A Different Christmas Vacation

Chapter Three

As I navigated my way through my aunt and uncle’s ginormous house, I decided to call Amy and tell her how things were going.

After two rings, she picked up, and very excitedly at that. “How is Music City?!” she answered right away.

“Haven’t even gotten into the city. We went around it when we came down, but I’m in a Music City address, anyway,” I said very sarcastically.

I could practically hear Amy stick out her tongue over the phone. “You know what I meant.”

“And you know what I meant. Your point?”

“Just tell me how it is!” she demanded.

“Fine. Well, we got here about an hour ago. We parked the car, came in, got assigned our rooms, but I didn’t get assigned a room because someone requested mine. And they’re kind of important, so they couldn’t say no to him.”

“Him?”

“Yes, him,” I said.

“Who is he? Is he some hot country singer who’s staying with your aunt and uncle for the holidays?”

“Uh, yes,” I told her.

“Seriously. Are you trying to mess with me?” Amy asked. I could tell she was getting heated up on the other end.

“Well who is he. On a scale of one to ten, how hot.”

“If I told you, I know you’d give him a rate right away. Ten for you. Maybe an eight and a half for me.”

“So who is he?” Amy asked.

“Uh...Jordan Jones.”

Amy screamed on the other end. “Serious. Jordan Jones stole your room? Where are you staying? Did you talk to him?”

“Hold on, one question at a time,” I told her with a laugh.

“Okay, one. He seriously stole your room?”

“Yes, he did. Chloe told me he specifically requested that room and the guitar they were going to let me borrow.”

“And your guitar. Wow, okay. This is a lot to take in. Okay, next question, question two. Where are you staying if he stole your room?”

“Uh, Aunt Chloe said that because we came early, they didn’t have time to write down the change, but the room just across the hall from Jordan.”

“And you’re on a first name basis. Does this mean you talked to him?” Amy asked.

“Yes, I did. I got lost. I didn’t know he was. I tapped on his shoulder and said in my head, ‘Oh my God, I’m talking to Jordan Jones.’ He led me to the front door because I got lost and we talked and he asked me if he knew anything about the dinner party. I said yes. He said there was a note and a suit in his closet. He said whoever’s color matches yours is your date. And...we both had sky blue. So my aunt and uncle set me up with Jordan Jones.”

“YOU GOT SET UP WITH JORDAN JONES FOR A DINNER PARTY!!!” Amy shouted across the phone. I took the phone away from my ear and waited for her to calm down. 

“Yes, that’s right. Glad you know how to hear and repeat like a little parrot!” I teased her.

“Well, what did he say after you figured out you were his date?” Amy asked.

“He said look pretty and walked away,” I told her.

“God, I wish I could be there,” Amy said. “But be pretty is good on some level, although you’re already beautiful. What kind of dress is it?”