasha) and called home to tell them I'd be late getting back because of the snow.
"Hey dad!" Thank God he was the one who answered. If it had been my mom, she'd have flipped out.
"Hey Jess, What's up?" I quickly explained the situation, about how the wedding was now postponed and the snow was too deep to drive back. He took it pretty well, and then asked to speak to Mary.
"Hi, Mr. Mastriani," Mary said cheerfully. "Oh, no...Everything will be fine...No, we'll just hole up in the church, or my brother's house...Ok, see you as soon as we can. Bye Mr. Mastriani." Then she turned to me. "We're in."
"Alright," I said. "So, what do we do now? I mean, the kids are already pretty hyper."
"We'll get to the church basement, have an early supper, and then pile them into bed." Mary said, that maternal instinct coming through. "It's already fairly dark out, it should be easy."
Should be easy, my butt. Remind me never to go into child-care services. I'll just stick to finding them.
What happened was, about two hours later, the kids were fed and Rob and I were starting to clean up the dishes, while the parents attempted to get the kids to their respective cabins to go to sleep. Rob and I got into a water fight, kind of like the one his mom and Just-Call-Me-Gary got into on Thanksgiving. By the time we were dry enough to head out, it was around seven or so, and most of the kids had drifted off in front of a movie. Rob and I went to change for bed, and then laid down on the bed we were apparently sharing. (Don't get any ideas, people. Rob's mom and Gary were in the next bed, still awake, so it's not like Rob could jump my bones. Though, I wanted him to.) I felt Rob's washboard abs against my back and he put his arms around me protectivly. We drifted off way early- like, it was nine-thirty, or ten- and I had a very unrestful sleep.
Rob's POV:
The whole drive to Evansville, I kept thinking about how I didn't want to be there. The wedding, I mean, not specifically in that car. I would have preferred Jess and I stay at my place or something for Christmas, not go to a wedding for realitives with Gary. Sure, he was good to my mom, which is important, but come on! Did they think I was blind or something? It was only a matter of time before he was my stepfather.
Not that I would call him that. I wouldn't call him anything but "Sir" (and that was only at work, since he was my boss) or Gary. Mom and Jess noticed my quietness during the drive, and mom retaliated by pulling out a baby picture of me. Everyone laughed, except me. I tensed up when I saw who was actually in the picture, besides mom and me.
Jess noticed, but she didn't push it. She knew how I felt about my dad, and also knew that I wouldn't talk about it if she did bug me about it. Eventually, I'll have to tell her why I'm on probation, but I'm keeping that stupid mistake from her at all costs.
Because, it really was a stupid mistake.
But, she could have found out about a million times by now, if she'd just asked Wendell or Wylie why I was in detention. It's their fault too.
But back to the wedding:
We got there, and my younger cousins bombarded Jess. Thank God it was just the little girls that came, and not my older ones, like twenty-year-old Jeremey, nineteen-year-old Josh, or Brian, who was my age. Those guys are the reason I dread family things, mostly because I always get in trouble. I like trouble just as much as the next guy, but when that trouble results in broken bones, busted windows, and over $500 worth of damage to a house, you tend to not like it so much. So I was pretty glad they weren't able to make it. Jess and I just watched my little cousins play in the snow, and then helped out with dinner and getting them dry from the wet snow. When we were finally able to sleep, I crashed. I was awake long enough to say good-night to Jess and the assorted relatives, but then it was snooze city.
Until about four in the morning, when I woke up after Jess whacked me in the head with her arm.
I thought for a minute that it was Mikayla, needing something from a dark part of the cabin. I rolled over to see who it was, and got whacked again. "Jesus, Jess!" I whispered loudly. No one stirred. I looked over, and Jess's face was contorted- she looked like she was having a seizure or something. She cried out something I couldn't understand, and her arms flaired out again. I caught a wrist with my hand, and pinned her arms down. I laid down on top of her, with a leg on each side of her waist, and said, "Mastriani! Wake up! It's just a really bad dream!"
Suddenly, her eyes burst open, and I saw they were filling with tears. I climbed off of her so she could sit up, and held her as she cried. I knew it was bad; Jess never cries.
When she finally calmed down, Jess wouldn't tell me anything. She had this look on her face like she knew that it would make me really mad, so that's why she didn't want to say, I guess. I didn't push it; We just fell back asleep.