Chapter one
hundred and twenty-nine:
Christy, Jenna
and Becky were sitting together at a table in a restaurant, all looking through
bridal magazines.
Jenna sighed boredly and closed her magazine. She had ordered a salad but
wasn’t looking forward to it’s arrival.
She really
wasn’t hungry, but felt compelled to eat, since everyone seemed to be anxiously
awaiting her to do so.
She looked
across to Jimmy the body guard and sighed heavily.
Even he seemed to be waiting for her to slip
up so he could lecture her.
“You know, maybe
a light pink dress would be pretty.” Becky suggested. “Something strapless like
you said…”
“Actually, I
think that would totally work with the red roses that Isaac and I chose…”
“What about his
tux? Have you chosen that yet?”
“No… We’ve
picked out a few, but we’ve been more concerned with other things, you know?
Jenna sighed
heavily. She was already getting sick of listening to wedding details.
She missed Luke.
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He found the
clean up after months of creativity soothing, and a wonderful and relaxing way
to cap off the studio session.
Packing up after
being in the studio was always an interesting process.
Sometimes he
found change he or Isaac had left laying around, and once he found a half eaten
bucket of Chinese food that Zac had left in the mini fridge.
He enjoyed
finding old song lyrics and revisiting the moment in his head.
But above all,
this process gave him something to do.
It kept his mind
away from Jen and his feelings for her, which never seemed to subside.
But now he had
something new to worry about. He knew she wasn’t eating properly.
He could tell
she was wasting away in front of everyone’s eyes.
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Isaac sighed in
frustration after loosing another game of video boxing to Zac.
It was
particularly frustrating loosing to your younger brother repeatedly.
He reached for
his beer and drained the rest of the bottle.
He didn’t drink
often, just casually, and lazing around the house while Christy was out seemed
like an opportunity to sit back; put his feet up and open a beer.
He also used the
excuse of going to the kitchen for a second beer to call Christy.
He had to admit
he was worried about her and the other girls, even if they were with Jimmy.
He worried that
something might happen to them, and he especially wondered if Christy was
telling the truth about how she was feeling physically.
Isaac suspected
she was probably terribly upset about the whole ordeal, and was probably still
feeling unlike her usual self, but he also knew she wouldn’t admit to it.
The last thing Christy wanted to do was worry Isaac, and he understood that.
But he couldn’t help worry about the woman he loved.
He stood up from
the sofa and made his mind up to call her again,
simply to be sure everything was okay.