Chapter one
hundred and twenty eight:
Jenna stood on
the small stage in the bridal shop wearing a light blue dress.
Impatiently, she planted her hands on her hips and tapped her bare foot.
In front of her,
Christy and Becky stood examining the dress.
Both stood silently, wearing identical expressions of contemplation.
Jenna dropped
her arms to her sides and balled her hands into fists.
“Come on you
guys, this dress is hideous, and you know it!” She exclaimed in exasperation.
“Actually, it
isn’t really that bad.” Becky tried “It’s a pretty color.”
Christy tilted
her head to the side. “Really? I think the color is
hideous… but I like the cute little embroidery at the bottom hem… and I like
the spaghetti strap…” She paused. “Maybe we should go with a strapless.”
“I like that
idea,” Becky nodded.
Jenna rolled her
eyes. “Do you know what I think? I think the bridesmaids should wear pants!”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
Becky stifled a
laugh.
“And that’s
exactly why you’re modeling today and not giving commentary!” Christy snapped.
“So shut up and stand still!”
“Hey
girls.” Came a familiar voice from behind them.
Becky and
Christy both turned to face Taylor, who was carrying a tray of coffees.
He handed one to
the body guard who was boredly slouched in a chair reading the only remotely
masculine magazine in the building: a National Geographic.
“Isaac sent
these over.”
“What a
sweetie.” Christy smiled broadly.
Jen politely
flipped him off, causing him to laugh outloud.
“At least she’s
in a dress.” Christy observed.
“I wear
dresses!” Jenna protested. “I wore one the other day!”
“That was a Muu-muu!” Christy rolled her eyes.
“And you wore
jeans underneath.” Becky continued.
“Fine,” Jenna
held up her hands defensively. “But I still maintain that this dress is
hideous!”
“Hey, shut up
scarf-boy, you’re one small step away from wearing this dress yourself!” Jenna
stormed off the stage and into the dressing room.
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Isaac helped
himself to a beer from the fridge and walked back into the living room where
Zac was still playing video games.
While waiting
for his turn, Isaac had gotten his acoustic guitar out and was working on some
of the melodies he had written a while ago.
“Hey, Ike… can I
ask you something?”
Isaac looked up
from his guitar to see that Zac had paused the game,
but was still looking at the television screen.
“Yeah,
sure. What’s up?”
“Nothing really…
I just have a kind of relationship… type question.”
“Yeah? I’ll try to help…”
“Well, I’m
thinking that Becky and I might…you know. I mean, we know we love each other…”
“Uhh… Zac, you might want to spell it out for me. What are
you talking about?”
Zac sighed
heavily. “You know… sex.”
“You and Becky
are having sex?”
“No… we’re… I
mean, we’ve done some stuff…kissing and making out, and she sleeps in my bed,
and I love waking up next to her. I mean, we’re 18, were adults… and I love
her.”
“You know it’s a
huge step? Does Becky feel the same way?”
“I don’t know…
we haven’t really talked about it. I mean, when it happens it happens, right?”
“Well,
sometimes, but it can be so much more complicated than that.”
”Yeah, I know that, we would be... careful of course. And we aren’t going to
rush into it… I’ve just been thinking about it a lot.”
Isaac laughed. “Yeah? Maybe you should talk to
“Yeah, but it’s
different. I love Becky, it wouldn’t be a meaningless
one night stand…”
“That’s true.”
“When did you
and Christy decide to do it?”
“Decide?” Isaac
chuckled. “It just happened. She wanted to do it right away, but I held off,
then the next thing I know, the more time I spent with her, the more I fell in
love with her…”
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