CHATROOM LOVE
Chapter Forty-One
Banff, AB, Canada
December 31, 2001
Loud music sounded through the house.
In the kitchen, the table was covered with dishes of food. An ice chest sat in
a corner of the kitchen, filled with sodas, bottles of water, and beer. Bottles
of champagne and sparkling cider were chilling in the refrigerator. The New
Year’s Eve party was in full swing.
The five kids were in the family
room, along with seven guests that Dawn and Tommy had invited, people they knew
who were spending the winter holidays in Banff or who lived there year-round.
The youngest guest was a thirteen-year-old girl named Candy who had taken an
immediate liking to Fabrizio, much to his dismay. She sat beside him on the
couch, scooting closer when she thought no one was looking, while he kept
moving away from her until he was pressed up against the arm of the couch.
Candy was giggling and trying to talk to him, while he stammered nervously and
pretended not to understand her.
Candy’s sister, Claire, was the
oldest guest at the party, a twenty-year-old university student who had brought
the beer and champagne. Their brother, Charles, was a friend of Tommy’s, and he
was the one who had been invited, but his parents had refused to allow him to
go to a party where Tommy’s parents weren’t present unless Claire came along to
supervise, and they had also insisted that Candy not be left out.
Two of the other guests, Brittany
and Eva, were acquaintances of Dawn’s. They had run into them at the pizza
place the night before, and Dawn had insisted that they come to the party. Both
had brought their significant others to the party—Brittany had brought her
boyfriend, Greg, and Eva had brought her girlfriend, Lisette.
Thus far, Claire’s
"supervision" had been the life of the party—she had already drunk
three of the beers she had brought and was currently dancing barefoot on the
coffee table. Tommy was watching her worriedly, hoping that the table wouldn’t
be damaged—his parents would be furious if they found out about the party—and
they wouldn’t be happy about the damaged furniture, either.
The two couples who had been
invited were dancing, as were Jack and Rose. Candy was looking at the dancing
couples longingly, wishing that Fabrizio would ask her to dance, but he kept
avoiding her gaze, much to her disappointment.
Dawn came out of the kitchen with
her second plate of food—she had been hungry in the evenings the past few days.
She sat down next to Tommy, slapping his hand when he tried to steal a cookie.
"Get your own!" she whispered.
The song playing on the stereo
came to an end, and Jack stopped whirling Rose around. She staggered against
him dizzily, laughing.
Jack was panting. "Let’s sit
down for a bit."
"Want me to get us some
drinks first?"
"Sure."
"What do you want?"
Jack thought for a moment, then
grinned. "How about a beer?"
Rose laughed. "Sure."
She hurried into the kitchen, returning a moment later with two cans of beer.
"Thanks." Jack took his
beer and opened it.
"Have you ever had beer
before?" Rose wanted to know.
"Yeah. Once."
"When?"
"Back in California, not
longer after my parents’ funeral."
Rose stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Did it help?"
"Help what?"
"You know…make losing your
parents hurt less."
Jack thought for a moment.
"Sure…for a little while. Then it wore off, and they were still
gone."
Rose leaned against him. "I
know what you mean. When my dad died, I was so upset I couldn’t function. The
doctor prescribed some Valium, and it helped…but my dad was still dead."
Jack took a sip of his beer and
made a face. "A party’s a lot more fun than a funeral…but the beer doesn’t
taste any better."
Rose opened her beer and took a
drink, then tipped the can upward and gulped it down as fast as she could.
Jack stared at her.
"Show-off!"
Rose giggled. "What? You
think a girl can’t drink?"
At that moment, Claire, who had just
finished a fourth beer, tried to execute a fancy move on top of the coffee
table and fell off, slamming into the easy chair that Jack and Rose were
sharing and causing Jack to drop his beer, splattering it all over Rose and her
sequined red dress.
"Hey!" Jack grabbed the
beer can from Rose’s lap. "Watch it!"
Claire got up with difficulty,
hanging onto the arm of the easy chair. "Sorry." Her voice was
slurred. Charles was laughing, and Candy looked embarrassed.
"Jack, I’m fine." Rose
pulled him back down beside her. "I know a good dry cleaner in Edmonton.
I’ll take my dress there when we get back and get it cleaned so Mom won’t find
out."
Jack glared at Claire, who was
sitting next to Candy on the couch, laughing and causing her embarrassed sister
to scoot away from Fabrizio, who looked relieved at the distraction.
"I think I’m going to go
change, though," Rose said, drawing Jack’s attention back to her.
"That beer was cold."
"You still look good,"
Jack told her, taking in the soaked front of her dress.
Rose glanced down and squealed a
little at the sight of the beer-soaked fabric clinging to her front. "Quit
staring!" She got up and headed for the room she shared with Dawn.
Jack watched her go, looking away
when Dawn nudged him with her toe.
"Nice move, Jack." Dawn
lifted her can of Sprite in a mock-salute.
"I didn’t mean to spill it
on her! That girl ran into the chair…"
"Claire. Yes, I saw."
Dawn paused at Charles leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Okay. I can
do that." She looked back at Jack. "I’m giving Charles and his
sisters a ride home. I know it’s only eleven o’clock, but Charles wants to go
home before his sister does anything else embarrassing." She looked at
Tommy. "I’ll be back before midnight."
"Be careful with my
car!"
Dawn rolled her eyes, then
glanced back at Jack. "I skidded on ice once when I was learning to drive
and put a little dent in the bumper of my dad’s car, and Tommy has never let me
live it down." She set her soda can down and went to find her coat.
Jack looked at Tommy. "How
come she’s the designated driver when it’s your car?"
"’Cause she’s the only one
who hasn’t had any alcohol, except Candy, who’s too young to drive. I’ll have
to go get Claire in the morning so she can get her car back. She’s sure in no
condition to drive right now."
As Dawn walked out the front
door, Tommy got up and put on a new CD. Fabrizio got up, relieved to see Candy
go, and walked out into the middle of the family room, where he started
imitating a dance he had seen Jack demonstrating to Rose earlier that evening.
Greg, Brittany, and Tommy stared at him, while Eva and Lisette glanced at each
other and then joined him.
Jack grinned, glad to see
Fabrizio finally enjoying the party. He shook his head when Fabrizio got a few
of the moves wrong, standing up and joining in. Lisette watched him for a
moment, then corrected her moves and demonstrated them to Eva and Fabrizio. The
four of them danced for a few minutes before Jack stepped away and looked in
the direction Rose had gone.
Fabrizio followed. "Where
did you learn that dance?" he asked, watching as Lisette grabbed Eva’s
hands and whirled her around in much the same way as Jack had whirled Rose
earlier.
"My mom learned it in a
class she took, and she showed it to my dad and me." Jack leaned against
the wall. "She tried to teach Trudy, too, but she wasn’t much interested
in learning."
Fabrizio nodded. He had met
Trudy, though Jack hadn’t told him much about his sister’s past. He knew that
she had survived the attacks on the World Trade Centre a few months earlier,
and that she spoke Spanish reasonably well—though it was a slightly different
dialect from the one he spoke in El Salvador—but not much else. Though Jack and
Fabrizio were friends, Jack did not find him nearly so easy to talk to as he
found Rose. Part of it was the language barrier—Jack spoke some Spanish, but
not a lot, and Fabrizio’s English was still rough—but more than that, Jack had
found Rose to have a sympathetic ear, and they were close.
Jack glanced in the direction
Rose had gone again. "I’m going to go check on her," he told
Fabrizio. "She’s been gone for a while."
Jack found Rose standing in front
of the mirror in a blue dress, trying to repair her makeup, which had run when
the beer had splashed into her face. "Rose? Are you okay?"
Rose jumped, startled, the
mascara wand in her hand bouncing against her cheek. "Jack! You startled
me." She dabbed at the mascara, trying to remove it from her skin.
"I’m trying to fix my makeup, but it isn’t going too well."
Jack watched her attempt once again
to apply the mascara to her eyelashes. Her hands were unsteady, and she almost
poked herself in the eye with the mascara wand.
"Maybe you shouldn’t have
gulped down all that beer," he told her.
"No, I’m fine…" Rose
squinted at the smear of mascara she’d gotten under her eye. "Well…maybe
not."
"Maybe you should just wash
it off and go without makeup. You’re pretty enough anyway."
Rose looked at him. "You’re
sweet."
"I know." He looked at the
stuff sitting on top of the dresser, trying to figure out what she would use to
take her makeup off.
Rose reached for a package of
cleansing cloths. Slowly, she pulled one out and rubbed it over the smears of
mascara and blush on her face.
"Better?" she asked.
Jack nodded as she dropped the
cloth into the trash. "Yeah…you don’t have all those funny-looking smears
on your face anymore."
"What time is it?"
Jack glanced at his watch.
"11:35. Twenty-five minutes ‘til 2002." They heard the front door
open and close. "Dawn took Claire and her brother and sister home. Her
brother was afraid Claire would do something even worse than dance on the table
and make me dump beer on you."
Rose laughed. "I bet that
made Fabrizio happy."
Jack chuckled. "Yeah. When I
went to look for you, he was dancing with those two girls, Eva and…uh…"
"Lisette?"
"Yeah, Lisette."
"I noticed he was looking at
them funny earlier."
"I’m guessing he hasn’t seen
girls together so…openly much where he’s from. I don’t know if it bothers him
or not."
"You said he was dancing
with them."
"Yeah…well, he’s probably
not worried that they’ll come on to him or sit there and giggle while trying to
get his attention."
Rose shook her head. "Middle
schoolers. Although I’ll admit to being a little shyer than that when I was
thirteen."
"When I was thirteen, I
thought girls were both fascinating and scary."
"We’re not so scary anymore,
are we?" Rose raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well…only sometimes."
Rose laughed, going to sit on her
bed. "Let’s stay here for a few minutes. We haven’t had much time alone
lately."
Jack sat next to her. "It’s
amazing that we get more time alone together when we’re around your mom and my
aunt and uncle than when we’re with our friends."
"My mom and your cousins
don’t want us to spend all our time with them."
"True." Jack pulled
Rose into his arms, enjoying being alone with her for a while. Rose kissed him,
a smile spreading across her face.
"How long ‘til
midnight?" she asked.
Jack glanced at his watch again.
"About twenty minutes."
"Good. I don’t want to go
down yet."
Jack kissed her, one hand
caressing the back of her neck. Rose responded in kind, her fingers toying with
the buttons on his shirt.
He pulled away. "Rose, what
are you doing?"
She looked at him, a bit
uncertain now. "You don’t want to?"
"I…um…oh, hell…the others
might hear…"
Rose got up and closed the door.
"No, they won’t." She sat down next to him again, pulling him close.
Jack grinned, kissing her and
reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. Rose lay back on the bed,
pulling him with her and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Are you nervous?" Jack
asked as Rose sat up slightly, shrugging out of her dress and dropping it in a
heap on the floor.
Rose shook her head. "No…not
really."
Jack pulled her into his arms
again, their kisses deepening as they ran their hands over each other’s bodies.
The door flew open.
"Hey, are you guys coming
back to the party or not? It’s almost midnight…"
Jack and Rose pulled apart,
looking up in embarrassment to see Dawn and Tommy standing in the doorway.
Dawn turned red. "I so did
not want to see that."
Jack ran a hand over his flaming
face. "You didn’t see anything. We didn’t get that far yet." Jack
reached for his shirt, discarded at the edge of the bed.
Rose, clad only in her panties
and bra, grabbed her pillow and held in front of her. "Don’t stare at
me!" she snapped at Tommy.
"Don’t stare at her,
Tommy!" Dawn agreed, trying to cover his eyes. "You’re only allowed
to look at me that way!"
"I wasn’t staring!"
Tommy protested.
"Yes, you were!" the
other three responded, Rose trying to slip back into her dress while still
keeping the pillow in front of her.
"You guys were gonna use
birth control, right?" Dawn asked, putting a hand on her stomach and
looking at them seriously.
Jack and Rose looked at each
other guiltily. Neither had even thought about it.
"Good thing we interrupted
you, then," Tommy remarked. "You don’t want to wind up like us."
Jack mumbled something unkind
under his breath. Rose touched his arm.
"I guess we’d better go out
there before anyone else comes looking for us." She turned so Jack could
zip up her dress. Sighing, she said, "It’s probably just as well. We don’t
have anything for birth control, and I don’t want to get pregnant."
"Yeah." Jack sighed.
"My little cousins and Trudy’s kids are enough trouble already…I don’t
need one of my own right now." He got off of the bed, smoothing his hair
and offering Rose a hand.
"Come on." Rose stood
and pulled him towards the door. "Let’s celebrate the new year by not
getting into trouble."