`*~ These Are Days ~*`
Author: Genevah
Rating: R
Pairing: Rory/Jess
Disclaimer: I claim to own nothing.
Summary: Tweaked 'Teach Me Tonight' to my own likings. *Warning. Insane amounts of fluff o'nutters in this story… please read with caution* Oh… and it's definitely a Literati, anything else would be uncivilized!
A/N: I've revised some chapters… just makes me feel better. They're subtle changes, mostly in the writing, not necessarily the storyline. Wow. I know I haven't updated in ages. I'm so, so very sorry… bad Genevah! A very special thanks goes out to everyone who kept on reviewing and reviewing even though there were no new chapters. You know who you wonderful people are. They did inspire me to sit down and try to write, but when I did I kept hitting this humongoid block and then one day I finally got knocked unconscious! That's why I haven't updated in so long. It's the truth I tell ya! ;P Hope you haven't abandoned this story yet.
`**~// Independence Inn – Early morning \\~**'
Jess had been lying in the same position since last night…
Luke sensed his nephew's absence when he woke up in the middle of the night to relieve himself of the chamomile tea he drank before he went to bed. It was the one thing that soothed the stresses that Jess so graciously bestowed upon him lately. On his way to the bathroom he took a gander to see whether he was in bed or not. And sure enough when he glanced at Jess' side of the room, his sense was confirmed. There was no sign of him. Jess had disappeared once again.
Luke stood in front of Jess' bed and stared at the emptiness of it. He let out a tired, heavy sigh.
For the past couple of weeks, Luke noticed Jess started to disappear at the oddest hours every night and when he asked him about it, Jess gave him his usual smart ass answer. 'Why couldn't the boy just answer the goddamn question?' And the arguments didn't end there. They soon turned into whose voice was the loudest or who came up with the wittiest comeback.
Luke wanted to give Jess boundaries, knew he needed boundaries, but Jess wasn't any ordinary seventeen year old. He was more mature for his age, aside from the adolescent shenanigans he used to pull. He could certainly fend for himself as he always had when he lived in New York with his mother. It was as if he lived by himself. He hardly ever saw his mother. Sometimes she would leave him for weeks at a time, leaving him to do as he pleased. And he would do just that. He'd never go to class, he'd just sit on the bottom steps outside his apartment with some of his friends devising their next plan of attack or for more simple pleasures, he'd read in the park.
Ever since Jess came to live with Luke, he had to get accustomed to being told what to do. Considering he cut down, actually way down, okay completely stopped with the stealing and vandalizing and whatnot… the two things that Luke couldn't stand was his leaving at peculiar hours of the night and not showing up when he was supposed to. 'What could that kid possibly be doing in the middle of the night?' He hoped he wasn't going back to his old habits.
He certainly hasn't heard anything from Taylor… yet, anyway.
If only Luke knew…
He had been lying in the same position since last night…
Jess lay contentedly inside the small tool shed behind the Independence Inn… the tool shed that was once a home to his girlfriend. He found solace in everything that surrounded that tiny shed. Maybe it was because Rory once lived there.
Rory had told him that some Rune guy crashed there for a couple of months, but he had recently moved out. Three weeks ago to be exact. Being the mischievous Jess that he was, he found himself jimmying the lock one late night and found that it was quite furnished. There was a bed. Hell there was even a toilet and bathtub. The place was just screaming 'inhabit me'. It was abandoned for the moment and it would only be fitting for him to oblige.
He wouldn't mind living there. Although it was small, it had all the required amenities for one to survive. Well maybe not all. There was no kitchen, but that wasn't important. There was always free food at the diner. No, he wouldn't mind living there at all. He was getting tired of Luke hounding him about not being home when an ordinary seventeen year old should be at home. While he found it a little endearing that Luke cared so much, he just wished he'd lay off some.
Jess rearranged the tiny space to suit himself more. He pushed the twin-sized bed beside the window that overlooked the lake. He would sometimes lay there with the window open and lose himself in the sky while he listened to the night's music. From the lake, to the crickets, to the many hovering trees above whose leaves swayed and rustled with the cool night breeze -- just by the quiet sounds they made together helped soothe and calm his mind, body and soul. This was where he disappeared to at such unusual late night hours. He came here to clear his mind. Sometimes to think. Sometimes to read. Sometimes to think about Rory . . . most of the time to think about Rory. She had unintentionally invaded his every thought. He never thought so much about a girl.
That night he came to a conclusion. He loved the girl. To the truest sense of the word, he loved Rory. The feeling was always there, he just never wanted to admit it, maybe because it scared the shit out of him. After all, love was never an easy thing for him. It wasn't like he grew up around love. But when he was around her, he felt it. He loved her.
He allowed himself to smile a small smile. Who couldn't love that girl?
It finally dawned on him what time it was. He would have to get up in a little while… the people of Stars Hollow would be up and about soon and more importantly the people visiting Stars Hollow staying at the Independence Inn were probably already up and ready to disturb him with all the chattering they did when they took their morning stroll down to the lake. Not only that, his shift would start soon at the diner. He knew all this but he couldn't for the life of him get his body to react.
Soon enough, the darkness was fading outside, signaling him to get his ass out of there. He forced himself up and carried out the same stealthy task of leaving the shed as he did coming in. Usually, he would have immediately left, but when he looked up and saw the magnificent colors painting the morning skies, he had to watch. He walked towards the lake and leaned against the creamy white wooden railing. He watched the sun slowly rise above and below him. The reflection off the lake was just as impressive.
That was when she noticed him.
What was Jess doing there so early in the morning? It was about five fifteen. Her reason for being there was as a favor for her mother. There was a wedding to take place that afternoon, Sookie's wedding, and she was there to make sure that everything was being set up properly. She had to be there when all the designated Stars Hollow wedding setter-uppers arrived. They were on strict orders by Lorelai not to be late. Each and every one of them knew their duties and was expected to perform them with the utmost perfection for two of Stars Hollow's own were to be married there.
She tried to creep up towards him as quietly as she could, but it was completely impossible with the sound of crunching grass emerging from beneath her shoes.
He didn't turn around at the sound of another being behind him. He figured it was just another visitor interfering on his moment with the sun and decided not to acknowledge said visitor's presence. He resumed his concentration on the sight before him when once again he was interrupted… this time it was a welcomed interruption. He felt two pairs of arms come up from behind and affectionately squeeze him.
Rory rested her chin atop his shoulder and encircled him snugly at the waist.
"Hey pookie, what are you doing here?" she happily asked. There was nothing better than seeing him unexpectedly.
He smirked when he heard yet another trial pet name for him. Rory could be so kooky at times, definitely a trait inherited from her mother. He slowly turned around and draped her shoulders with his arms to box her into him. She snuck her hands underneath his shirt and gently tickled his sides.
His eyes haven't met hers yet. He made a quick scan of the area behind her . . . they were alone. He finally let himself drown in her eyes.
"Pookie?" His voice was raspy, yet sexy.
She smirked too. "Don't like pookie huh?"
"If I ever catch you calling me pookie in public…"
"Fine. Nixing pookie."
"Pookie is way worse than boo." He made a disgusted face.
Rory smiled. "I knew you liked boo."
Jess laughed. "I don't like boo either Rory."
"Awe, my baby-boo." She coerced and kissed him on the nose. "So hey, what are you doing out here?"
"Just… needed some quiet time."
"Is something the matter?" Concern washed over her face.
"No." He said reassuringly.
"Are you sure? You know you can come to me, whatever time it is." She said seriously.
"Whatever time huh?"
"Whatever time." She confirmed.
"I'll be sure to remember that." He smirked, with a sly glint in his eyes.
A couple of passionate good morning kisses soon followed.
Rory opened her eyes in the midst of one of them. Jess' eyes were closed, but she could tell that he was enjoying it just as much as she was. She loved hearing the soft moans that she caused him to make.
Behind him the sun was quickly rising, and it was certainly a must-see. She broke the kiss, leaving him out of breath. She pulled him behind her as she leaned against the wooden railing.
"It's beautiful. I've forgotten how beautiful the sunrise was at this very spot. My mom loved watching it. She would carry me out here, I was half asleep of course and most of the time I'd miss it rise. But when I did catch it, I remembered it being this amazing."
He swept her hair away from her neck and gave it a kiss. He too watched the sun rise.
She had to ask. She hated feeling intimidated by the simple question. "So, have you decided?"
"On what?"
"On whether or not you're going to go to Sookie's wedding today. You've been skirting the issue for a month now and I think it's only fair that you give me an answer… the wedding is today Jess."
"That's today?" Jess pretended he didn't remember. Jess sighed. "Rory…" She didn't see the slightly irritated look that now erased the former content one. He had already decided not to go from the moment she first asked him. He told her he'd think about it even though he'd already made his decision. He didn't quite understand why he held off for so long. Normally he would have said no when she initially asked and that would've been the end of it, but he kept telling her that he hadn't made up his mind.
She looked down at the water. That didn't sound too positive.
"I would really like it if you came." She said quietly and then turned around to see his reaction.
He couldn't look at her.
"I'm not too keen on seeing Jackson walk down the aisle in a skirt."
"But that's the main event my friend. You wouldn't want to miss out."
"I think I'll get over it. Besides, from what I've heard, it would definitely be worth missing."
Rory was disappointed to say the least.
"You'll come to the reception?" She attempted to ask.
He didn't miss the hopeful look on her face. He honestly didn't want anything to do with the wedding.
"Rory . . ." Maybe he was exhausted from having not slept the proper amount of hours one should sleep because his voice had a slight warning tone when he had said her name.
"Okay." She said rather abruptly, and it took him by surprise. She was pissed and she certainly didn't want to get into it with him this early in the morning. She started to walk away. "I have to go… help with the setting up and stuff."
"Rory… " It sounded much softer this time. He wasn't a morning person. God why couldn't he just say he'd go? Would it be so awful? He couldn't help being a dick sometimes. "Don't be mad." He urged her.
"I'm not mad, it's just…" She was mad, she wanted to let him know that too, but she chose not to. Instead, she looked down at her watch. "It's almost six and everyone will be here soon so… I should go."
"I'll see you later?"
"Um yeah. Sure. Later."
He ran his hand through his thick, untamed hair, something he often did when he felt like he screwed up. He watched her walk away. She was walking her angry walk. Jess shook his head. He was going to have to go to the goddamn wedding.
`**~// Independence Inn – Sookie's Wedding - Afternoon \\~**'
Jess went all out for his girlfriend. He rummaged through his clothes, even Luke's clothes, and he couldn't find one solitary thing fitting enough for him to wear at the wedding. So he actually bought a pair of nice slacks, a crisp blue collared long sleeve shirt, and a tie. He definitely went all out for his girlfriend. Luke would never let him live it down. He could just hear the cracks his uncle would make if and when he saw him.
He kept his distance before the wedding started and stood next to the big Weeping Willow tree by the lake. He wasn't hiding. Nah, he wasn't hiding at all.
Lane and Sydney walked the path that led down to the lake.
"Hey, isn't that Jess over there?" Sydney asked, stopping Lane in mid stride.
"Where?"
"Over there… hiding behind that big tree." She pointed.
"Oh my God it is." Lane giggled. She saw the tie. "Wow, he's all spiffified."
"He looks good."
"Yeah, he does look good. I thought I'd never see the day where Jess wore a tie. Pictures should be taken."
"Didn't Rory say he wasn't coming?" Sydney inquired.
"I guess he changed his mind." She looped her arm through Sydney's. "Let's go say hello," she said wickedly.
He heard some voices coming from behind him. 'Ah Christ.' He blew out a breath. He saw the two headed his way.
"Hey there Jess." Lane said as if she caught him.
"Lane."
She had never seen him this uneasy. He was actually fidgeting.
"You wash up pretty nice Jess." Lane's grin was frightening him.
"Thanks." He made no attempt to smile back. He remembered his gentlemanly manners though. "You two-" He gestured to them, stumbling a bit with his words, but soon regained his normal composure, "-look nice too."
"So what are you doing hiding over here?" Sydney half joked.
Caught. "I wasn't hiding." Jess told them, faking complete innocence.
The two girls smiled at him. A pink tint colored his cheeks.
"Rory told us you weren't coming." Lane said.
"Yeah well, I changed my mind." What he wouldn't do to be alone right now. "So is Rory busy doing wedding things? I haven't seen her."
"No, she's showing Tristan around the Inn grounds. He hasn't seen how beautiful it is back here." Lane informed.
Jess could just feel the sting of the jealousy stick nip away at his heart. "Oh yeah. Didn't know he was coming." He managed to say quite easily.
"What can I say, he's grown on us Star's Hollow folk." Lane said.
"Hey, you wanna come with? We're trying to find them. The wedding is about to start soon." Sydney offered.
"Nah, I think I'll just hang around here."
A couple minutes later Jess spotted Rory and Tristan standing only a couple feet away from him, definitely within hearing range.
"So where's the boyfriend?" Tristan asked.
"Oh. He's not coming."
"Working an extra shift at Walmart again?"
Rory rolled her eyes at him. "No."
"Working at the diner?"
"No."
"So he's not here with you because . . ." He left it open for her to fill in the blanks.
Tristan saw the troubled look on her face. Jess didn't miss it either and felt something tug at his insides.
Rory pushed a smile through. "It's just not his thing. Jess hates going to these types of gatherings." She said looking away, securing the hair the wind blew in her face behind her ears.
Tristan scoffed, casually stuffing one of his hands in his pant pockets. "It's not his thing Rory? He should be here-" He paused. "he should be here because you asked him to be here." He couldn't believe the little prick. 'It wasn't his thing.' That was a load of shit.
God, he really did sound like a dick, Jess berated himself.
Rory shrugged, still looking away.
"I don't know what you see in him Rory." Tristan regretted the words before they even left his mouth. It wasn't his place to say and he knew that but what the hell did she see in him anyway. And that's when she looked at him. She didn't even have to utter a word. He saw it in her eyes. Jess must have something that only Rory could see, he thought.
Rory smiled. Thinking about Jess… what he lacked in some areas he definitely made up in other areas of their relationship. Yeah it occasionally bothered her, but she got over it. It really wasn't that big of a deal… really it wasn't. It was what made Jess Jess. That was how he was. And she had to learn to love it too. She would learn to love it… at least accept it.
Jess had started to walk away. This was why people shouldn't eavesdrop. You're liable to hear something you shouldn't. He quietly walked away not wanting to hear what Rory had to say about him. She'd probably be at a loss for words.
Apparently he wasn't quiet enough. Rory heard him. She did a double-take. She was surprised to see him… and in dress slacks no less. She made a mental note on how good his ass looked in them.
"Jess?" She called out to him, but he didn't turn around. "Jess!" She said louder, maybe he didn't hear her because he still kept walking. "I'll be right back." She said to Tristan as she sprinted towards Jess.
"Hey." She was soon instep beside him. "Didn't you hear me?"
He stopped walking. "No, I didn't." He lied.
"So you came." She smiled, taking in the way he didn't conform to the long sleeved collared shirt. He had folded the sleeves up to his elbows like he always did with his other shirts, but it was neatly done this time. And the tie. Oh God was he ever sexy in a tie!
"Yeah, well… " He faked a smile.
"I'm glad you came." See, this was why Jess was so wonderful. He came, despite how he felt about going to these types of things.
It really wasn't that bad. Dressing up… for Rory of course, and going to the functions she wanted to go to. He wouldn't mind so much anymore if he could see her that happy.
He thankfully had a close up of her in her dress. She looked quite ravishing one might add.
"You look nice." For some odd reason he felt a little shy.
"You don't look so bad yourself." Rory ran her hand down the full length of his tie. She was very pleased. He came. He came for her.
Her lips looked as though they were begging to be kissed. He knew his own were. He brought his hand to the side of her cheek, enjoying the sensation that coursed through his body as he touched her soft skin. He delicately stroked her bottom lip with the tip of his finger before fully capturing it with his lips. Lately their kisses had been so unbelievably passionate – they felt the tingles in their lips every time they touched and they were pretty much always breathless.
He continued to kiss her, alternating between her top and bottom lip. She mirrored his movements until he changed it up by lightly sucking on her bottom lip when she went for air. She was unbelievably hot . . . and bothered. Jess could be so sensual with her in the gentlest of ways, making her want more. Whatever more was . . . If he only knew how turned on she was at that very moment. He had a knack for stirring up the every sexual sense in her body . . . it was exhilarating.
"H-I lo-h-ove you." Jess breathed ever-so-softly through the kiss. It came out so effortlessly and it felt so good to let her know.
Rory was stunned. For a split second, she was frozen in the kiss, and she swore she felt her heart flutter. She pulled away a little, their lips still radiating heat towards the other. "I'm sorry, what was that?" She whispered. Her eyes were dreamy, not fully believing the reality of his words.
He smiled a genuine smile. "You heard me." He whispered back and continued to make love to her mouth.
Those three little words he had just uttered finally sunk in. She grinned against his lips and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him as tight as she could.
"Mmm- Rory… circulation… cutting off." He struggled to say against her lips.
She couldn't contain her smile. She loosed up a little, not much, just a little. "Thank you." Rory whispered into his mouth.
Yep, this was why Jess was so wonderful.
He was a little confused by her response. "Is that your bizarre-o way of… telling me you lo-"
"I love you too Jess." She said confidently and smushed her lips awkwardly to his, their smile equally big to that of the other. "You know," she started to say, "I think I only love you because you look pretty damn sexy in that tie." She said looking seductively at his tie.
"Huh." He smiled devilishly. "You know… we could get out of here and go someplace… and you can get naked and… I can get naked, except for the tie of course-" He said only half joking. "and-"
"Jess!" She couldn't believe those dirty thoughts left his mouth. She countered his devilish grin. "Let's go." She grabbed on to his wrist, sliding her hand down to his and intertwined their fingers. She tugged on him to start walking with her.
Jess was shocked and suddenly his pants felt a little tight. He saw a flash of Rory… in all her naked glory.
"I have to get back to the wedding." Boy did she ever stomp over that dream.
Jess shook his head. "You're an evil, evil woman." His body begged for a nice icy shower.
Having watched the whole thing unfold, yet hearing only snippets, Tristan assumed all's well for Rory Gilmore.
`**~// Luke's Diner – Upstairs \\~**'
Lorelai burst through Luke's apartment door.
"Luke!" She frantically looked around. "Luke!"
Luke rushed out of the bathroom in the midst of tying his tie. "What, what's wrong?!"
"Oh…, oh wow, ha… uh wow."
Lorelai's mouth went dry at the sight of him.
Luke began to blush. "Lorelai?"
"Oh right, uh… we have a problem!" She forced herself to concentrate on the matter at hand.
"What, what is it?" He wished she would spit it out already.
"It's the groom… "
"What about Jackson?"
"He apparently disappeared."
"What?"
"I've looked everywhere Luke, I can't find him anywhere."
"Have you told Sookie?" With that Lorelai looked at him as though he had grown another head.
"Right uh-"
Knock. Knock. Knock. They both watched the door open to reveal Jackson.
"Jackson! Oh thank God!" Lorelai completely relieved, ran up to him and hugged him tightly. When she pulled away she began to shake him furiously. "Where have you been!?" She looked down and saw the kilt he was wearing. She had to bite her tongue to refrain from laughing. "You look very . . . pretty."
"Oh shut up Lorelai!" Jackson whined.
"What? You do. Doesn't he look pretty Luke?" Lorelai wanted Luke to join in on the mocking.
Luke was already laughing. "Nice legs. The skirt doesn't cut you funny at all."
"It's not a skirt! It's a kilt." Jackson corrected.
"Hey, they all look the same to me."
Lorelai realized something. "Oh my God…," she said pointing to Jackson's legs while covering her mouth, "You shaved your legs!"
Jackson cringed, rubbing his temples. "Oh God," then, "YES, YES! I shaved my legs are you happy now!" Jackson whined loudly.
"You have very shapely calves Jackson."
"Would you quit staring at my legs?!" He yelled at Lorelai.
"I'm sorry. I just never get to see your legs. I don't see why Sookie won't allow you to wear shorts."
Jackson glared at her, willing her to stop.
"Okay, okay. What's the problem Jackson? Why aren't you out there waiting for your gorgeous wife-to-be to walk down the aisle?"
Jackson didn't answer.
"Please don't tell me you have
cold feet." Lorelai begged.
Jackson didn't answer again.
"Ah Jackson you can't do this to her!"
"I'm not! I just need a minute."
"You don't have a minute. In about five minutes she'll be walking down the aisle only to see that you aren't standing there. She'll be crushed. She'll go in panic mode. You don't want that."
Lorelai desperately looked to Luke for some help.
"Uh, Lorelai why don't you go back and stall Sookie. Make sure she doesn't suspect anything." He said as he ushered her out of the apartment. He shut the door behind them. "Don't worry I'll handle it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, go."
"Thank you." She sighed in relief. She started to walk down the stairs to the diner. "Oh by the way Luke, you look pretty too."
"Bye Lorelai." He waved her off. He didn't take complements too good.
"Very GQ Luke." She managed to get out before he shut the door.
`**~// Independence Inn – Sookie's Wedding \\~**'
Dave loved watching her from afar. Lane had been standing next to Morey who had been playing some jazzy piano tunes for the past twenty minutes. He studied her, the way she gently beat her drumsticks against the piano, the cool way she bobbed her head, all in accordance with Morey's playing.
She was smiling.
She had the most contagious smile. Seeing it never failed to put a smile on his own face.
Lane was a caged beauty, one that begged to be free. She loathed having to live a double life, but there wasn't any other choice. She was very respectful of her parent's wishes, which meant she shouldn't be dating David, so her choice to hide it for now didn't hurt anyone… except her.
She would be sprightly one minute but yet so reserved the next, particularly around her mother. In her mother's eyes she was an obedient daughter. She wanted to be obedient, so she played that role for her parents. But she wanted to be happy too. And if living a double life was what it took for her to be happy, then so be it.
He knew it must've hard having to lie to her parents. He could only imagine the stuff she had to go through. But a girl like Lane shouldn't be confined. She was so full of life. The one thing that caught him was her passion for music, such fervor. And he thought he loved music. Ha! She had surpassed him a million times over! For god sakes, the girl was a music historian. He had never met someone so captivated by everything music and he whole-heartedly adored that about her.
He kept a watchful eye of his surroundings, making sure a certain mother wasn't close by. Over the past couple weeks, he had adapted well to his clandestine relationship with Lane. He had to admit it was a bit fun at times.
He casually strolled across the green lawn towards the piano. He came up to her from behind and cupped her elbow with one of his hands. He lowered his head to hers.
"Hey. Come walk with me." He said softly into her ear.
On instinct she searched for any sign of her mother. She was nowhere in sight. Lane nodded.
They walked inside the Independence Inn and lingered in a small corner of the lobby. There were many guests mingling around them and they were sure they would be hidden.
"I missed you." Dave told her. She saw the sincerity of those three words in his eyes. Oh how she wanted to just grab him and squeeze him as tight as she could. "I haven't talked to you for four days." He continued.
"Yeah I know… I think my mother's suspicious." She said quietly. Her hand somehow found its way to his arm. She needed to feel him. She needed to feel his arms around her… but this was neither the time nor place.
Dave looked at her thoughtfully. She looked a little worried. "What? How? We've been so careful." He recited the lines that a guy would normally say when his girlfriend said she was pregnant. 'That would definitely be far worse than this', he thought to himself.
"I'm not one hundred percent positive, but after I hung up with you that one night I snuck that call, I went downstairs to put the cordless back and when I opened my bedroom door, she was standing there. I think she was listening. And what really worried me was that fact that she didn't say anything to me. She didn't even look at me. She just walked back to her bedroom. She didn't even yell at me for being on the phone so late, which is really really odd, 'cause normally she would've punished me and she didn't Dave. I think she knows. What am I gonna do?"
"Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she finally came to her senses and realized that she can't keep restricting late night phone calls." Dave said, not truly believing in what he said.
"I highly doubt that." Lane frowned.
"We weren't really talking about anything that you and Rory wouldn't normally talk about over the phone. You could just say you were talking to her if she asks. You could tell her she had something urgent to tell you and it couldn't wait till the next day." Dave was getting pretty good at this.
"But Dave… do you remember what we said before we hung up?"
He did remember. They played that cheesy act where they would go back and forth on who missed who more.
"Oh." Dave sighed, but then smiled at the memory. "Well, let's not assume anything for now. We could be blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Just wait until she says something about it. And if she doesn't then we assume she was sleep-walking." Dave gave her a comforting smile.
Lane nodded her head hopeful and waved her finger at him. "Ya know, that doesn't sound so farfetched." She joked.
They both smiled.
"Lane!" Mrs. Kim yelled causing everyone to turn heads.
"Mama." Lane suddenly grew afraid.
"Who is this boy?" She asked.
"Oh… uh this is Dave… I was just asking him about the Christian combo he's in. Sookie hired them to play today. . . they're going to play the wedding march mama." She replied nervously, although deep down, she congratulated herself on the bit about Dave being in a Christian combo.
"Oh. Christian combo?" Mrs. Kim seemed mildly interested.
"Uh yeah, we… I play with two other boys." He looked around nervously for them. "We uh… play Christian music." Dave struggled to say as he tried to play along with Lane's fib.
"Oh you do." She looked at him skeptically. "Do you have a card?"
Dave gave Lane a confused look. "Uh a card?"
"Yes a card. You do parties I see."
"Yes, we do-", Dave started to say.
"You should have a card then. I'd like a card. I'd like to hire you for my niece's wedding."
"Oh… okay." Dave shared a look with Lane. "I'll be sure to get you that card."
"Thank you. Let's go Lane, before all the good seats are taken." Lane's mom started to walk off and Lane quickly followed, but not before weakly waving bye to Dave.
A/N: Review . . . for me . . . please . . . I'd love it if you would!