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(other) bridezilla sister flitting through your room, throwing up the blinds, and chattering, “Come on, come on! These place cards aren’t going to assemble themselves!”
It also shouldn’t surprise you to hear that Paris has made herself scarce for the day. She tried to corral me into coming dress shopping with her, but Dad put his foot down and insisted that I was needed here, and that I had to honor my prior commitments. I think he’s trying to teach her a lesson, but he really should know by now that that’s not going to work.
You know what would be awesome? If one day he would put his foot down and say, “Actually, Jack doesn’t have to do any wedding stuff today. Today Jack can go lie around in the sun beside the pool instead.”
I am faced with an enormous dilemma when Vicky wakes me at seven thirty. Should I get up, shower, eat a healthy breakfast, and make myself all pretty for when Carolina and Leo gethere? Or should I sleep an extra fifteen minutes, roll out of bed, grab a banana, and do the favors in my pajamas?
Given the conclusion I came to last night, it’s not that difficult to convince myself to take the extra fifteen minutes of sleep. After all, I am supposed to be driving Leo away, not trying to entice him. Also? Sleeping = awesome.
The doorbell wakes me half an hour later. I bury my head under the pillows. Maybe no one will notice if I don’t come out.
Knock knock .
“Go away, Victoria,” I mumble.
“But the favors!” says a mock high voice. “The place cards! They neeeed you!”
I sit upright so fast my head spins. Leo is standing in the doorway of my bedroom. He is STANDING IN MY ROOM. There are literally clothes and papers and books covering every inch of floor space between me and him. I can actually see a bra from here, tossed elegantly across a chair. Not to mention I am still in bed . In my pajamas, in bed, with my hair all crumpledup around my face instead of pulled back in a neat low ponytail the way I usually wear it. IN BED.
Well. If I was worried about driving him away…this ought to do it.
“Ow,” I mumble, clutching my head. “What are you doing here?”
“Victoria sent me to wake you,” he says. I’m pretty sure he’s trying not to laugh. He’s leaning against the doorframe with a rakish grin on his face. I’ve changed my mind; he doesn’t look like Clive Owen. He looks like that guy Jim from The Office , but a little more model-y and with a better wardrobe. I love that guy. Not that I love Leo…it’s just an observation.
“Look, I know Carolina is practically a part of the family by now,” I say, “but strange boys, even ones related to her, are not allowed in my room. I can’t believe my dad didn’t stop you.”
“He’s a little preoccupied,” Leo says. “There’s some kind of origami paper catastrophe. I think your mom is sending him out to get more.” He gingerly picks his way across the room, puttinghis toes down in the few bare pockets of space on the carpet. Much to my horror, he sits down on the bed, facing me.
Now he is really close to me. And as I may have mentioned, I’m wearing my pajamas. We’re talking an old T-shirt with large holes in it and a pair of soft black pants. I suppose I should count myself lucky that I’m wearing pants at all. Plus we are on a bed, and he smells like mist and rain forests, and I kind of badly want to grab him and kiss him. Which, of course, is a complete violation of all the decisions I made and rules I set for myself last night. Do not lean toward him, Jack, I admonish myself. Stop staring at his lips. Ack! You’re having a meaningful silence! He’s staring into your eyes! Break the moment! Break it NOW!
“It’s too early for this,” I manage to stammer. I plop my head back on the pillow, where it is farther away from the temptation of his lips.
“And you are way too chipper, Leo. Don’t you need nine hours of sleep too? What is wrong with you?”
“To be fair, I am getting
It also shouldn’t surprise you to hear that Paris has made herself scarce for the day. She tried to corral me into coming dress shopping with her, but Dad put his foot down and insisted that I was needed here, and that I had to honor my prior commitments. I think he’s trying to teach her a lesson, but he really should know by now that that’s not going to work.
You know what would be awesome? If one day he would put his foot down and say, “Actually, Jack doesn’t have to do any wedding stuff today. Today Jack can go lie around in the sun beside the pool instead.”
I am faced with an enormous dilemma when Vicky wakes me at seven thirty. Should I get up, shower, eat a healthy breakfast, and make myself all pretty for when Carolina and Leo gethere? Or should I sleep an extra fifteen minutes, roll out of bed, grab a banana, and do the favors in my pajamas?
Given the conclusion I came to last night, it’s not that difficult to convince myself to take the extra fifteen minutes of sleep. After all, I am supposed to be driving Leo away, not trying to entice him. Also? Sleeping = awesome.
The doorbell wakes me half an hour later. I bury my head under the pillows. Maybe no one will notice if I don’t come out.
Knock knock .
“Go away, Victoria,” I mumble.
“But the favors!” says a mock high voice. “The place cards! They neeeed you!”
I sit upright so fast my head spins. Leo is standing in the doorway of my bedroom. He is STANDING IN MY ROOM. There are literally clothes and papers and books covering every inch of floor space between me and him. I can actually see a bra from here, tossed elegantly across a chair. Not to mention I am still in bed . In my pajamas, in bed, with my hair all crumpledup around my face instead of pulled back in a neat low ponytail the way I usually wear it. IN BED.
Well. If I was worried about driving him away…this ought to do it.
“Ow,” I mumble, clutching my head. “What are you doing here?”
“Victoria sent me to wake you,” he says. I’m pretty sure he’s trying not to laugh. He’s leaning against the doorframe with a rakish grin on his face. I’ve changed my mind; he doesn’t look like Clive Owen. He looks like that guy Jim from The Office , but a little more model-y and with a better wardrobe. I love that guy. Not that I love Leo…it’s just an observation.
“Look, I know Carolina is practically a part of the family by now,” I say, “but strange boys, even ones related to her, are not allowed in my room. I can’t believe my dad didn’t stop you.”
“He’s a little preoccupied,” Leo says. “There’s some kind of origami paper catastrophe. I think your mom is sending him out to get more.” He gingerly picks his way across the room, puttinghis toes down in the few bare pockets of space on the carpet. Much to my horror, he sits down on the bed, facing me.
Now he is really close to me. And as I may have mentioned, I’m wearing my pajamas. We’re talking an old T-shirt with large holes in it and a pair of soft black pants. I suppose I should count myself lucky that I’m wearing pants at all. Plus we are on a bed, and he smells like mist and rain forests, and I kind of badly want to grab him and kiss him. Which, of course, is a complete violation of all the decisions I made and rules I set for myself last night. Do not lean toward him, Jack, I admonish myself. Stop staring at his lips. Ack! You’re having a meaningful silence! He’s staring into your eyes! Break the moment! Break it NOW!
“It’s too early for this,” I manage to stammer. I plop my head back on the pillow, where it is farther away from the temptation of his lips.
“And you are way too chipper, Leo. Don’t you need nine hours of sleep too? What is wrong with you?”
“To be fair, I am getting
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