Chapter 6: Isabelle
December 24, 2013
Christmas had always been my favorite time of the year every since I was a toddler. Every year my mom would blast Christmas classics through the house while my dad and I decorated the tree. However, unlike most children, decorating the tree wasn't my favorite part... it was preparing the Christmas meal. I remember standing on the step stool on my tip toes watching as my mom worked her, what I call magic, on the meal. As I got older I soon realized it wasn't magic, being that it became my responsibility to cook the meal over time.
Jason had met my parents before, so I wasn't particularly nervous for him to come to Christmas with me. But for some reason this didn't show, because I ended up nagging him and nit picking at him the whole plane ride. My parents lived in Montana. They had moved there a little while after I left and retired there. Originally we lived in DC. We were 10 minutes away from Georgetown, which was why my parents were extremely upset when I got accepted to Georgetown and didn't accept it. I hadn't been to there new house yet but my mom said that it was just a cute little home. Rolling up to there house now I could see how much of an understatement that was. The house itself was a pretty much just a cute little country home, but the land was extremely extensive. Immediately to the right of the house was a garden at least a 1/4 acre big and behind the house was a horse stables and equestrian range. Then looking about a 1/4 mile down their property was a barn. And to add to all this they had a lake that, at the moment, was frozen. The only negative aspect was the weather. Cold couldn't describe it, and I was beginning to think Jason and I's jeans, thermals, and light jackets wouldn't be keeping us very warm. Looking at the property, Jason whispered a. "holy shit" and we made our way up the stairs to the door and pressed the doorbell.
Almost immediately my mom answered the door. "You made it, welcome" she said in her thick French accent, smiling. She first hugged Jason and then me. My mother loved Jason, at sometimes I thought more than me. Ever since July 4th they just clicked. I could swear that if my mom was a cougar and Jason was into that, they'd be the ones dating. But my mom wasn't a cougar; in fact she had been married to my dad for 20 years now. Her name was Lizette, she was a small woman, She had honey brown hair and dark brown eyes and full lips, like me, and she was extremely curvy. She was 43 but somehow didn't look a day over 32. My dad on the other hand was a 6'4 Spanish man. His name was Julio, he had dark brown hair, that I could now see greys in, and eyes the color of evergreen forests. He was fairly tan although some of it had faded since they moved here. He always maintained this ruggedly handsome look, the kind that younger girls loved. ( Much to my mom's distaste) We walked into the house and my dad shook Jason's hand and then took our bags upstairs. My mom took us to the dining room and sat us down.
" So how was your trip?" she said.
"Fine, how do you like it here?"
"Oh Iz I love it. Your father is still adjusting a little bit but I know he loves it too. Did you see it all?"
"Yeah mom its huge, do you even use it all"
"Of course Isabelle. Jason what do you think?"
"It's amazing Lizette. Very gorgeous and I bet even more gorgeous in the summer."
God he was such an ass kisser.
" See Isabelle, Jason is nice, why can't you be more like him"
I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen to let Jason and my mom chat. My dad came into the kitchen and gave me a hug.
" Oh, Que linda Isa! You've grown so much since the last time I've seen you," he frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, "By the time you finish college I'll go completely gray!"
