Chapter one
hundred and forty six:
Jenna walked
until she reached the nearest town, and found a small park. Thankful it was
deserted; she picked the center swing and sat down.
She removed her
cell from her pocket and glanced at the screen.
Luke’s number was
listed four times.
Jen sighed
heavily. She didn’t particularly want to talk to either.
They were
leaving the next day for the first stop on the tour,
Jenna sighed and
pushed the sing back and forth with her feet, boredly.
“Hey, there you
are.” A voice interrupted her thoughts. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Jen looked up to
see
”Becky said you had gone for a walk, and this is really the only place for
miles.”
Jen forced a
small smile. “Thank you,
“And you’re
right, maybe I am a little self-centered sometimes, but I only wanted to help
you. You’re my friend, I want to help.”
“I know. I
snapped at you. I’m just… not in a happy place right now, I guess.”
“Why? Talk to
me.” He urged.
“It’s nothing, it’s just this thing with Luke… I don’t know.”
“Jen, he is
crazy about you. I saw that big thing of flowers on the kitchen table. You
don’t do that if the person you’re buying flowers for doesn’t mean something…”
“I know that. I
just need some time.”
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
“You know,”
“You don’t have
to be. Everything is fine.” She insisted.
”Okay, I believe you… You’d tell me if it wasn’t, right?”
Jen nodded.
“Good. And this
time I won’t tell Luke, I swear.”
Jenna smiled at
that.
“Come on, why
don’t you and I hang out today? Feel like going to the mall?”
“Okay.”
“Come on, let’s
go then.”
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Christy was
flipping through a binder she had gotten from a local cake shop for possible
ideas for the wedding cake. It was the last detail that they needed to look
into, and Christy wanted to get it over and done with.
Isaac opened the
door to the apartment and dropped his keys on the table in the hall. “Christy?”
He called.
“In here, baby.”
Christy answered, but stood up anyway and walked into the hallway.
“I got you a
coffee, C.” He smiled and passed her a tray of two coffees and a brown paper
bag in between.
“What’s this?”
She asked, touching the bag with a smile.
“Nothing, I got
you a present.” He grinned and kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around
her.
She smiled and
peeked inside the bag. “Wow, coffee and a cookie?”
“Yeah, nothing
is too good for my fiancé.”
Christy laughed,
and took the tray into the kitchen, where she set it on the counter. She
removed his coffee and handed it to him.
“So have you
finished packing?” Isaac asked, eying the pile of
magazine clippings, binders and a notebook scattered across the kitchen table.
”Yeah, I just have to figure out how to cram it all into one suitcase.”
“There’s room in
mine, if you need it.” He offered, taking the coffee and sitting at the table.
“Yeah? And what if we get stopped at customs? How will you explain all those extra bra’s and panties?” She
teased, sliding into his lap with her own coffee.
“I’ll just say
that they’ belong to my incredibly hot wife-to-be.” He teased. “What are you
doing here?”
“Looking
at wedding cakes. I
need your help.”
“Alright…” He
pulled the binder closer so he could see it, and held her tighter in his lap.
“We need to feed
300 guests, so we should keep that in mind.”
“What about an
orange cake?”
“Orange? Why?”
“Well, you know,
Hanson orange. And we could have the symbol done in the middle, like the
‘Middle of Nowhere’ CD.”
“What a cute
idea,” Christy teased. “Why don’t we just scrap all of our wedding plans, and
instead of a dress, I’ll wear a Hanson t-shirt, and you can wear your outfit
from the ‘Mmmbop’ video and-“
“I hope you’re
kidding.” He chuckled.
“Of course,
baby.” She laughed. “But it is a cute idea.”
“Yeah,
maybe if two fans were getting married.” He laughed and kissed her shoulder.
Christy flipped
the page in the binder from the bakery. “What about this cake?”
“Hmm… it’s a
little… tacky, don’t you think? Too flowery?”
She smiled. “I
love you.”
He laughed. “I
love you more.”
“Oh, shut up and
pick a cake.” She teased.
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