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There was a knock at the door and I jumped out of my seat to answer but before I could leave the kitchen my mom hugged me and slipped something in my hand.
“Here’s some extra cash son, for whatever you need it for.”
“For the drugs?” I teased.
“Hush, boy.”
She reached way up to my head and brought my forehead to her lips.
“Thanks mom. Tell dad I love him and Maddy too, although she doesn’t deserve it,” I winked.
I grabbed my satchel and headed toward the door. When I opened it, there stood a shivering Jules with the rosiest cheeks and, boy, did she look stunning. My mom waved at the Jacobs and they waved back. We crunched our way through the snow and tumbled into Jules’ parents’ car.
“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs!” I said.
“Hi Elliott!” They said in unison.
“Excited son?” Mr. Jacobs asked.
“Very,” I said and stared at Jules with a grin that touched both my eyes.
She reached across me and grabbed my seat belt. When she clicked it into its buckle, she winked at me. She killed me. This game we got going on I like, I thought, touching her arm. She nodded.
“I brought our huge fleece blanket for the car ride there. And our awesome travel music,” she frowned, “ that we didn’t get to finish putting together. We’ve got at least fifty songs on here though.”
“I think that will get us through,” I winked.
Something about going away with Jules got me into such a cheeky mood. If her parents hadn’t been there with us, I’d have ravished the hollow of her neck. It didn’t help that she looked so incredible.
She was wearing something new, something she must have bought in Charleston when she went with her mom to pick a few things up for their trip. She wore a grey thermal top and faded distressed blue jeans. Typical of Jules, she had all this silvery jewelry on, tons of bracelets, a necklace. She wore this hat that made her literally look like the cutest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
I pulled at one of the ear flaps and asked her what it was. She called it her pom-pom beanie. It was striped, light grey and black, a chunky knit, and had braided ear flaps with tassels that reached to the bottom of her ribcage. Her long raven hair hung in soft curls around her shoulders and reached the middle of her back. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.
“You look so pretty Jules,” I said.
She sat up from retrieving the iPod from her bag and her cheeks burned pink once more and I’m guessing it wasn’t from the chill air.
“Thank you Elliott,” she said.
We both glanced into the rear-view to catch her dad’s reaction and much to our surprise he was deep into his own conversation with Jules’ mom. Neither caught my comment or maybe they just acted as if they didn’t, either way what I said wasn’t that bad, just a little too intimate for Jules to feel comfortable around her parents. She was sort of a prude that way, especially in front of her dad.
Once, I tried to link pinkies with her at their house while waiting to leave for her mom’s birthday dinner and Jules looked at me like I’d assaulted her. What a goof. I could tell her dad didn’t care as long as we were being respectful but Jules was careful and I could appreciate that. She plugged the ear buds into the iPod and handed me the left bud and I placed it into my ear and she did the same with the right. She started to play our list and we both took out our ‘time passers’ as she called them. She had her sketch pad and I brought a book. She spread the fleece over our laps and I almost burst into laughter when I saw her dad count to four, assuming he was counting hands. Parents.
I hadn’t even finished chapter four when I caught Jules drifting to sleep. I gathered her pencils and folded her sketch pad and placed them all into her messenger bag. When I tucked the pad into place I’d caught a glimpse at one of the pages in the back and nearly lost it. She’d written ‘Mrs. Elliott Gray’ all over it. She cracked me up, not that I didn’t mind it though. I wanted her to think of herself as my wife.
When I sat back up, I accidentally bumped her knee and she briefly woke and repositioned herself onto my shoulder. I wrapped my left arm around her and read my book with the right. There was absolutely no other place I wanted to be other than in that car at that very moment.
Eventually I dozed off myself and woke with my book at my feet. I glanced to my left and saw Jules still asleep. I reached down for the book and it woke her.
“I’m sorry Jules. I didn’t mean to wake you honey,” I said.
“It’s okay, I was about to wake up anyway,” she said stretching. “What time is it dad?”
“Nine,” he said.
“We’ve been asleep for three hours?” I asked.
“Six more to go,” said Jules.
