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A young woman of what looked to be about twenty-four stood in one of the many front windows of the enormous dutch colonial style house. Her long reddish orange hair was in a very loose ponytail, hanging over her shoulders and light pink, long sleeved sweater and reaching her burgundy, tight, jean pants. She had certainly grown, curves more defined and slim, her face was more defined as well and she was a bit taller. Her emerald eyes watched the circular driveway for any of her guests' cars. Two hands around her waist startled her, but she soon relaxed when she realized who it was. She felt a neck rest on her shoulder.
"Waiting, Theresa?" asked her husband, the man holding her.
"Yeah." came a tired answer.
She turned around in his arms, looking up at her life-long lover. He stared down at her with dark brown eyes. He had grown just as much as his beautiful wife. He was a bit more muscular and hansom then he was eight years before, or even three years when they had gotten married. His chocolate brown hair had only been grown out a little bit and the same blond bangs hung over his face. He'd dressed in a beige t-shirt with a black long sleeved shirt underneath and black jean pants. Jay laid a short kiss on her lips.
"So when do you think they'll get here?" he asked.
"Soon I hope. I know Odie's going to be a bit late. Their flight got delayed." Theresa answered.
Jay was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of a car parking in the driveway. The couple turned to see a sleek, silver car's door open and a young man walk out. The man walked to the other door and opened it, helping a young woman out. Theresa slipped from Jay's grasp and ran to the door, open it. In the doorway stood the two, one an old friend and one a new aquatinted.
The old friend was Atlanta, looking as youthful as ever. Her silver eyes were flashed with excitement. Her bold red hair had been grown out to reach her neck in a very straight, spike-ended fashion. Her face was barely tanned, since it was winter and a smile graced her pink lips. Her figure had developed into that of the worked out, slim, young women she was. She wore a dark, grey shirt with long sleeves and a pair of smoke white cargo jeans, a black coat hiding the upper of her body.
The other was Atlanta's boyfriend, Craig. He was tall and built, somewhat hansom. His short, black hair was sleeked back with gel and shone in the house's lighting. His eyes were a deep amber, almost red glinted, looking from Jay to Theresa. His skin was pale, his features were molded and his smile was clean and white. His grey t-shirt looked old and his baggy jeans were ripped at the bottom, his coat leather and black.
Both girls squealed and hugged each other tightly. Jay extended a hand to Craig who shook it. Atlanta hugged Jay in a friendly way. Theresa lead Atlanta into the living room while Jay and Craig went to the car to unpack. The girls sat down on one of the Victorian couches that were laid neatly on both sides of an oak coffee table and at once began talking about everything that'd happened over the past while they'd been apart.
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After a while, the two men had lugged all the bags into the room Atlanta and Craig were sharing. They stood outside, leaning on the silver car's side. They talked a bit, laughing at each other's stories. Jay was in the middle of a story when a big, red, very frimillar truck pulling into the long driveway, parking near the car.
Out jump a very tall, built man about the same age as the two, known to them (and you) as Herry. His dark brown hair grew a bit past his broad shoulders now, waving naturally. His brown eyes had the same excited flare, but were cleansed by new responsibility. His face was sculpted very nicely, making him quite the hansom young man. His muscles were larger and well evened and he was taller, still over average hight. He wore a dark green coat, a black sweater, biege pants and a funny red tuque.
"Jay!" Herry yelled, bear-hugging his old pal.
"Good to see you too Herry." Jay said, voice strained by the hug. Herry let go and extended a hand to Craig.
"And your Atlanta's boyfriend right? The name's Herry." he introduced.
"Yeah. Craig, nice to meet you." Craig said, taking the warm gesture.
The three headed inside with Herry's bags and met the girls in the living room for hot chocolate. They sipped their warm brews and talked casually about what had happened to them since the last they'd seen of each other, laughing and telling great stories the whole time.
It turned out that they all had good lives to be lived. Theresa had a very good paying job as a fashion designer, creating many amazing dresses made for casual days all the way up to prom nights, but still not well recognized. Jay had taken up a boating supplies store where he also still offered lessons to teens and children. The couple were still given many thousand dollars a day by Theresa's overworking father. Atlanta had found her calling in environmentalism, working with Craig on every assignment they were handed. And Herry had moved back onto the farm with his sister, Jen, and his niece and nephew, Karren and Jacob.
The five talked for a good, long time before Theresa pulled Atlanta upstairs for 'girl talk' like they had done when they were only teens, leaving the men to talk about whatever it was they did. Dragging Atlanta into the master bedroom, Theresa began explaining her plans for the next day when everyone was there.
I finally updated. Sorry if its rushed. I added more description to it. Next chapter: Odie and guest arrive, same with Neil, and a midnight surprise wakes someone from a funny dream. I'll update as soon as I can.