20 Questions

Chapter 93

Hunter

The countdown to our wedding is now in single digits. I am nine days away from marrying the love of my life and the nerves have definitely set it. I'm not nervous about marrying Jenna, that's the easy part. I am nervous that something will go wrong with the flowers, the cake, the DJ or the ceremony. I would be happy taking her down to the courthouse to get married, but that's not what she wants and I want that day to be perfect for her. I want it to be everything she envisioned as a little girl. Tyler is set to arrive tomorrow and I have arranged to pick him up from the airport. My boss has been gracious enough to allow me to work from home until after the wedding. He's a good dude and has been supportive of everything since I met Jenna. Then again, I do make him a shit load of money so that may play a key role in why he is so accommodating to me.

Jenna is rushing around the house this morning, late as usual. Her alarm screams at me every morning at six so I really don't know what she does to make herself this late every day. I tell her she piddles and she tells me to go fuck myself. Mornings are great in this house. She is in the bathroom, cussing at her hair and her makeup and probably me for leaving the toilet seat up so I go into the kitchen to make her a lunch. It will be one less thing she has to worry about and honestly, I want to stay the hell away in case she decides she needs to throw a brush at something...or someone. I do love my feisty, fiery little fiancée, but sometimes her temper scares the hell out of me.

She walks into the kitchen looking gorgeous as always - although she won't admit it - and thanks me with a quick kiss for making her lunch. She runs out of the kitchen, reminding herself how late she is as if the ten clocks we have in this house aren't reminder enough. When the front door slams and I am no longer in danger of getting impaled with a tube of mascara, I sit down at the kitchen table and open up my laptop, starting my day of work.

After an hour of answering emails and proposing to my boss that he buy all of his employees dictionaries for Christmas because these dumb fuckers can't spell, my phone chimes. I look down to see my brothers preparing to jump on the last nerve I have left.

Kevin: Hunt, I can't believe Jenna's parents are sending you all to Hawaii. I'm so freaking jealous.

Hunter: I'll be thinking of you guys when I'm sipping fruity cocktails next to a half-naked Jenna in a skimpy bikini, my ass in a lounge chair and my feet buried in the sand.

Bryson: You're a dick.

Hunter: And I'm not even sorry about it.

Justin: How far of a drive is that?

Hunter: I'm not even going to justify that with an answer.

Justin: I meant from the airport to the place you're staying.

Kevin: No, you didn't. Stop asking stupid questions. You've met your quota for the day.

Justin: Whatever. I bet there's a bridge that connects it to the United States. The government just doesn't want us to know about it. It's one big conspiracy. I gotta send you this video I saw the other day about the latest shooting in Nebraska. They're saying that the media made it all up and I can't say that I disagree.

Bryson: I think the televised funerals of those ten people proves otherwise. Stop watching that shit. It makes you sound paranoid and insane. What are you gonna tell us next? That aliens have been spotted at the local Walmart?

Justin: Nah, dude, it was the Peddler's mall. Some guy took a video.

Kevin: Yeah, I saw the video and the guy was on LSD. The only thing he saw were a bunch of hallucinations and the back of a cop car. Since this conversation is killing brain cells, let's move on to more important things. How do you all feel about Tyler's arrival?