Title: Graduating Psychic
Summary: Jess Mastriani is finally graduating from high school! Now, what's the psychic going to do for a living?
Sequel To: Wedding Of Sorts
Rating: R, because I'm hormonal, and there will probably be a lemon or two in this story.
Jess's POV:
I opened my eyes against the harsh sunlight pouring in through my window. I hit snooze on my alarm and wondered why it was on in the first place. It's eight in the morning on a Saturday...Why the hell did I turn that thing on?
I curled up into a ball in my bed, and was about to close my eyes again when I saw something hanging from my closet door that made me remember exactly why this 18 year old senior was getting up at 8am.
PROM!
I scrambled out of bed and rushed to take a shower. I had a hair appointment- made by Ruth, because "Lord knows I'm not going to make one" according to her- at ten. In the year and a half that Rob and I have been dating, my hair has grown so that it's now down to my shoulders, and I actually like it...Weird.
I was getting out of the shower and heard the phone extension in my room go off. "Hello?" I said perkily, since I was all wide awake now.
"Mastriani, how are you awake and perky at this hour?" Rob asked before saying hello or anything. Not unlike him, actually. I smiled as I pictured him sitting there, at his kitchen table, probably wearing jeans and a shirt. "Usually, we have to pry you out of bed."
"I know." I said, laughing. "I can't help it. I'm excited. The whole graduating thing. And prom." See, Rob and I didn't go to my junior prom last year. I was grounded, but the week after, we went to his place and danced around outside. He surprised me with that, and I was just wearing jeans and an Old Navy shirt. Tonight would be awesome.
"Speaking of which...Did you talk Ruth out of the limo?" Rob asked. I had nearly had a heart attack when Ruth said she was getting a limo for me and Rob, and her and Scott- who had called out of the blue the summer after our junior year, saying he missed Ruth and wanted to see her again. They'd been dating ever since, making the long-distance thing work. I did not want to be in a limo with them, I wanted to arrive in style on the back of Rob's Indian.
So I talked her out of it. "Yups." I said, pulling on a baggy shirt and jeans. "She went world-war three on me, but I explained. All is good."
"So we're taking the Indian tonight?" Rob asked, double-checking.
"Yups." I looked at my dress again. It was this long emerald-green dress my mom had made me. Getting on and off of the bike would be fun...NOT! Eh, whatever. "Your tux is black, right?"
"Yeah." Rob said. "Why?"
"Double-checking." The little flower thingie I'm supposed to give him was red, so I wanted to make sure it didn't clash. Wow, so girly of me...Karen Sue Hankey must be rubbing off on me or something.
"Oh." Rob said. He probably shrugged or something. I tried not to drool as I pictured him with no shirt on...Like at his uncle's wedding, when his psycho dad decided to off me, to help out a few of his friends, and my enemies. "So, I'll see you tonight, at your house around 7?"
"Sounds good. See you then." I said.
"Hey Jess?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." I almost dropped the phone. That's, like, the first time I'd heard him say the words! We'd been doing this cute '831' thing since his uncle's wedding, but for a few weeks, I'd been waiting to hear the actual words.
"I love you too, Rob." I said, trying not to drop the phone as we hung up. I carefully put it back on its cradle and started to do my happy dance.
WOOHOO!!!!!!!! HE SAID IT!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm done being stupid. At least, done acting stupid. The grin on my face when Ruth picked me up at 9 was a dead giveaway, but I didn't care. I could grin stupidly for eternity. I had every right to.
"So, Rob called, huh?" Ruth asked as we pulled out of my driveway.
"Yeah." I grinned. "He said it."
"It?"
"It. Three little words that set my heart all a-flutter. The big deal. 831, decoded." I said, sighing happily.
"Aw!" Ruth is a lot nicer when it comes to Rob. On top of saving me from the True Americans, she also knows how he saved my butt from his dad- at least, in the dream. Granted, if that dream had started to come true, he would have done it in real life, and that counts.
We got to my appointment, and waited. The stylist put my hair in this weird half-up, half-down look with little curls on the side of my head. I'm looked at it in the mirror with a raised eyebrow. Vicki- that was the stylist's name- laughed. "Ok, so you don't like it. Understandable. I'm spazing out right now." I laughed and she started over, after I told her my boyfriend had said I love you. The next style was much better. Not quite as curly as Ruth's hair is naturally, but still perm-city. I liked it.
"Perfect." I said. Ruth and I left, after tipping our stylists, and then made our way to Mile High, this weird shoe store. Each of the shoes in there had heels at least 2 1/2 inches high. Nothing shorter. Since, at 18, I'm still short as hell at 5'4, and Rob, at 20, is 6'2, I had to get heeled shoes to even things up. I got a pair that made me, like, three inches taller. "Those'll be fun wearing, on the back of a motorcyle." Ruth commented.
I grinned. "Yeah...Should be fun."
"Are you sure-"
"YES." I said firmly. I'm not fond of limos. I'd rather arrive on the back of Rob's bike.
"Ok, Ok."
Later that night, I got all dressed up. My hair still looked great, and I had Claire do my make-up. Once she was done, I put on my dress, then my shoes, and preceeded to go downstairs.
Did I mention that walking in high-heels is HELL?
I had to grip the railing going down the steps, and I still tripped twice. I don't know how models do it. Seriously.
Thankfully, Rob didn't see me trip. That would have been embaressing. He did, however, remember to clean out the storage compartment of the Indian, and I put my shoes in there while we drove to the hotel. Seriously. I was probably going barefoot the whole night because walking looked like a next to impossible task.
Prom was great. We danced, Rob held me back so I wouldn't break Karen Sue Hankey's nose again because I couldn't afford another lawsuit, we danced some more, took pictures, then drove around on the Indian. We drove to his place, since it was empty- his mom was working the late night shift at Mastriani's for all the prom-goers who went there afterwards- and probably wouldn't be home until way late. I didn't have to be home until 2 in the morning, which was way generous of my mom.
Ok, that's all for now. I'm working on the next bits. Bear with me, aight?
Summary: Jess Mastriani is finally graduating from high school! Now, what's the psychic going to do for a living?
Sequel To: Wedding Of Sorts
Rating: R, because I'm hormonal, and there will probably be a lemon or two in this story.
Jess's POV:
I opened my eyes against the harsh sunlight pouring in through my window. I hit snooze on my alarm and wondered why it was on in the first place. It's eight in the morning on a Saturday...Why the hell did I turn that thing on?
I curled up into a ball in my bed, and was about to close my eyes again when I saw something hanging from my closet door that made me remember exactly why this 18 year old senior was getting up at 8am.
PROM!
I scrambled out of bed and rushed to take a shower. I had a hair appointment- made by Ruth, because "Lord knows I'm not going to make one" according to her- at ten. In the year and a half that Rob and I have been dating, my hair has grown so that it's now down to my shoulders, and I actually like it...Weird.
I was getting out of the shower and heard the phone extension in my room go off. "Hello?" I said perkily, since I was all wide awake now.
"Mastriani, how are you awake and perky at this hour?" Rob asked before saying hello or anything. Not unlike him, actually. I smiled as I pictured him sitting there, at his kitchen table, probably wearing jeans and a shirt. "Usually, we have to pry you out of bed."
"I know." I said, laughing. "I can't help it. I'm excited. The whole graduating thing. And prom." See, Rob and I didn't go to my junior prom last year. I was grounded, but the week after, we went to his place and danced around outside. He surprised me with that, and I was just wearing jeans and an Old Navy shirt. Tonight would be awesome.
"Speaking of which...Did you talk Ruth out of the limo?" Rob asked. I had nearly had a heart attack when Ruth said she was getting a limo for me and Rob, and her and Scott- who had called out of the blue the summer after our junior year, saying he missed Ruth and wanted to see her again. They'd been dating ever since, making the long-distance thing work. I did not want to be in a limo with them, I wanted to arrive in style on the back of Rob's Indian.
So I talked her out of it. "Yups." I said, pulling on a baggy shirt and jeans. "She went world-war three on me, but I explained. All is good."
"So we're taking the Indian tonight?" Rob asked, double-checking.
"Yups." I looked at my dress again. It was this long emerald-green dress my mom had made me. Getting on and off of the bike would be fun...NOT! Eh, whatever. "Your tux is black, right?"
"Yeah." Rob said. "Why?"
"Double-checking." The little flower thingie I'm supposed to give him was red, so I wanted to make sure it didn't clash. Wow, so girly of me...Karen Sue Hankey must be rubbing off on me or something.
"Oh." Rob said. He probably shrugged or something. I tried not to drool as I pictured him with no shirt on...Like at his uncle's wedding, when his psycho dad decided to off me, to help out a few of his friends, and my enemies. "So, I'll see you tonight, at your house around 7?"
"Sounds good. See you then." I said.
"Hey Jess?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." I almost dropped the phone. That's, like, the first time I'd heard him say the words! We'd been doing this cute '831' thing since his uncle's wedding, but for a few weeks, I'd been waiting to hear the actual words.
"I love you too, Rob." I said, trying not to drop the phone as we hung up. I carefully put it back on its cradle and started to do my happy dance.
WOOHOO!!!!!!!! HE SAID IT!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm done being stupid. At least, done acting stupid. The grin on my face when Ruth picked me up at 9 was a dead giveaway, but I didn't care. I could grin stupidly for eternity. I had every right to.
"So, Rob called, huh?" Ruth asked as we pulled out of my driveway.
"Yeah." I grinned. "He said it."
"It?"
"It. Three little words that set my heart all a-flutter. The big deal. 831, decoded." I said, sighing happily.
"Aw!" Ruth is a lot nicer when it comes to Rob. On top of saving me from the True Americans, she also knows how he saved my butt from his dad- at least, in the dream. Granted, if that dream had started to come true, he would have done it in real life, and that counts.
We got to my appointment, and waited. The stylist put my hair in this weird half-up, half-down look with little curls on the side of my head. I'm looked at it in the mirror with a raised eyebrow. Vicki- that was the stylist's name- laughed. "Ok, so you don't like it. Understandable. I'm spazing out right now." I laughed and she started over, after I told her my boyfriend had said I love you. The next style was much better. Not quite as curly as Ruth's hair is naturally, but still perm-city. I liked it.
"Perfect." I said. Ruth and I left, after tipping our stylists, and then made our way to Mile High, this weird shoe store. Each of the shoes in there had heels at least 2 1/2 inches high. Nothing shorter. Since, at 18, I'm still short as hell at 5'4, and Rob, at 20, is 6'2, I had to get heeled shoes to even things up. I got a pair that made me, like, three inches taller. "Those'll be fun wearing, on the back of a motorcyle." Ruth commented.
I grinned. "Yeah...Should be fun."
"Are you sure-"
"YES." I said firmly. I'm not fond of limos. I'd rather arrive on the back of Rob's bike.
"Ok, Ok."
Later that night, I got all dressed up. My hair still looked great, and I had Claire do my make-up. Once she was done, I put on my dress, then my shoes, and preceeded to go downstairs.
Did I mention that walking in high-heels is HELL?
I had to grip the railing going down the steps, and I still tripped twice. I don't know how models do it. Seriously.
Thankfully, Rob didn't see me trip. That would have been embaressing. He did, however, remember to clean out the storage compartment of the Indian, and I put my shoes in there while we drove to the hotel. Seriously. I was probably going barefoot the whole night because walking looked like a next to impossible task.
Prom was great. We danced, Rob held me back so I wouldn't break Karen Sue Hankey's nose again because I couldn't afford another lawsuit, we danced some more, took pictures, then drove around on the Indian. We drove to his place, since it was empty- his mom was working the late night shift at Mastriani's for all the prom-goers who went there afterwards- and probably wouldn't be home until way late. I didn't have to be home until 2 in the morning, which was way generous of my mom.
Ok, that's all for now. I'm working on the next bits. Bear with me, aight?