Chapter
ninety-four:
Christy had been
curled up in an arm chair in the bedroom she shared with Isaac. She had dragged
the chair across the room and pushed it up against the window, so she could
draw with the best natural light available.
She had been
attempting to draw a basket of flowers, but for some reason, the shading and
every single line she attempted to draw turned out wrong.
Isaac had come
home and after kissing her briefly insisted it had been a long day filled with
band practice and that he needed to shower immediately.
The shower had
stopped about ten minutes ago, and she could hear him whistling through the
open door.
Finally, Christy
sighed heavily. She unfolded herself from the chair and tossed her sketchbook
onto the bed.
She crossed the
bedroom and pushed open the door to the bathroom.
Isaac was
standing in the bathroom, with a towel knotted loosely around his hips. He was
standing at the sink with an electric shaver in his hand. He pressed the off
button when she entered the room, and leaned against the counter. She crossed
her arms across her chest.
“What’s the
matter, C? You look upset.”
“Promise me…”
She paused. “Promise me you’ll marry me no matter what?”
“Of
course, Christy.” He
smiled.
“Promise… baby,
I want to hear you say it. Please?”
“I promise.” He
wrapped his arms around her, and held up her left hand in his. “As long as
you’ll wear my ring on your finger, I’ll marry you. And I love you forever and
ever, okay? I promise I’ll marry you.”
“I’ve been
thinking… about the wedding…” She paused. “You said you wanted to meet my
parents… I’m willing to let you… if you promise that no matter how messed up
they are, no matter how weird or unusual they are, you’ll still marry me.”
He grinned. “Of
course I’ll still marry you. When would you like to leave, hmm? We’re supposed
to go to
She forced a
smile. “Alright. The sooner we can
get this over with, the better.”
“Does this mean
you’ve changed your mind about them coming to the wedding?”
“Not yet… I
haven’t seen them in years… I’ll keep my fingers crossed that they’ve changed.”
He seriously
doubted they would be as bad as she described, but wasn’t going to argue.
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Luke and Jenna
ran from the cab to the front porch, hand in hand.
It was pouring
down rain, harder than Jen had ever seen before. However, neither Luke nor Jen
allowed the weather to ruin their evening out.
Earlier, Jen had
called the house to let everyone know she and Luke had gone to a movie. As much
as she loved the high of rebellion, she didn’t want to get in trouble and have
the consequences ruin her time with Luke.
Both dripping
wet, they stood under the awning by the front door, savoring their last couple
of minutes alone before they walked into the house.
Luke laughed and
caught the raindrop which was sling down her nose. “We’re both going to get
sick.”
“So? I’ll just
stay in bed with you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Luke smiled. “Really? Than I hope we do get sick.” He wrapped his arms
around her waist.
“Me
too.” She laughed.
After a moment of silence he asked “Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.” She
found him adorable.
“You look really
sexy when you’re soaking wet.”
Jenna laughed
and released him, pushing her soaking wet hair back away from her face. “You’re
insane.” She reached for the doorknob.
“No, I mean it.”
He stopped her. “You’re really really pretty. I
probably don’t tell you that as much as I should.”
She looked up at
him, forgetting the fact that it was both late and pouring rain. “No one has
ever said that to me before, you know that? I’m usually described as too skinny
or…”
“Or?” He questioned.
“Too
bitchy.” Jen laughed.
“Well, that’s
kind of true.” He teased, tugging a wet lock of her hair to let her know he was
kidding.
She shoved him
playfully, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d kill you.”
Luke wrapped his
arms around her and kissed her lips, catching her completely off guard, once
again. Admittedly, he was having trouble keeping his hands off her. He was
afraid to let her go, even if she was simply standing next to her.
“I don’t think
you’re bitchy. I think you’re smart and determined and you voice your opinion.
And that’s what I like about you. You don’t take any crap from anyone. You’re
not one of those brain-dead sluts from high school. You’re you. And you’re
perfect.”
Jen looked up at
him in alarm. “You’re so sweet… I don’t deserve the nice things you say about
me…”
“Yes you do. I’m
crazy about you.” He pulled her closer.
“I’m crazy about
you too.” She admitted. She was suddenly feeling the cool night air, and she
had to struggle to keep her teeth from chattering.
“Come on, you’re
freezing. Let’s go inside and put dry clothes on.” Luke suggested.
Jenna nodded,
and unlocked the door, pushing it open.
“I do, however,
think you’re a bit too skinny.” He playfully swatted her butt as they made
their way towards the stairs.
“Hey!” She cried
in alarm and playfully pushed him back.
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