Jess's POV:
We were all standing in the church, Randy and his new bride had just completed their vows, and everyone was cheering. Mrs. Wilkins was crying a bit, as were most of the woman present, when suddenly a voice came over the loud speakers. (Who knew the church had such a kick-ass sound system?)
"I'm coming for you..."
I screamed. It was a deep voice, one that I knew without knowing belonged Rob's dad...But it couldn't be him. He was supposed to be in prison, for ten to twenty years....But then the voice continued.
"I've got you all where I want you..." When suddenly the lights went out, and I felt big meaty hands on my shoulders. I yelled and flailed my arms, desparately trying to escape...
"Mastriani! Wake up! It's just a really bad dream!" I heard Rob whisper loudly. My eyes flew open and I saw Rob on top of me, waking me up from this nightmare...
Because that truly was the worst dream ever. I never have dreams like that. Ever. It's always the see-a-picture-find-out-where-they-are dreams. This was a big thing.
Rob climbed off of me and I sat up, shaking and somewhat crying on his shoulder. "Are you gonna be OK?" Rob whispered softly as we lay back down.
This is the part in the dream where I said, "Sure, I'm great. Go to sleep." Well, let's just recap on where that got me, shall we?
A) kidnapped B) poisoned by a future in-law C) DEAD
Ok, so maybe I had this way freaky dream so I could stop it...maybe. At the very least, I was telling Rob about it. So I spilled my guts about this lovely dream. Every last detail, almost crying again when I got the whole I-died part.
Rob's response? To hold me tighter and say, "Well, you're not going to the wedding now. You and me, are going to stay right here until after everything is done and over with."
"No." I said, shaking my head. "Then, he'll just grab someone who resembles me, or one of the kids. I can't let that happen."
"Well, I'm not letting you die this time." Rob said, with a fierce protective quality in his voice. "So if that means I have to lock you in that bathroom"- He pointed to the one in question- "Then I will." Rob cupped my face with his hands and kissed my nose. "I'm just not going to lose you, Mastriani. I lo-" Suddenly, Rob stopped short as he realized what was about to come out. I grinned and looked up at him.
"831, Rob."
He looked confused for a minute, so I explained. "8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning. 831."
"831, Jess." Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, not even caring that his mom and her boyfriend were in the bed right next to ours. Nope, that did not stop him from pulling up the blankets all around us and kissing me hungrily, kisses that I gladly gave back to him. Nor did it stop him from running his hands up and down my back under my shirt. It didn't stop me from running my hands through his curly dark hair, or kissing his neck. It did stop us from going any further than that, though.
We finally broke off our kissing, and I cuddled up in Rob's arms, resting my head on his shoulder. Rob kissed my forehead, whispered goodnight, and we fell asleep again.
The next morning, when we got up to get ready for the ceremony, I wondered how we were going to get away with it. I mean, the whole reason I was here was for this wedding. I knew that the aunts and uncles may not ask questions, but Rob's mom sure would. She knew about the psychic thing, so I just explained the dream to her. Not only did Mrs. Wilkins not make us attend, she got them to move the time up, so that hopefully everyone was out of the chapel by the time he struck. I could not believe my good luck!
We stepped outside, and walked around to the front of the church, where the driveway is to get in. Parked just out of sight, behind a lot of brush, was the truck. And Rob's dad.
"He must move it while we're all inside." I murmured. Immediately, I felt Rob's arm around my waist tighten. Maybe he thought I was going to do something stupid, but I wasn't. Really. I happen to like breathing.
So we went inside the church, and hung out in the back while everyone got settled in front for the ceremony. Rob seemed to think that the best way to take my mind off the impending danger was to get me in as little clothing as possible. Seeing as how I was only in a dress and then my bra and underwear, I didn't think it was possible, yanno, without exposing a lot of skin, plus there was the chance of people walking in, but for once I really didn't care. Plus, I majorly liked his whole must-make-out-with-my- girlfriend-as-much-as-possible attitude.
So, in the back of the church, in this tiny room that must have been a coat check-in place or something, was where Rob and I stayed during the ceremony. He kept kissing me very passionately- I guess the prospect of your girlfriend dying in the next few hours boosts a guy's sex drive- and I returned those kisses, each one more passionate than the last. We lied on the floor, using coats, my dress, and Rob's shirt and jacket to keep warm. (No, we did not do the dirty. We just had a very heavy-duty make out session.)
Then the power cut out just as Rob's hand grazed my ass. I moaned, from both his hand and the power outage, and then realization dawned on me. My would-be kidnapper was HERE.
Oh shit!
Rob's POV:
The whole day of the wedding all I could think about was making out with Jess.
I know, I know. My psycho dad has escaped from prison, is plotting to kill my girlfriend, and all I could think was, "Now, where can we make out at?" I'm a perv. I'm also a guy. It happens.
Jess didn't seem to mind though, as we entered the coat closet, and I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, like she did that day last spring, when I rode the Indian into a stream. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her harder, slipping my tounge in over hers. The next thing I knew, I was shirtless, Jess was in this really sexy black bra and panty set, and we were laying on the floor of the coat closet, still kissing.
Then the damned power goes out.
Jess started freaking out. She threw her dress on really quickly, and then put on a coat. The power came back on after a few minutes, and we went to the front of the church to check on the situation.
Mom's plan had worked, sort of. John didn't have the opportunity to kidnap anyone- because the second he'd walked in the door, uncle Earl had tackled him.
So now, John was out cold on the floor, with this little needle sticking out of his pocket. And that's how he laid for until the cops showed up. Along with Cyrus Krantz, that guy who's been trying to get Jess to come work for him.
The cops and Krantz made Jess go through the entire dream, from start to finish, a million times it seemed. They confirmed John's side of it when he came to, and then we were finally able to go home. Jess and I sat in the back seat of Gary's truck the entire way home, her head resting on my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist. Mom kept glancing back and giving us the Aww-they're-so-cute look. I just did the same thing with she mimicked Jess's position- except, she was lying on Gary, not me.
When we got home, Jess put her bag into the storage compartment of the Indian so I could drive her home. She didn't seem like she wanted to go home, so we kind of hung around my place, talking about random things. Her dream, the possibility of her power expanding, my psycho dad, the many enemies it looked like she'd made. And then finally, the biggie. I knew she'd drag the conversation over to it.
"Rob, look, I know you've said before that you aren't going to tell me why you're on probation, and I respect that, I really do, it's just sometimes, I start to wonder, and then I think that you might be breaking your probation rules whenever we go out or whatever and- " Jess said in a big rush, before I silenced her with a finger to her lips.
"You really want to know?" I said. Jess nodded.
"You're going to freak."
"It can't be that bad."
"No...Just...it's not what you think, I'll bet."
"Just tell me Rob, or I'll get your mom to give me copies of your baby pictures."
"Ok." I took a deep breath and said, "Jess....I'm on probation for..."
Jess's POV:
I still can't believe it.
I mean, seriously.
Rob's on probation for COW TIPPING.
Yes. He got crazy one night with Wendell and Wylie (from detention) and decided to knock over an innocent cow.
I'm not even kidding.
After he said that, I just looked at him. "Jess...Say something." he said, taking a hold of my hand. I couldn't speak, I just burst out laughing. "THAT is why you're on probation? I can't believe it!" and bust a gut laughing some more.
Rob just sat there, looking all serious and everything. I stopped laughing and cupped his chin in my hand. "Oh, I don't even care. I still love you." and planted a big wet one on his lips.
When we broke from our kiss- which had switched national origins pretty quickly- Rob said, "Yeah, well, I told you it was stupid!" And kissed me again.
This one got pretty serious. Not coat-room serious (I don't think we'll get that serious again until after my birthday), but still pretty heavy. Then Rob drove me home, and said goodnight with a quick kiss on the lips. It was an almost perfect Christmas.
THE END
We were all standing in the church, Randy and his new bride had just completed their vows, and everyone was cheering. Mrs. Wilkins was crying a bit, as were most of the woman present, when suddenly a voice came over the loud speakers. (Who knew the church had such a kick-ass sound system?)
"I'm coming for you..."
I screamed. It was a deep voice, one that I knew without knowing belonged Rob's dad...But it couldn't be him. He was supposed to be in prison, for ten to twenty years....But then the voice continued.
"I've got you all where I want you..." When suddenly the lights went out, and I felt big meaty hands on my shoulders. I yelled and flailed my arms, desparately trying to escape...
"Mastriani! Wake up! It's just a really bad dream!" I heard Rob whisper loudly. My eyes flew open and I saw Rob on top of me, waking me up from this nightmare...
Because that truly was the worst dream ever. I never have dreams like that. Ever. It's always the see-a-picture-find-out-where-they-are dreams. This was a big thing.
Rob climbed off of me and I sat up, shaking and somewhat crying on his shoulder. "Are you gonna be OK?" Rob whispered softly as we lay back down.
This is the part in the dream where I said, "Sure, I'm great. Go to sleep." Well, let's just recap on where that got me, shall we?
A) kidnapped B) poisoned by a future in-law C) DEAD
Ok, so maybe I had this way freaky dream so I could stop it...maybe. At the very least, I was telling Rob about it. So I spilled my guts about this lovely dream. Every last detail, almost crying again when I got the whole I-died part.
Rob's response? To hold me tighter and say, "Well, you're not going to the wedding now. You and me, are going to stay right here until after everything is done and over with."
"No." I said, shaking my head. "Then, he'll just grab someone who resembles me, or one of the kids. I can't let that happen."
"Well, I'm not letting you die this time." Rob said, with a fierce protective quality in his voice. "So if that means I have to lock you in that bathroom"- He pointed to the one in question- "Then I will." Rob cupped my face with his hands and kissed my nose. "I'm just not going to lose you, Mastriani. I lo-" Suddenly, Rob stopped short as he realized what was about to come out. I grinned and looked up at him.
"831, Rob."
He looked confused for a minute, so I explained. "8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning. 831."
"831, Jess." Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, not even caring that his mom and her boyfriend were in the bed right next to ours. Nope, that did not stop him from pulling up the blankets all around us and kissing me hungrily, kisses that I gladly gave back to him. Nor did it stop him from running his hands up and down my back under my shirt. It didn't stop me from running my hands through his curly dark hair, or kissing his neck. It did stop us from going any further than that, though.
We finally broke off our kissing, and I cuddled up in Rob's arms, resting my head on his shoulder. Rob kissed my forehead, whispered goodnight, and we fell asleep again.
The next morning, when we got up to get ready for the ceremony, I wondered how we were going to get away with it. I mean, the whole reason I was here was for this wedding. I knew that the aunts and uncles may not ask questions, but Rob's mom sure would. She knew about the psychic thing, so I just explained the dream to her. Not only did Mrs. Wilkins not make us attend, she got them to move the time up, so that hopefully everyone was out of the chapel by the time he struck. I could not believe my good luck!
We stepped outside, and walked around to the front of the church, where the driveway is to get in. Parked just out of sight, behind a lot of brush, was the truck. And Rob's dad.
"He must move it while we're all inside." I murmured. Immediately, I felt Rob's arm around my waist tighten. Maybe he thought I was going to do something stupid, but I wasn't. Really. I happen to like breathing.
So we went inside the church, and hung out in the back while everyone got settled in front for the ceremony. Rob seemed to think that the best way to take my mind off the impending danger was to get me in as little clothing as possible. Seeing as how I was only in a dress and then my bra and underwear, I didn't think it was possible, yanno, without exposing a lot of skin, plus there was the chance of people walking in, but for once I really didn't care. Plus, I majorly liked his whole must-make-out-with-my- girlfriend-as-much-as-possible attitude.
So, in the back of the church, in this tiny room that must have been a coat check-in place or something, was where Rob and I stayed during the ceremony. He kept kissing me very passionately- I guess the prospect of your girlfriend dying in the next few hours boosts a guy's sex drive- and I returned those kisses, each one more passionate than the last. We lied on the floor, using coats, my dress, and Rob's shirt and jacket to keep warm. (No, we did not do the dirty. We just had a very heavy-duty make out session.)
Then the power cut out just as Rob's hand grazed my ass. I moaned, from both his hand and the power outage, and then realization dawned on me. My would-be kidnapper was HERE.
Oh shit!
Rob's POV:
The whole day of the wedding all I could think about was making out with Jess.
I know, I know. My psycho dad has escaped from prison, is plotting to kill my girlfriend, and all I could think was, "Now, where can we make out at?" I'm a perv. I'm also a guy. It happens.
Jess didn't seem to mind though, as we entered the coat closet, and I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, like she did that day last spring, when I rode the Indian into a stream. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her harder, slipping my tounge in over hers. The next thing I knew, I was shirtless, Jess was in this really sexy black bra and panty set, and we were laying on the floor of the coat closet, still kissing.
Then the damned power goes out.
Jess started freaking out. She threw her dress on really quickly, and then put on a coat. The power came back on after a few minutes, and we went to the front of the church to check on the situation.
Mom's plan had worked, sort of. John didn't have the opportunity to kidnap anyone- because the second he'd walked in the door, uncle Earl had tackled him.
So now, John was out cold on the floor, with this little needle sticking out of his pocket. And that's how he laid for until the cops showed up. Along with Cyrus Krantz, that guy who's been trying to get Jess to come work for him.
The cops and Krantz made Jess go through the entire dream, from start to finish, a million times it seemed. They confirmed John's side of it when he came to, and then we were finally able to go home. Jess and I sat in the back seat of Gary's truck the entire way home, her head resting on my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist. Mom kept glancing back and giving us the Aww-they're-so-cute look. I just did the same thing with she mimicked Jess's position- except, she was lying on Gary, not me.
When we got home, Jess put her bag into the storage compartment of the Indian so I could drive her home. She didn't seem like she wanted to go home, so we kind of hung around my place, talking about random things. Her dream, the possibility of her power expanding, my psycho dad, the many enemies it looked like she'd made. And then finally, the biggie. I knew she'd drag the conversation over to it.
"Rob, look, I know you've said before that you aren't going to tell me why you're on probation, and I respect that, I really do, it's just sometimes, I start to wonder, and then I think that you might be breaking your probation rules whenever we go out or whatever and- " Jess said in a big rush, before I silenced her with a finger to her lips.
"You really want to know?" I said. Jess nodded.
"You're going to freak."
"It can't be that bad."
"No...Just...it's not what you think, I'll bet."
"Just tell me Rob, or I'll get your mom to give me copies of your baby pictures."
"Ok." I took a deep breath and said, "Jess....I'm on probation for..."
Jess's POV:
I still can't believe it.
I mean, seriously.
Rob's on probation for COW TIPPING.
Yes. He got crazy one night with Wendell and Wylie (from detention) and decided to knock over an innocent cow.
I'm not even kidding.
After he said that, I just looked at him. "Jess...Say something." he said, taking a hold of my hand. I couldn't speak, I just burst out laughing. "THAT is why you're on probation? I can't believe it!" and bust a gut laughing some more.
Rob just sat there, looking all serious and everything. I stopped laughing and cupped his chin in my hand. "Oh, I don't even care. I still love you." and planted a big wet one on his lips.
When we broke from our kiss- which had switched national origins pretty quickly- Rob said, "Yeah, well, I told you it was stupid!" And kissed me again.
This one got pretty serious. Not coat-room serious (I don't think we'll get that serious again until after my birthday), but still pretty heavy. Then Rob drove me home, and said goodnight with a quick kiss on the lips. It was an almost perfect Christmas.
THE END