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“Bob! Come on!” Pen laughed as her fiancé tackled her, grabbing her around the waist and holding her back from the thermostat. They had just arrived home from New Jersey to a frigid cold house. “It’s the end of November; it’s freezing! Let me turn it up just a little bit.” She reached once more for the button to make the house warmer.
“Never,” Bob said, reaching forward and grabbing Penelope’s hand to keep her from touching the AC.
“But I’m cold!” Pen pouted half-heartedly.
“Well, I’ll keep you warm,” Bob murmured, burying his face in her neck and kissing it. Pen giggled and tried to worm out of his grasp.
“You’re such an asshole!” she laughed, turning her head to kiss Bob back. Just then, the phone rang, and Pen changed the temperature in the house when Bob answered it.
“Bryar household; resident asshole speaking,” he said into the receiver. The smile on his face dropped and he bit his lower lip, clicking his lip ring against his teeth. “Yeah, sorry Aunt Maggie…Yeah, I--Okay. Well…Well, we just got back from our friend’s wedding. Yes, I know the holidays are coming up, I own a calendar--yeah, sorry. Umm…visit?” Bob shifted his gaze to Pen with a worried look. She looked up and nodded enthusiastically; since they’d been together, Pen had never met any of Bob’s family. “Well…actually…” he sighed. “Yeah, well, I might as well tell you: I proposed to Penelope and she said yes…Yeah, I know it’s great. Yeah--yeah, okay. Yeah, that means we’re getting married, Aunt Mag--Uh-huh…Umm…yeah, I know I still haven’t answered you about visiting for the holidays…Well, uhh…” Bob ran his hand through his hair, tapping his foot thoughtfully. He shot another look at Penelope, who was now giving him a pleading, puppy-dog look. He sighed. “We’d love to. Yeah, yeah…Okay, yeah, I don’t work in December…Yeah, I know that it’s a great job, that’s why I have it…Sorry…Okay. The fifteenth? Yeah, that’s fine. Okay, talk to you soon…Bye.” Bob hung up the phone and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “Are you sure you want to do this?“ Pen walked over to him and slipped her arms around his waist.
“What’s so bad about visiting your family? I think it’ll be fun!” she said, kissing the tip of his nose.
“That’s because you don’t know my family,” he mumbled. Pen just laughed and squeezed him for a moment.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. When do we leave?”
The night of the fourteenth of December, Pen admired how the engagement ring looked on her finger as she packed. How it caught the light, how it looked from different angles; she was captivated.
“Make sure you pack enough to last you a while. Remember, we going to be there through New Year’s,” Bob told pen for the millionth time that day.
“Bob,” she sighed as she folded a shirt and set it into her suitcase. “I know. Relax. I know how to pack for a trip, okay?”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry; I’m just nervous for you to meet my family.”
“I’m sure I’ll love them,” Pen said, continuing to pack, still admiring her ring.
“Robby!” A woman with graying brown hair answered the door in a small town in Michigan. She enveloped Bob in a tight hug. “It’s been so long! And this must be your lovely fiancée!” She hugged Pen, who, caught off-guard, hugged back for a moment. “I’ve heard so much about you, dear. I’m Maggie, Bob’s aunt.” Maggie ushered the couple across the threshold and into her house. It was a warm, typical suburban house. Photographs everywhere, fire burning beneath a mantle decorated in snow-globes and knick-knacks; big, comfortable-looking chairs around a small wooden coffee table. Everything was slightly messy, as if to emanate a lived-in feeling.
“Hey, Grandma,” Bob said, greeting an older woman seated at the table as they entered the kitchen.
“Oh, Bobby! I haven’t seen you in so long!” She got up and hugged Bob, greeting Pen as well.
“Everyone else will be getting here sometime during the next week, but we wanted an extra day to catch up, since we haven’t seen you in so long!” Maggie told Bob, who nodded.
“Right,” he said, jumping as they heard the front door open and a high-pitched, female voice rang through the house.
“Is that the car of my Bobbert I see in the driveway?” A tall, thin, blonde woman appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling widely at Bob and ignoring Pen completely. “Bobbert!” she yelled, launching herself at Bob, who stumbled backward slightly.
“Umm…Hi, Margot,” he said, patting her back awkwardly. When their hug ended, Bob slipped his arm securely around Pen’s waist, pulling her close. “Margot, this is Penelope, my fiancée. Penelope, this is Margot. We were really good friends growing up.”
“Good friends? We were the best of friends! We’d hang out together every day! We went places on the weekends and were practically inseparable during holidays off school! Heck, we even slept in the same bed on occasion! We were closer than brother and sister,” Margot babbled, ticking off things that her and Bob would do together when they were younger. “I’ve missed you!” She tried to hug him again, but stepped back when Bob still had his arm around Pen, who glared slightly at Margot.
“Hello, Margot. It’s nice to meet you,” Pen said, extending her hand. Margot just nodded curtly at her and turned to smile at Bob again, who returned the gesture uncomfortably.
“Hey,” Bob said suddenly, breaking through the awkward silence. “Where’s Demetri? He still lives here, right? My cousin,” he added to Pen, who had given him a questioning look.
“Oh, yes, he’s just out running some errands. He should be back any minute now. Stay for dinner?” she added to Margot, who nodded energetically. “We’re having spaghetti.”
Maybe it was just a bad first-impression, but Pen found herself distinctly disliking Margot. She was still staring at Bob with a goofy smile on her face, and Bob was pretending not to notice, but was turning red just the same.
Just as the five were sitting down to eat, they heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice yelled out, “Tell me Bob isn’t here!” In walked the owner of the voice: a tall 20-something guy with dark hair and eyes. Pen briefly noticed that he was quite attractive, especially when smiling as broadly as he was at the sight of his cousin. “Bob!”
“Demetri!” Bob jumped out of his seat, tackling his cousin. They roughed around for a minute, laughing and hitting each other like kids before hugging and patting each other’s backs in a manly style. “Demetri, this is my fiancée, Penelope. Penelope, this is my cousin and best friend, Demetri.”
Pen stood up and shook Demetri’s hand. He bent low, making her giggle. “Enchante, mademoiselle,” he purred, kissing her hand and making Pen blush deeply. “Bob told me you were beautiful, but his descriptions didn’t do you justice.” Pen didn’t know what to say to that, so she just blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
“It’s nice to meet you, Demetri,” she murmured shyly.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, straightening and eyeing her. He winked swiftly. Bob didn’t notice.
“Well, come on, everyone. Let’s eat!” called Bob’s Aunt Maggie from the table. Everyone took their seats once more and conversation pretty much revolved around Pen and Bob’s wedding plans.
“Have you started planning at all, yet?” asked Bob’s grandmother.
“Well…A bit. We haven’t really set a date yet. We’re probably going to hire a wedding planner to help out, since I don’t really know much about weddings,” Pen told her.
“Have you given any thought to the bouquet? You know, once you pick the bouquet, the rest of the wedding theme should match that.” Maggie informed Pen.
“Well…I was thinking sunflowers. I love sunflowers.”
“Oh…” Granny nodded her head and considered it. “That would be nice. You know, you never really see sunflowers in a bouquet, how original.” Everyone nodded in agreement and sat in silence for a moment.
“So, Penelope,” Maggie began, starting the conversation back up. “Are you a virgin?”
Pen had been taking a drink from her glass and choked on her water when she heard the question. She set the cup down on the table with a thump, coughing and holding her chest. Her eyes were wide and she was blinking rapidly.
“I--uh…I--I mean…” she sputtered, not quite knowing what to say.
“Aunt Maggie,” Bob said warningly.
“You know, Bob’s a virgin. He promised me he’d stay one until he’s married, right Bob?”
“Aunt Maggie!” Bob snapped, looking pointedly at Pen, who had begun to blush very deeply and stare intently down at her placemat.
“Just asking, dear. It’s a fair question.” Maggie shrugged her shoulders. Glancing across the table, Pen saw that Margot had narrowed her eyes and was shooting a distinct glare her way. She quickly returned her gaze to her placemat.
Maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea afterall...
I will miss Bob. A lot. A LOT, a lot. I think that my favourite members of my favourite bands are all doomed to leave the bands early. No joke, first Jon Walker leaves Panic! (I could give a shred of a shit about Ryan Ross), then Fall Out Boy breaks up completely, so that counts as Patrick Stump leaving, and now this. My Bob. Sigh. I miss him being around. I hope to see him doing SOMETHING sometime soon. Anyway.
Fun chapter. Go comment por favor. 'Kay cool. Adios. OverAndOutxx
“Never,” Bob said, reaching forward and grabbing Penelope’s hand to keep her from touching the AC.
“But I’m cold!” Pen pouted half-heartedly.
“Well, I’ll keep you warm,” Bob murmured, burying his face in her neck and kissing it. Pen giggled and tried to worm out of his grasp.
“You’re such an asshole!” she laughed, turning her head to kiss Bob back. Just then, the phone rang, and Pen changed the temperature in the house when Bob answered it.
“Bryar household; resident asshole speaking,” he said into the receiver. The smile on his face dropped and he bit his lower lip, clicking his lip ring against his teeth. “Yeah, sorry Aunt Maggie…Yeah, I--Okay. Well…Well, we just got back from our friend’s wedding. Yes, I know the holidays are coming up, I own a calendar--yeah, sorry. Umm…visit?” Bob shifted his gaze to Pen with a worried look. She looked up and nodded enthusiastically; since they’d been together, Pen had never met any of Bob’s family. “Well…actually…” he sighed. “Yeah, well, I might as well tell you: I proposed to Penelope and she said yes…Yeah, I know it’s great. Yeah--yeah, okay. Yeah, that means we’re getting married, Aunt Mag--Uh-huh…Umm…yeah, I know I still haven’t answered you about visiting for the holidays…Well, uhh…” Bob ran his hand through his hair, tapping his foot thoughtfully. He shot another look at Penelope, who was now giving him a pleading, puppy-dog look. He sighed. “We’d love to. Yeah, yeah…Okay, yeah, I don’t work in December…Yeah, I know that it’s a great job, that’s why I have it…Sorry…Okay. The fifteenth? Yeah, that’s fine. Okay, talk to you soon…Bye.” Bob hung up the phone and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “Are you sure you want to do this?“ Pen walked over to him and slipped her arms around his waist.
“What’s so bad about visiting your family? I think it’ll be fun!” she said, kissing the tip of his nose.
“That’s because you don’t know my family,” he mumbled. Pen just laughed and squeezed him for a moment.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. When do we leave?”
The night of the fourteenth of December, Pen admired how the engagement ring looked on her finger as she packed. How it caught the light, how it looked from different angles; she was captivated.
“Make sure you pack enough to last you a while. Remember, we going to be there through New Year’s,” Bob told pen for the millionth time that day.
“Bob,” she sighed as she folded a shirt and set it into her suitcase. “I know. Relax. I know how to pack for a trip, okay?”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry; I’m just nervous for you to meet my family.”
“I’m sure I’ll love them,” Pen said, continuing to pack, still admiring her ring.
“Robby!” A woman with graying brown hair answered the door in a small town in Michigan. She enveloped Bob in a tight hug. “It’s been so long! And this must be your lovely fiancée!” She hugged Pen, who, caught off-guard, hugged back for a moment. “I’ve heard so much about you, dear. I’m Maggie, Bob’s aunt.” Maggie ushered the couple across the threshold and into her house. It was a warm, typical suburban house. Photographs everywhere, fire burning beneath a mantle decorated in snow-globes and knick-knacks; big, comfortable-looking chairs around a small wooden coffee table. Everything was slightly messy, as if to emanate a lived-in feeling.
“Hey, Grandma,” Bob said, greeting an older woman seated at the table as they entered the kitchen.
“Oh, Bobby! I haven’t seen you in so long!” She got up and hugged Bob, greeting Pen as well.
“Everyone else will be getting here sometime during the next week, but we wanted an extra day to catch up, since we haven’t seen you in so long!” Maggie told Bob, who nodded.
“Right,” he said, jumping as they heard the front door open and a high-pitched, female voice rang through the house.
“Is that the car of my Bobbert I see in the driveway?” A tall, thin, blonde woman appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling widely at Bob and ignoring Pen completely. “Bobbert!” she yelled, launching herself at Bob, who stumbled backward slightly.
“Umm…Hi, Margot,” he said, patting her back awkwardly. When their hug ended, Bob slipped his arm securely around Pen’s waist, pulling her close. “Margot, this is Penelope, my fiancée. Penelope, this is Margot. We were really good friends growing up.”
“Good friends? We were the best of friends! We’d hang out together every day! We went places on the weekends and were practically inseparable during holidays off school! Heck, we even slept in the same bed on occasion! We were closer than brother and sister,” Margot babbled, ticking off things that her and Bob would do together when they were younger. “I’ve missed you!” She tried to hug him again, but stepped back when Bob still had his arm around Pen, who glared slightly at Margot.
“Hello, Margot. It’s nice to meet you,” Pen said, extending her hand. Margot just nodded curtly at her and turned to smile at Bob again, who returned the gesture uncomfortably.
“Hey,” Bob said suddenly, breaking through the awkward silence. “Where’s Demetri? He still lives here, right? My cousin,” he added to Pen, who had given him a questioning look.
“Oh, yes, he’s just out running some errands. He should be back any minute now. Stay for dinner?” she added to Margot, who nodded energetically. “We’re having spaghetti.”
Maybe it was just a bad first-impression, but Pen found herself distinctly disliking Margot. She was still staring at Bob with a goofy smile on her face, and Bob was pretending not to notice, but was turning red just the same.
Just as the five were sitting down to eat, they heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice yelled out, “Tell me Bob isn’t here!” In walked the owner of the voice: a tall 20-something guy with dark hair and eyes. Pen briefly noticed that he was quite attractive, especially when smiling as broadly as he was at the sight of his cousin. “Bob!”
“Demetri!” Bob jumped out of his seat, tackling his cousin. They roughed around for a minute, laughing and hitting each other like kids before hugging and patting each other’s backs in a manly style. “Demetri, this is my fiancée, Penelope. Penelope, this is my cousin and best friend, Demetri.”
Pen stood up and shook Demetri’s hand. He bent low, making her giggle. “Enchante, mademoiselle,” he purred, kissing her hand and making Pen blush deeply. “Bob told me you were beautiful, but his descriptions didn’t do you justice.” Pen didn’t know what to say to that, so she just blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
“It’s nice to meet you, Demetri,” she murmured shyly.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, straightening and eyeing her. He winked swiftly. Bob didn’t notice.
“Well, come on, everyone. Let’s eat!” called Bob’s Aunt Maggie from the table. Everyone took their seats once more and conversation pretty much revolved around Pen and Bob’s wedding plans.
“Have you started planning at all, yet?” asked Bob’s grandmother.
“Well…A bit. We haven’t really set a date yet. We’re probably going to hire a wedding planner to help out, since I don’t really know much about weddings,” Pen told her.
“Have you given any thought to the bouquet? You know, once you pick the bouquet, the rest of the wedding theme should match that.” Maggie informed Pen.
“Well…I was thinking sunflowers. I love sunflowers.”
“Oh…” Granny nodded her head and considered it. “That would be nice. You know, you never really see sunflowers in a bouquet, how original.” Everyone nodded in agreement and sat in silence for a moment.
“So, Penelope,” Maggie began, starting the conversation back up. “Are you a virgin?”
Pen had been taking a drink from her glass and choked on her water when she heard the question. She set the cup down on the table with a thump, coughing and holding her chest. Her eyes were wide and she was blinking rapidly.
“I--uh…I--I mean…” she sputtered, not quite knowing what to say.
“Aunt Maggie,” Bob said warningly.
“You know, Bob’s a virgin. He promised me he’d stay one until he’s married, right Bob?”
“Aunt Maggie!” Bob snapped, looking pointedly at Pen, who had begun to blush very deeply and stare intently down at her placemat.
“Just asking, dear. It’s a fair question.” Maggie shrugged her shoulders. Glancing across the table, Pen saw that Margot had narrowed her eyes and was shooting a distinct glare her way. She quickly returned her gaze to her placemat.
Maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea afterall...
I will miss Bob. A lot. A LOT, a lot. I think that my favourite members of my favourite bands are all doomed to leave the bands early. No joke, first Jon Walker leaves Panic! (I could give a shred of a shit about Ryan Ross), then Fall Out Boy breaks up completely, so that counts as Patrick Stump leaving, and now this. My Bob. Sigh. I miss him being around. I hope to see him doing SOMETHING sometime soon. Anyway.
Fun chapter. Go comment por favor. 'Kay cool. Adios. OverAndOutxx
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