“Um, Jac, hate to point this out, but two days ago you told us you were hearing a voice in your head,” Sally told her.
Jacque looked thoughtful for a moment. “Point taken,” she agreed.
“Okay, well I don’t know quite how to explain it, but I feel like I belong with him, like I have always belonged with him. Now that I've been close to him it’s like a part of my soul was missing and now I have it back,” Jacque explained.
“That is so romantic,” Sally said dreamily.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Jen said. “Spend time with him, get to know him, and see if he feels the same way.”
Jacque and Sally looked at each other in shock. “Jen, did you just suggest something that didn’t involve wild making out, clothes coming off, and is comparable to the car scene in Titanic?” Sally asked incredulously.
“You didn’t let me finish. Then after you get to know one another, seal the deal with a steamy make out scene on the motorcycle, like in Top Gun. Ahhh, see? There is always a time and place for lip locking, hand roaming, and good ol' fashion clean, or if you’re lucky, not so clean fun,” Jen said with a wink.
“As always, Jen, you did not disappoint,” Jacque told her.
“I aim to please, my dear,” Jen replied, completely undaunted.
Jacque looked at her watch and realized it was twenty after. Okay, she told herself, have fun, don’t worry about all the other crap going on. Jacque took one more look in the mirror and caught a glimpse of her neck and shoulders.
“Oh shite, the markings are showing!” Jacque exclaimed.
“We know,” Sally said.
“Why didn’t you remind me?”
“Because they look as cool as Hades, that’s why,” Jen piped in.
“That statement doesn’t even make sense, Jen. Hell is not cool, geez…”
“Oh, my bad. They look as hot as Hades, that’s why,” Jen interrupted.
Jacque continued, “And what should I say to my mom? ‘Hey mom, going on my date, oh don’t worry about these handy dandy marks, ya know how it is with random, mysterious markings and what not, just popping up when you least expect it'.”
“No, we were going to tell her they were the stick-on ones and that Jen insisted you wear them,” Sally said.
“The idea that I be the one to blame was completely involuntary, I will have you know.” Jen frowned.
“Seeing how thick that one is I doubt she will swallow it, but he is gonna be here…” before Jacque could finish the doorbell rang.
“So I don’t have time to change,” she finished.
“Look, you’re going to be great. Just be yourself,” Sally told her in a motherly voice.
“For goodness sakes, if you wind up not liking him, kiss him anyway for us, okay? Throw us a bone, Jac,” Jen told her.
“And if I like him but I’m not ready to kiss him, what then my little nympho?” Jacque asked her.
“If you like that gorgeous piece of meat out there and you don’t kiss him, I will personally take every bra you own and hang them on all the antennas of the cars on your street. Oh, and I'll write your name on them in black magic marker and hang two on hottie's motorcycle! How you like them apples?” Jen told her.
“Where on earth do you come up with these ideas? Is there like a website called vindictive, or cruel-mean-ideas.org?” Sally asked her sarcastically.
“Nope, I think of them all by my little self,” Jen answered.
The girls all turned when they heard a soft knock on Jacque’s bedroom door.
“Come in.” They all three said. Jacque looked at the other two as if to say hello, my room, but they just shrugged.
Jacque’s mom came in the room looking at the girls like they were guilty, and in truth they usually were.
“Fane’s here. He brought a helmet. Did you forget to mention you would be riding a motorcycle?” Lilly asked her.
“No, I just assumed that you knew,” Jacque said.
“Well, I did see him on one but I assumed that he would be borrowing one of the Henrys' cars.”
“Well, you know what they say about assuming,” Jen added.
Both Lilly and Jacque turned their heads to look at Jen, who simply shrugged and said, “I’m…”
“Just saying. Yeah, we know,” Sally finished for her.
Jacque decided to just go ahead and let her mom see the marks so she wouldn’t freak out in front of Fane.
“Mom, what do you think about these fake tattoos that Jen put on me?” Jacque asked, turning around so her mom could get a look at her shoulders and neck.
Jacque heard her mother take in a sharp breath. She turned to look at her and saw her mom had her hand over her mouth and there was fear, major fear in her eyes. Once again she knew her mom knew something that she wasn’t sharing.
“Are you ok, Lilly?” Sally asked Jacque’s mom.
It took a minute for Lilly to get her composure back, but as soon as she did her face went blank.
“Of course. I’m fine, it was just a bit of a shock. They look so real,” her mom told them.
Jacque turned to look at her two best friends. “What are ya’lls' plans? Staying here or going home?” she asked them.
“We’re going back to Jen’s to hang out. If you want to come over after your date and Lilly’s ok with it, that’s fine,” Sally answered.
“That’s fine with me, if you want to,” Lilly told Jacque.
Jacque couldn’t decide what she wanted. Part of her wanted to be with her friends, the other part wanted to be alone so she could talk to Fane. She would see how the night went and decide then.“I’ll call you guys and let you know if I’m coming. I don’t know what time we are going to be home so I wouldn’t want to come over if it was really late and ya’ll were already in bed,” Jacque told them.
Sally and Jen gave her a ‘yeah, what a load of crap super sized with fries’ look. Jacque just tried to look as oblivious as possible under their scrutiny.
Jacque looked at her mom, expecting her to say something about a curfew but she never did, she just turned to go back downstairs. “I’ll be downstairs with Fane telling him embarrassing stories from your childhood, so you might want to expedite your final preparations,” Lilly told her daughter.
Jacque turned back to her friends. “Look, I’m not going to lie. Part of me wants to stay home tonight so I can talk to Fane, but the other part of me wants to be with my girls,” Jacque told them.
“We’re totally cool with you staying home to get to know him more. There is only one stipulation and that is we get everything in living color detail. No condensing, no paraphrasing, no inconclusions, and no summaries. Every single detail!” Jen told her adamantly.
Jacque laughed at her two friends and gave them both hugs. “Thanks, chicas. You two are the best.”
“Ok, I’m ready. I’ll see you guys later,” Jacque told them.
“Have fun!” Sally and Jen said together.
“Oh look, Sal. Our little girl is growing up. Where did the time go? From teaching her to cut her Barbie doll’s hair, to cutting her own hair, and now sending her off with a hot piece of Romanian meat. I’m getting all choked up.” Jen faked tears.
Sally looked at Jen and shook her head. “You done?”
“Yeah, I’m done. Why you always gotta cramp my style, yo?” Jen asked in her best slang voice.
“’Cause that’s how I roll,” Sally answered.
“Are you two sure you can be left unattended and to your own devices?” Jacque asked them, smiling.
“Go already,” Jen said.
Jacque opened her bedroom door and walked to the top of the stairs. She took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth.
“Luna, I’ve been waiting to see you all day. Are you rethinking going out with me? Because that’s okay, I’ll just go back to the Henrys' and let you be with your friends,” Fane told her through his thoughts.
“NO!” Jacque responded, realizing a little too late that she had just incriminated herself letting him know how much she wanted to see him as well. “I’m on my way down now. Quit being so impatient, it’s not becoming,” Jacque told him.
She felt his confusion when he asked, “Becoming what?”
Jacque couldn’t stop the giggle that came out of her but she regained her composure by the time she was at the last of the stairs.
“Never mind,” she answered as she came around the corner into the living room. Her mom was sitting on the couch and Fane was sitting across from her on the antique, high winged back chair that her mom had inherited from some distant relative. It was a horrible shade of peach but Lilly loved it so the ugly lump stayed in their living room. Somehow, with Fane sitting in it he managed to make it look good. Man, I have it bad, Jacque thought to herself.
Fane must've caught that last thought because he grinned at her knowingly.
He stood up when she entered the room and, without shame, looked her up and down from her toes to her head and back again. Jacque was a tad surprised that he would do this in front of her mother and supposed because of her nerves she could be excused for having a Jen moment.
“Did you get your fill or would you like me to turn around for you too?” Jacque asked.
“Jacque, is that anyway to speak to your date?” Lilly asked, clearly not shocked that Jacque had acted with such attitude.