Chapter
ninety-two:
Zac flopped down
on the sofa in the middle of the studio.
It was another
long day of listening for mistakes in the album, even though they were just
this last step away from sending the album out to the printers.
They had been in
the middle of a song when Isaac clicked it off, and asked for a moment to
discuss something.
Zac secretly
hoped it wasn’t to discuss something about the album. He didn’t want to have to
re-record something.
He wanted the album to be done well, but he wanted it done.
He wanted to get it out to the fans and get out and tour again before the band
was forgotten entirely.
Isaac sat back
down in his swivel chair and
“What is it?”
Isaac cleared
his throat. “”Uh, listen, guys. Christy and I have
been talking a lot about the wedding, and we have decided on a rough date, and
a few ideas and stuff, and I thought I should ask… umm… will you guys be my
best men? I mean, I want both of you to be my best men. And
Luke too. We’ve all grown up together, and I thought it would be better
to have three best men instead of fighting over who was a best man and who was
simply a groomsman. Christy and I talked about it, and she plans to do the
same; have both Jenna and Becky be bridesmaids…”
“That’s
awesome.” Zac complimented. “Can I ask one thing though? Can I plan the
bachelor party? We could go to the arcade…”
“You can’t have
a bachelor party at an arcade, ass.”
“No stripper. No
bachelor party.” Isaac held up his hands defensively. “We haven’t talked about
that yet… and if I were to have a bachelor party, it would be something low
key. Just a couple of guys and some beers.”
“And
a stripper.”
“No stripper!”
Isaac rolled his eyes.
”Aww, come on!”
“Why
would I want to see that when I get to spend the rest of my life seeing that? I have Christy, she’s beautiful and
she’s everything I could ever want.”
“I agree. Do you
think we could get her to strip at your bachelor party?”
“For Christ sakes!” Isaac threw his notebook across
the room.
Zac laughed.
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Becky and
Christy were lounging on the back deck tanning, while flipping through bridal
magazines.
“So you’re still
not telling your parents?” Becky questioned.
“No. They’re the
last people I want at my wedding.” Christy sighed. “Ike really wants me to tell
them, and ask them to come, but I don’t want them to ruin it.”
“You could still
tell them, and just ask them to behave… Come on, you don’t want your father to
walk you down the aisle and give you away?”
“Honey, this is
my dad. He’d be half in the bag by that point and I’d have to bloody-well drag
him down the aisle.”
Becky laughed. “You
could have a dry wedding.”
“I’d rather not
invite them… I know it means a lot to Isaac, but he just doesn’t understand. He’s
never met them, and he just doesn’t understand that they’re terrible people.”
“So then take
him to meet your parents. Maybe if he sees for himself he’ll change his mind.”
“And what if he
doesn’t?”
“Well… at least
he’ll know what to expect.”
Christy laughed.
“Yeah, and he’ll break up with me on the spot.”
”You don’t think it’s time he meets your parents?” Becky asked.
“No. Not with my
parents. It would be a disaster.”
“Jimmy? What do
you think?” Becky asked.
He had been
sitting next to them under the umbrella over the patio table. He looked up from
the newspaper with a sigh. “Well, if I were in a relationship with someone who
didn’t want me to meet their parents, I would probably be suspicious. I mean,
they can’t be that bad and if they are, I think I’d like to know what I would
be getting myself into.”
“See?” Becky
gloated.
“Then again, if
they’re as bad as you’ve described, I might definitely be discouraged to meet
the girl’s parents, or even be discouraged to be with her, period.”
Christy sighed. “This
sucks. Why couldn’t I have been born into the Huxtables
or something?”
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