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Bob heaved himself out of his bed after hanging up with Frank, going out into the hallway and bumping into Margot.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She covered his hand with hers and smiled up at him, moving closer.
“It’s fine. I was just looking for you. Do you remember when we used to go to the meadows and park and watch the sun set when we were teenagers?” She gazed up with her big blue eyes into his.
“Uhh…Yeah. I guess I remember.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He felt a blush creeping up in his cheeks.
“Well, the sun’s getting pretty low in the sky. I was wondering if, for old time’s sake, you’d wanna go out to the meadow to watch the sunset, just like when we were kids.” Margot smiled sincerely up at Bob, hope shining in her eyes.
“Well…uhh…” Bob cleared his throat. What was he supposed to say? “I…I don’t think Penelope--”
At that moment, Pen walked up the stairs, glared at Bob, scowled at Margot, and disappeared into the room that she shared with her fiancé, only to come out again minutes later with a book and stalk down the stairs once more, ignoring the other two people in her presence. Bob’s brow furrowed and he looked back at Margot.
“That sounds great. I’d love to.” So Penelope was going to act like a child and ignore him? Fine, he’d just go out with Margot if she was in such a bad mood, see how she liked that.
“Great! Let’s go!” Margot grabbed Bob’s hands and pulled him down the stairs with her. Just as they were running out the door, Aunt Maggie stopped them.
“Oh, Bob! I know you’re going to hate hearing this, but nobody else is going to be able to make it! All the rest of the family made other plans, or can’t make it, or whatever else. Isn’t that a shame?”
“Oh yeah, that’s awful,” Bob lamented, secretly glad that he wouldn’t have to deal with more of his family than he was prepared to handle.
“Such a shame to have an empty house on Christmas,” Maggie sighed, shaking her head sadly.
Bob looked up. Now was as good a time as any. “Speaking of,” he began, addressing his aunt. “I was wondering if maybe I could invite the other guys in my band over for Christmas. You know, none of them are going to spend it with their family, and if you can’t be with your family, be with your friends, right?”
The smile returned to Maggie’s face. “Oh, that would be lovely! I’d love to meet your friends! That would be lovely, Bobby. What a nice idea.” She was off, recreating plans for a larger party.
Bob sighed, not sure if it was in relief or anxiety; Frank’s plan was set into motion. He’d call him later. “Great,” he said absent-mindedly.
“Yeah, great, now let’s go!” Margot yanked him out the door.
“Hey, Maggie,” Pen said as Bob’s aunt entered the kitchen. Pen had poured herself another glass of eggnog and was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed. Now, if only she could push it a little farther… “Who just left?”
“Bobby and Margot went somewhere,” Maggie answered, still planning for having more people than she’d expected in her house.
Pen’s stomach dropped. He and Margot just left together? And he didn’t even tell her. She sat at the table with her book and eggnog and tried to read, but couldn’t concentrate. After twenty minutes of reading the same paragraph over and over again, she sighed dejectedly. She picked up her phone and dialed Bob.
“Hello?” he answered on the last ring.
“Bob,” Pen said.
“Hello, Penelope,” he said, somewhat coldly.
“Where are you?”
“So now you’re talking to me? I thought you were ignoring me.”
“I was not ignoring you,” Pen grumbled sourly. “I was just upset, and my mood wasn’t improved by seeing you with Margot and her hands all over you. And now you’ve just left with her to go God-knows where, and you didn’t tell anyone. You call me childish, Robert, but you’re the one acting like a kid about this whole thing. The least you could do is tell your fiancée that you’re going out.”
“You’re just being jealous, Penelope--”
“It’s not about jealousy, Robert! It’s about you leaving and telling no one that you left. I don’t know where you are, why you left, I didn’t even know that you left until Maggie told me! It’s not about me being jealous right now, it’s about communicating. That’s what couples do; you love someone, you don’t let them worry about where you are.” Pen got up to get more eggnog.
Bob felt bad; she was right, he knew. She was completely right, and he had just been a huge douche about the whole thing. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “You’re right, Penelope,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry. I was being very immature, especially in not telling you where I was going.”
“I’m sorry too,” she sighed, taking a sip of her alcohol. “If I hadn’t been acting childish, you probably would have told me you were leaving.”
“Let’s agree to forgive each other,” Bob suggested, Pen nodding.
“Def’nit-ly,” she slurred slightly. The alcohol was getting to her.
“Are you alright?” Bob asked, concern evident in his voice.
“Mmm…Just fine, honey.”
“Well…I’m just out with Margot. We should be back soon, though.”
“Hmm…okay, honey. See you then. Love you.”
“Love you.”
“Bye.”
Bob hung up the phone, looking back out at the sun setting on the green field where teenagers typically went to hook up.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Margot asked quietly, scooting closer to Bob.
“Yeah, beautiful,” Bob said absently, unable to shake the feeling that something had been a little off with Penelope on the phone.
“So romantic,” Margot continued, laying her head on Bob’s shoulder. He shrugged it off and scooted away.
“Yeah…” he said uncomfortably. “I should bring Penelope here.”
“Shh…don’t think about Penelope,” Margot pouted, following Bob and crawling into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down into his face. Before Bob could gain his bearings, she was catching his lips in a kiss, shoving her tongue in his mouth.
Once Bob was able to comprehend what was happening, he pushed her roughly away and wiped his mouth, standing up and backing away. “Margot!” he yelled, angry. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t feel something, Bob,” she said calmly, still sitting in the grass.
“I’m not pretending, because I don’t feel anything for you, Margot. I love Penelope. I’m marrying her, not you. The sooner you understand that, the sooner you’ll be able to move on from something that shouldn’t have even happened in the first place; I have.”
Margot finally frowned, standing up as well. “Whatever, Bob. You can’t resist me forever. That Pen doesn’t know you like I do.”
“I’m going home, Margot. I’ll see you later,” Bob said, walking away. He walked all the way back to his aunt’s house, debating about whether or not to tell Penelope.
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“Oh, sorry,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She covered his hand with hers and smiled up at him, moving closer.
“It’s fine. I was just looking for you. Do you remember when we used to go to the meadows and park and watch the sun set when we were teenagers?” She gazed up with her big blue eyes into his.
“Uhh…Yeah. I guess I remember.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He felt a blush creeping up in his cheeks.
“Well, the sun’s getting pretty low in the sky. I was wondering if, for old time’s sake, you’d wanna go out to the meadow to watch the sunset, just like when we were kids.” Margot smiled sincerely up at Bob, hope shining in her eyes.
“Well…uhh…” Bob cleared his throat. What was he supposed to say? “I…I don’t think Penelope--”
At that moment, Pen walked up the stairs, glared at Bob, scowled at Margot, and disappeared into the room that she shared with her fiancé, only to come out again minutes later with a book and stalk down the stairs once more, ignoring the other two people in her presence. Bob’s brow furrowed and he looked back at Margot.
“That sounds great. I’d love to.” So Penelope was going to act like a child and ignore him? Fine, he’d just go out with Margot if she was in such a bad mood, see how she liked that.
“Great! Let’s go!” Margot grabbed Bob’s hands and pulled him down the stairs with her. Just as they were running out the door, Aunt Maggie stopped them.
“Oh, Bob! I know you’re going to hate hearing this, but nobody else is going to be able to make it! All the rest of the family made other plans, or can’t make it, or whatever else. Isn’t that a shame?”
“Oh yeah, that’s awful,” Bob lamented, secretly glad that he wouldn’t have to deal with more of his family than he was prepared to handle.
“Such a shame to have an empty house on Christmas,” Maggie sighed, shaking her head sadly.
Bob looked up. Now was as good a time as any. “Speaking of,” he began, addressing his aunt. “I was wondering if maybe I could invite the other guys in my band over for Christmas. You know, none of them are going to spend it with their family, and if you can’t be with your family, be with your friends, right?”
The smile returned to Maggie’s face. “Oh, that would be lovely! I’d love to meet your friends! That would be lovely, Bobby. What a nice idea.” She was off, recreating plans for a larger party.
Bob sighed, not sure if it was in relief or anxiety; Frank’s plan was set into motion. He’d call him later. “Great,” he said absent-mindedly.
“Yeah, great, now let’s go!” Margot yanked him out the door.
“Hey, Maggie,” Pen said as Bob’s aunt entered the kitchen. Pen had poured herself another glass of eggnog and was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed. Now, if only she could push it a little farther… “Who just left?”
“Bobby and Margot went somewhere,” Maggie answered, still planning for having more people than she’d expected in her house.
Pen’s stomach dropped. He and Margot just left together? And he didn’t even tell her. She sat at the table with her book and eggnog and tried to read, but couldn’t concentrate. After twenty minutes of reading the same paragraph over and over again, she sighed dejectedly. She picked up her phone and dialed Bob.
“Hello?” he answered on the last ring.
“Bob,” Pen said.
“Hello, Penelope,” he said, somewhat coldly.
“Where are you?”
“So now you’re talking to me? I thought you were ignoring me.”
“I was not ignoring you,” Pen grumbled sourly. “I was just upset, and my mood wasn’t improved by seeing you with Margot and her hands all over you. And now you’ve just left with her to go God-knows where, and you didn’t tell anyone. You call me childish, Robert, but you’re the one acting like a kid about this whole thing. The least you could do is tell your fiancée that you’re going out.”
“You’re just being jealous, Penelope--”
“It’s not about jealousy, Robert! It’s about you leaving and telling no one that you left. I don’t know where you are, why you left, I didn’t even know that you left until Maggie told me! It’s not about me being jealous right now, it’s about communicating. That’s what couples do; you love someone, you don’t let them worry about where you are.” Pen got up to get more eggnog.
Bob felt bad; she was right, he knew. She was completely right, and he had just been a huge douche about the whole thing. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “You’re right, Penelope,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry. I was being very immature, especially in not telling you where I was going.”
“I’m sorry too,” she sighed, taking a sip of her alcohol. “If I hadn’t been acting childish, you probably would have told me you were leaving.”
“Let’s agree to forgive each other,” Bob suggested, Pen nodding.
“Def’nit-ly,” she slurred slightly. The alcohol was getting to her.
“Are you alright?” Bob asked, concern evident in his voice.
“Mmm…Just fine, honey.”
“Well…I’m just out with Margot. We should be back soon, though.”
“Hmm…okay, honey. See you then. Love you.”
“Love you.”
“Bye.”
Bob hung up the phone, looking back out at the sun setting on the green field where teenagers typically went to hook up.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Margot asked quietly, scooting closer to Bob.
“Yeah, beautiful,” Bob said absently, unable to shake the feeling that something had been a little off with Penelope on the phone.
“So romantic,” Margot continued, laying her head on Bob’s shoulder. He shrugged it off and scooted away.
“Yeah…” he said uncomfortably. “I should bring Penelope here.”
“Shh…don’t think about Penelope,” Margot pouted, following Bob and crawling into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down into his face. Before Bob could gain his bearings, she was catching his lips in a kiss, shoving her tongue in his mouth.
Once Bob was able to comprehend what was happening, he pushed her roughly away and wiped his mouth, standing up and backing away. “Margot!” he yelled, angry. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t feel something, Bob,” she said calmly, still sitting in the grass.
“I’m not pretending, because I don’t feel anything for you, Margot. I love Penelope. I’m marrying her, not you. The sooner you understand that, the sooner you’ll be able to move on from something that shouldn’t have even happened in the first place; I have.”
Margot finally frowned, standing up as well. “Whatever, Bob. You can’t resist me forever. That Pen doesn’t know you like I do.”
“I’m going home, Margot. I’ll see you later,” Bob said, walking away. He walked all the way back to his aunt’s house, debating about whether or not to tell Penelope.
I've been uber-busy, but here's a quick chapter. Enjoy! OverAndOutxx
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