Hey guys,
Today I am so sad. So sad because this story is ending and so sad because I am nowhere near ready to launch my next story. Wedding planning has taken over my life these last two months. Good news we have: The venue, the cake, the cratering, photographer, officiant, my dress, and hopefully after this upcoming weekend a DJ and the flowers.
I am going out of town for Christmas, going to see mom and dad for the first time since they left to Arizona in October of last year. My first snowless Christmas … so weird. I hope that since most of the major wedding planning is done, I'll be able to work more on my next story. I know everyone is going to love this one!
Until next story, I'll miss you all terribly. Happy Holidays!
"Dad," Gabriella came out into the yard with a tray of lemonade. "Please don't scare him."
"Nonsense," Her father was admiring Troy's blue prints for his senior thesis. "I'm just saying he has a lot of potential."
His own father was still having issues with his new major, he also wasn't two thrilled about Troy staying another year to complete his engineering degree. Luckily he'd had his mother and sister on his side. Together they helped Troy father see what really made Troy happy and that his hobby could actually be a career. One that was just as promising as a law degree.
In the year that she been dating Troy she rarely saw his father. The few times they had been in his presence Troy had made it clear that no matter what his father said, he was finally doing what he wanted to do.
"The club could actually be fit virtually any golfer." Troy said point at the bottom of the club. "The unique hinged-hosel design would allow this club to "lie" in a more flat position than conventional golf clubs."
"I see that," Her father adjusted his reading glasses as he examined the numbers. "Let me get my tool box I think I have an idea for the hinge."
When her father left the yard to head back inside Gabriella rolled her eyes, "Well now you've done it. Once he pulls out his tool box he's invested. We'll never meet up with Chad and Taylor later."
Troy laughed as reached for her and pulled him into her lap, "They'll be fine. Where's your brother?"
"He's inside playing Battlefield."
"Sounds like we should be making out," Troy smiled as he brought his hand up to her cheek.
"Troy," she scowled with a smile. "I told you no monkey business."
Troy shifted and his lips were on hers and she relaxed into him.
"How's your story coming along?" he asked when he pulled away.
"I broke them up and I can't figure out how to get them back together. They're being stubborn."
Troy made a face. "Are you sure it's them and not you being stubborn."
"It's them," she shifted so she could get up. "I mean can you blame Lauren for being a little cautious. She just had her heart ripped out and fed to her. She's gonna need time to get over that."
Troy shook his head, "why not just have Michael admit he was wrong."
"Because he's not that kind of guy."
"Then just kill him off."
"My readers would kill me."
"Then why doesn't Lauren-"
"Hush," Gabriella lifted her hands to her temple. "A plot line as delicate as this requires lots and lots of chick flicks and chocolate to figure out."
"I am not watching Bridget Jones's Diary again."
"How about You Got Mail?"
Troy head fell back as he let out a low sigh. After a moment he lifted his head again and smiled. "Fine, but only if we can watch Resident Evil."
"Deal." Gabriella smiled as she leaned in, craving his lips one more time.
"Hey," he scolded lightly, pulling away. "No monkey business young lady."
"Shut up and kiss me."
The end.
