"Man! I would have wanted to be there to see that," Rachel said, laughing hysterically. The sixteen of us were sitting in AJ's mother's house (AJ's mother was the sixteenth person. She helping us with the arrangements). It's about two days after the tour ended and we were all meeting to discuss vacation plans.
"Oh, you should have been there," Joanne said, laughing. "It was hilarious!"
"And when we got done with him, he just left," I said. "I really don't like him."
"Either do I," Maribeth said. "He's nasty."
"And conceited," Jamie added.
"Too serious," Joanne chimed in.
"Controlling," Rachel said.
"And an all around jack*ss," I said, smiling giddily. Suddenly, my beeper went off. I looked at it. "Jessica." I turned to Denise. "Can I use your phone?" She nodded.
"Kitchen," she said. I reluctantly got off Brian's lap and went into the kitchen. After a few minutes of talking to my sister, I came back into the room.
"Change of plans," I said.
"What's wrong?" Joanne asked.
"Oh, nothing's wrong," I said. "It's just that we have somewhere else we have to be before we can go on vacation."
"Where?" Brian asked.
"Our high school reunion," I said, smiling at the girls and Justin.
"Yay!!!" Joanne shouted, getting up and dancing around the room.
"When?" Rachel asked excitedly.
"In three weeks," I told her. "Jess said she just got the invitation today. Then Monica, Ms. Congeniality herself, called up and asked if she knew our addresses. She said she'd tell us herself."
"Awesome!" Maribeth cheered. "But that does mean we have to go shopping." I groaned and plopped down on the floor next to Brian.
"We're going, too, right?" Brian asked.
"Yeah, if you guys want to," I said. "The only one's who don't have 'official' invitations are . . . JC, Chris, Justin, and Lance," I looked at them, "but it's not like they're missing much."
"They could come as our bodyguards," Jamie suggested, "and Justin went to our school, so we can get him in pretty easily."
"True," I said. I laid down on the floor next to Brian.
"You okay?" he asked, concerned. I nodded.
"Just a headache," I said, closing my eyes.
"Well, it's late, anyway," he said. "Why don't we go home? You guys can talk more tomorrow about the reunion."
"Fine with me," I said, groaning as I sat up. Saying good-bye to the others, Brian took my hand and we walked out to the car.
"Are you sure you want to go to this thing?" I asked Brian.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" he asked.
"I dunno," I said. "I guess I'm just dreading having to see all my nemeses again, especially Donna and Kaitlyn."
"I've heard those names before, haven't I?"
"Yeah, they were the ones we told off at that one concert," I said, smiling at the memory. Then I frowned. "It's just that every time I see them, bad memories of school come flooding back and I get into a bad mood. I want to go, but I don't."
"Well, I think you should go," Brian said, taking my hand as we pulled into our driveway. "It'll be fun and you get to show off your wonderful husband."
"I'm not married to Kevin," I said in mock-confusion. He looked at me, a mockingly-hurt expression on his face, then he grinned evily. "Yikes!" I rushed out of the car and up the front walk. Quickly unlocking the door, I ran in and plopped down on the couch. I stretched out so I took up the entire length of it. He ran in, shut the door behind him, and turned to face me, still grinning evily. "You wouldn't hurt a woman in pain, would you?"
"Maybe, maybe not," he said, coming over slowly and sitting down next to the couch. "What are you going to do to convince me not to?" I smiled softly and entangled my hand in his hair. Pulling his face towards mine, I kissed him deeply and passionately. After a few minutes, we broke apart. He smiled at me. "As much as I loved that . . . this is still too hard to resist." He began tickling me with no mercy.
"Brian Thomas Littrell, you are so dead!" I yelled after him as he bolted up the stairs.