"It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he
shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly,
but because he's more myself than I am.”
“Jesus, woman, what are you going off on a psychotic
quoting fit about,” Gavin demanded, and Petey flinched at the harsh abruptness.
She hadn’t realized she was doing a recitation. Or realized she was teetering on the verge of
panic. Her bare heel tapped agitatedly
against the cold tile of Gavin’s bathroom floor.
He ran his pinky along the outer corner of her eye,
expertly smudging the dark kohl eyeliner.
“There's no need to freak out. You’re about to marry rock royalty and one of the sexiest men on the
planet. Just ask People Magazine.”
So casually spoken.
As though there was no pressure involved with that. Marrying
Jon was one thing, but it was finally sinking in that she was marrying a
very public figure. Not that she wasn’t
used to the whole public arena. This was
just a very different type of public.
Delusional women staking imaginary claims on her husband
may take some getting used to. It would
also take some getting used to the ones who would undoubtedly throw themselves
at him. Those were whole new ballgames
for her. Senators didn’t typically draw
that kind of following.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the
same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from
fire."
“You might be whispering, but I still hear you,” he
huffed with a roll of his eyes. Tossing
the eyeliner into the cosmetics box, he asked, “What the hell is that you’re
quoting anyway? I don’t recognize
it. Then again… if it don’t come out of
Cosmo or an entertainment mag, I don’t have much interest in it.”
“Wuthering Heights,” she murmured, batting thick, subtly-glittered
eyelashes at her reflection in the mirror.
Gavin had done a magical job of transforming what she considered boring
blue eyes into an exotic-slash-fun-slash-sophisticated artistry.
“And that relates to the situation how?” A fine eyeliner brush was dipped first in
water, then a jar of pink glitter. With
a steady hand, he accented each of the three lazy-S designs that were acting as
exotic crow’s feet, bracketing both eyes.
The glitter was complementary to the shimmery pink eyeshadow coating her
lids.
“Tragic romance.”
He flicked the diamond bar adorning her eyebrow with
annoyance. “It’s not tragic, for Chrissake. It’s a dream come true!”
“I know that!” The
near-screech stunned Gavin as much as it did her. The anxiety was trying to manifest itself in
an embarrassing display. She had to get
a lid on it.
"If all else
perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were
annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a
part of it."
Scowling, she reluctantly put her face back within his
reach. If they didn’t finish soon, she
was going to be late to her own wedding.
With a look of determined consternation from Gavin, the little brush
acquired another layer of fairy dust.
“Dollface, what’s got you freaking out?”
Petey was grateful that she couldn’t turn her head. It meant that she didn’t have to look him in
the eye. She didn’t know if she could
bear to see the man who’d just spoken with uncharacteristic gentleness and
concern. Her head was in a weird place,
and it was embarrassing. Maybe she could
clear out the ‘crazy’ cobwebs if she admitted it out loud.
“I’m just scared.”
“What’s to be scared of?
He’s the same guy you crawled in bed with last night. He didn’t change in the time we’ve been
here.” He dropped the brush and leaned
away from her with a patronizing frown.
“It would take magic for that to happen, and even a fairy gaymother
isn’t gonna mess with his mojo.”
Still keeping her gaze straight ahead, Petey’s lips twitched
with amusement. As Gavin started the
embellishment process on her right eye, she blandly gave voice to her real
fear.
“I’m a little crazy, Gavin. There may come a time when he gets tired of
crazy.”
“And there may come a time when an Irish man joins
Alcoholics Anonymous, but it ain’t likely.”
He tapped the end of her nose with a bony fingertip. “From what I can tell about your sex life,
it’s off the charts good. A man doesn’t
walk away from good nookie.”
Her lids fluttered shut.
Sometimes he really was over-the-top.
“Marriages don’t survive on sex alone.
Not when sex is on every corner, throwing itself at you.”
“No, but good sex will keep a man from straying. My God, Doll.” He clicked the flat iron together in front of
her face, nearly nipping her nose in the process. “You’re a rich, beautiful genius. You’ve got it all. And…”
The first pass of the iron across her hair sent steam up into the air and
left behind a strip of smooth, glossy black.
“…you aren’t afraid of him and his over-big persona and prick
tendencies.”
“Gavin,” she scolded.
“Hey.” Narrow
shoulders hunched upward, and he continued with the next section of locks. “He’s beautiful and has an ass from God, but facts are facts.”
The chime of a text message coming from her jeans’ pocket
interrupted the half-hearted reprimand she’d been prepared to launch into.
“Easy, there!” Gavin warned when she dipped her head,
looking at the screen. “You’ll make me
singe your ear. Can’t have Bro Jo coming
along and shooting my ass for frying the sweet Pete-tato.”
“You’re a sarcastic smartass.”
His pithy, “Well let’s get CNN on the line for that
groundbreaking discovery,” melted into the background as she read the text.
[2:15 PM]JON: I
wish we were in bed right now.
Her insides warmed, and a secretive smile gave an
alluring curve to her glossy lips. He
was going to be outrageously inappropriate.
It had only been a dozen hours since they’d been wrapped around one
another in a screaming orgasm, yet he was going to start in with racy
innuendo. His voracious appetite and
stamina continued to amaze her.
[2:15 PM]PT: Why?
[2:16 PM]JON: Cuz
I wouldn’t b here waiting for a train wreck.
Her sexual self-esteem took a nosedive. Jon wasn’t suffering from an insatiable
desire for her, he was managing a crisis.
[2:16 PM]PT:
Still can’t reach Richie?
[2:17 PM]JON: I
talked to him. He doesn’t see a
problem. Dumbass.
“What are you sucking air for, Dollface?”
She winced as Gavin tugged her hair into a tight, low
ponytail, unaware that she’d drawn such a noticeable breath.
“Richie doesn’t see a problem with Denny being
there. I guess he isn’t worried about
showing up with his date.”
“Maybe it isn’t a problem.”
“True…”
[2:18 PM]PT:
Maybe it isn’t a problem.
[2:19 PM]JON:
Hope so. Jerry Springer is NOT on the
guest list.
“That’s it, my stunning Tinkerella. You’re done except
for the couture.”
Tucking the phone back into her pocket, Petey glanced
into the mirror. Glossy hair had been
tamed into a sleek, sophisticated ponytail.
Eyes were blah-blue, but adorned with enough black and glitzy pizzazz to
make it work. The rest of her face was
smooth as porcelain, and her lips were the same subtle cotton-candy pink as her
wedding gown. He’d done well. She was a tasteful blend of showgirl, vampire
and bride.
“And lotion.” There
was no way she could walk down that aisle without carrying the delicate, sugary
fragrance that Jon had been so enamored with from day one. This was as good as it was going to get. She smiled up at her friend. “Thank you, Gavin. The circumstances were less than desirable,
but I’m really glad we became friends. I
haven’t had a lot of that in my life.”
His face puckered and he fanned an agitated hand in front
of his face. “Stop that! You’ll make my guy-liner run, you evil bitch.”
The melodramatic man was a God-send for her pre-wedding
jitters. She may not have resolved her
insecurity, but she surely didn’t have time to dwell on it. Dimples digging deeply into her cheeks, Petey
couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “I
can’t have you looking prettier than me on my wedding day. That’s just gauche.”
“Dammit, Dollface, I’m trying to tone it down, but….” He swept his hands down the length of his
body with a Vanna White-worthy flourish.
“…you can only stifle this so
much.”
She laughed out loud, only to laugh harder when he pouted
as though she’d crushed his will to live.
It was sheer luck that she heard the text chime.
“Don’t play the injured party with me,” she laughed,
retrieving the phone from her pocket once again. “You did that on purpose, and you know it. You’re not the cold-hearted bitch you pretend
to be.”
His nose curled with disgust. “Oh please.
Don’t be spreading that vicious
rumor. I have an image and a business to
uphold. People’s livelihoods depend upon
my cold-hearted-bitchiness.”
[2:25
PM]JON: Are you almost here?
“Jon’s wondering where I am. We’ve got to get moving.” Her mother would likely be calling in the next
two seconds as well. They had spoken a
couple of hours ago, and at that point, Teresa was already worrying Petey was
going to be late. The only thing that
had kept her from calling every ten minutes was Gavin snatching the phone away
and informing ‘Mother Teresa’ that things would move a lot faster if the phone
weren’t attached to the side of Petey’s head.
[2:25 PM]PT:
Still at Gavin’s. Getting ready to go
now.
[2:26 PM]JON: :-(
Did he really just send a frowny face? David must have his phone. Had to.
“Dress here or there?” Gavin intervened in her confusion.
“I can’t breathe in that thing for an hour-long car
ride. I’ll get dressed there.” The gown was gorgeous, but it wasn’t designed
with lounging in mind. Or sitting. Or deep breaths, for that matter.
“Then get your shit together and let’s go,
girlfriend. The man will think you’re
leaving him standing at the altar.
Besides, I wanna see what’s going down in Tramp Town.”
Oh how I love the text messages! :D LOVE THEM! Even more than I love Gavin although 'Tramp Town' gave me a big chuckle!! ;)
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Oh, idiot. He's an idiot! Really wish he was in front of my now so I could just slap some sense into him before the wedding. Fortunately, I think Denny is sensible enough she won't cause a scene at the wedding, but it doesn't mean her heart isn't going to be broken. Let's just hope Candace doesn't realize/find out Denny was the first person Richie asked to go as his date.
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I absolutely adore Gavin. I want one of my own. Hmmmm, maybe I can forget all about a certain idiot and become a Gavin-girl. :) Not only do I love his humor, but I love that he calls things the way they are with lines like “It would take magic for that to happen, and even a fairy gaymother isn’t gonna mess with his mojo.” and “He’s beautiful and has an ass from God, but facts are facts.”
I LOVE Gavin, he's adorable!
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the texts. Looks like Jon's a bit antsy ;-)
And I think Jon's right! Richie's a dumbass (...sorry)
Can't believe he's still bringing his date *shakeshead*
Jon is going to flip when he sees her. She is going to be beautiful! This wedding is going to be different and special.
ReplyDeleteLove Gavin!! I love how he calls Tony Bro-Jovi and this line;
Can’t have Bro Jo coming along and shooting my ass for frying the sweet Pete-tato.” --
We could all with a Gavin in our lives.
You know but I am on Richie's side here. I don't see the problem either. He asked Denny, she said no and then has been cold ever since to him and just acting professional. Now, we ladies know it's an act but Richie doesn't. Was he suppose to not ask anyone else? was he suppose to be just on his own "just in case" something happens with Denny? I don't blame him for bringing a date. Sure, it could have been someone better than Candace but his not looking for love with her but a quick screw.
ReplyDeleteI love Jon in this story, he is THE man and I love his brother too. Tony is pretty special too. Much Love Dianne
Can’t have Bro Jo coming along and shooting my ass for frying the sweet Pete-tato.”LLLOOOLLL
ReplyDeleteShe was a tasteful blend of showgirl, vampire and bride. Sounds like Petey through and through.....
You’ll make my guy-liner run, you evil bitch.” Yeah Gavin would be wearing Liner....
Oh Richie, Richie, Richie.... Candace is going to cause you mega pain in the long run. Do you REALLY want her hanging all over you in front of Denny?? Get it together man... Wake up This is your chance!!
Jon is geting antsy.... Love it. and loved the :-( text...
Thanks for the chapter girl. Things are moving along....Bring on the next drama... I'm ready for it... Will it be Petey? Richie? Jon? Denny? Candace? Dottie? Tony? Mother Teresa? Carol? WOW what a list of charecters to pic from.....
Let the countdown begin to the wedding and reception. Apart I want to see how the WHOLE wedding is. See how the kids are doing watching their Dad get married, Petey becoming a step-mother to FOUR children!! Tony and Dorothea together, Denny seeing Richie and Candace together. That should be interesting. Can't wait for the next chapter.
ReplyDeleteI just hope you're not planning to end this with the wedding! The way you are delaying it makes me think you are. As you can see, by the above comments, there is still plenty of interest in this story and there is still plenty of story to tell!!! Tell me it's not ending after the wedding PLEASE!!!!
ReplyDeleteSince you specifically asked.... I can't tell you that. We ARE in the last days of Learning Patience.
DeleteNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
DeleteWhat about Tony and Dorothea? Richie and Denny?
You can't leave us hangig like that!!!!
WHAT?!?! What about Tony and Dorothea's wedding? We need their wedding? What happens when the band goes on tour? Richie and Denny?
DeletePlease I love this story so much, it can't end after the wedding.
THE LAST DAYS OF PATIENCE???? I'll bet there's gonna be a shortage of Xanax tomorrow.
DeleteDo we have a sequel in the making?!?!? Please!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat has to be a sequel! There is so much to cover. We have two more relationships in this story that everybody loves! What is happening to Tony and Dorothea and their relationship? Please tell us that there is a sequel.
DeleteIt's just an example of how much we love your story. We are begging for a sequel! It can not end after the wedding.
NOOOO!! Are you being serious? Then what is happening to the rest of the story? I want to see Jon and Patience as a married couple and how they are husband and wife and her as a step-mom. Tony and Dorothea's wedding? we need them in Greece and at their wedding. Please, there have to be more.
ReplyDeleteI am very sad to see Patience drawing to a close, but I'm sure Blush is already planning a fantastic sequel. (Or she will have a really great way to tie up a loose end-Richie & Denny), before ending the story. Sadly, every great story has to have an ending. I will miss reading this one, and it will probably be one I reread a lot just like a favorite book. I know it's not over yet, but I will definitely be very sad to see this amazing story end. :) :) :)-Sue
ReplyDeleteP.S. I really am hoping for a sequel-maybe it can be a trilogy....:)
What?!? Huh?? Coming to an end? I was so looking forward to the wedding of a certain Anthony TBJ Michael Bongiovi and Dorothea Rose Bongiovi!! There is going to be a sequel, right? really? kind of? Hope So!!
ReplyDelete‘Tramp town’ Bahahahahaha!
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