I know that this will be a short one but it's too good of a set up to put more in right now. The next part will be longer.
Thanks to Devir Ginator for his editing skills and help with working out ideas. You're awesome.
Thanks to Jessica who still finds ways to show me just how much of an amazing person she is every day.
Now on with the show
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Jake Gibson's new cell phone that he received for Christmas vibrated in his pocket as he pulled on his heavy winter jacket.
"Headed out already?" His dad asked as he watched his son from just over the rim of his coffee mug.
"If that's okay, dad," Jake answered. "It seems that Sarah has taken control of Jess's phone and is insisting that I'm late."
Jake's dad chuckled and shook his head then Jake's phone chimed again.
"You must really be late," he stated as Jake checked the message.
"Staci," Jake said as he read the message. "She's asking if Jess and I are bringing breakfast or making it for her. She's having a princess moment."
"What are your plans with your pair of girlfriends today?" He smiled.
"Jess and Sarah you mean?" Jake chuckled. "Sarah has been on Jess about helping set up ever since she heard about the party so we're taking her with us over to Staci's to set up for the party tonight."
Jake's mom laughed as she joined them.
"Are you kids sure that you don't want some adults to come and help out again?" She asked.
"Mrs. Daniels will be there and after what happened last time, no thank you," Jake shared with a smile.
His mom playfully slapped his shoulder then tousled his thick brown hair.
"It wasn't that bad and, as I recall, it ended up working out pretty well in the end did it not?" She asked him.
"It did," Jake answered as he smiled at the memory of his weekend alone with Jessica before he added. "It was the waiting around for days for you guys to drop the hammer on us that I could have done without."
"It helped you build character," Jake's dad smiled.
"I thought you said I was a character," Jake joked as he snagged a piece of toast from the table and popped it into his mouth.
"That's still true," His dad countered then laughed as Jake's phone pinged again. "Which one is it this time?"
"Lemme check," Jake mumbled around the toast as he pulled out his phone.
He tapped out a quick message and smiled at the reply.
"That was Jess. She has taken back control of her phone," Jake shared with his parents. "It seems that someone got syrup all over it and is now protesting having to get cleaned up. I should head over before it gets worse."
Jake grabbed a bottle of pineapple juice from the refrigerator, shook it and started to twist off the top but his mother stopped him.
"Get a glass, Jake," She scolded him with a wag of her finger.
Jake almost argued that he was the only one that drank pineapple juice but decided not to. Instead he went to where his mom had some dishes drying and snagged one. He checked that it was dry then poured some juice into it.
"Take a top so it doesn't spill," Jake's dad advised him. "You'll never hear the end of it from Mr. Fishel if you do."
"Or from you and grandpa either," Jake nodded. "That's why I grabbed the travel cup."
He twisted the top onto it, added a straw then started for the door but stopped and went back to the table where he kissed his mom's offered cheek.
"Thanks for breakfast, mom," He told her.
"You cooked it but you are welcome anyway," She smiled at him then called out as he exited. "Be careful, Jake."
"I will be," He called back as he walked out the side door and into the brisk December morning air.
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Patrick Greene stumbled out of bed just shy of noon and snatched his cell phone from his bedside table. He grumbled to himself when he saw there weren't any messages. His footsteps fell heavy as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Where's breakfast?" He demanded of his mother who was seated at the table sipping from a tea cup.
"In either the refrigerator or the cabinet waiting for you to make it yourself, my sweet little prince," She replied. "The rest of us ate a few hours ago. Rough night? It sounded like you came in well before your curfew last night."
"It was fine," Patrick grumbled as he pulled a box of cereal from the cabinet then grabbed a bowl. "Where's the bacon?"
"Same place it always is," She answered him.
"You aren't going to make me any?" He asked.
"You are old enough to make your own if you want it," She answered him. "I am about to head out to get some things for your father's party at the marina tonight."
Patrick grunted his unhappiness then sat the table and started to shovel cereal into his mouth as his mother got up. She made her way upstairs to get ready to go out. He checked his phone again, fired off a message to Somer then went back to eating. His father entered as Patrick placed his bowl into the sink to be washed by someone other than him.
"There he is," Buck Greene greeted his son. "If you still have big plans for a party here tonight you have to let me know how much beer you think you'll need so I can get it delivered."
"There's not gonna be one," Patrick told him.
"Oh, you've got plans to
ring
in the new year with that little cheerleader of yours huh?" Buck chuckled. "Can't blame you there, son."
"Maybe," Patrick said. "I'm waiting to hear back from her now."
"You make them wait for you, son. Not the other way around, you hear me?" Buck advised his son.
"Sure thing, dad," Patrick nodded.
His phone chimed and he read the message.
"Keep her waiting for a little while. That will make her nice and hot for you later on," His dad advised him. "Now I'm going up to the marina and see how the preparations are going."
"Sure, dad," Patrick said as he reread the message from Somer and bit back a curse that threatened to burst forth.
"Bring her by the party later on and let her dance with your old man," Buck chuckled. "She'll love that."
"I'm sure," Patrick said but he wasn't paying his father any attention as he went back up to his room where he called Somer.
She had barely picked up when he started in.
"What the hell do you mean that you've already got plans for tonight?" He demanded to know.
"I have plans, Patrick," Somer insisted. "Rick came back to town for the holidays and we're going out tonight."
"Rick Lucas? He's in college now. Why is he wasting his time with you?" Patrick asked.
"Oh fuck you, Patrick. He and I dated for a year and he wants to see me," She explained.
"Wants to fuck you more like," Patrick sneered.
"Aw, look who's a jealous little boy," Somer taunted him. "Just jerk your little dick tonight if you get lonely. God knows that won't take long!"
With that said she hung up on him. Patrick's face screwed up in anger as he slammed his phone down onto his desk.
"Fucking bitch," He muttered to himself then slumped back onto his bed.
As he lay there seething with anger his thoughts drifted over the past year and how much things had changed. Last year at this time he was still celebrating leading the team to a championship and prepping for his big New Year's blow out. Now he sat in his room alone with no prospects for the big night and he blamed one person.
"Jake, fucking, Gibson," He muttered as he sat there thinking. "He ruined everything for me but I'm going to end up winning in the end. He'll see."
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"Sarah!" the girls all shout as she comes barreling into Staci's house.
"I told that they wouldn't even notice that we were here," Jessica giggled as she gave Jake a nudge.
"We know that you're here, Jess," Staci said as she got her hug from Sarah.
"We couldn't miss hearing Jake's car when it was seven miles from here," Roxie joked as she hugged Sarah. "It's sooooo loud right, Sar-bear?"
"So loud, Jake!" Sarah laughed.
"No turning my Sar-bear against me, Roxie," Jake playfully argued then waved the bags from Bojangles at her. "Especially if you want the breakfast I brought for you."
"Jessica, I love him," Roxie corrected herself. "He brings me food."
"He makes me food sometimes," Sarah pointed out. "I love him too."
"Careful there, babe. You might me messing around with a twice taken guy," C. C. warned her as Sarah jumped into her arms. "That won't end well."
"I was here first," Roxie smiled. "You Golden sisters must respect that."
"We do, Rox," Jessica smiled as she hugged Roxie.
"'Specially if you make me some more peanut butter cookies," Sarah declared much to everyone's delight.
"You guys can not encourage her you know?" Roxie said. "It's bad enough that Jake begs me but now he's got Sarah doing it too. I can't resist our little Sar-bear!"
"Jake will help you make'em," Sarah stated. "He's good in the kitchen."
"Is he
good
in the kitchen, Jess?" Staci teased which caused Jessica's face to flush but only slightly.
"I've already told you that he's excellent in the kitchen, Staci," Jessica answered with a wink. "Now are we going to stand around or are we going to get this place ready for a party?"
"We're going to eat," Roxie laughed. "Not all of us have been up since the crack of dawn, Jess."
"You guys eat and Jake, Sarah and I will start in on getting things set up for tonight," Jessica told them then paused. "Where are the others?"
"Ray has a thing with his parents but he said that he'll be over around lunch," Staci answered.
"Bobby's taking Marybeth to work then he'll be over," Shelly said.