A Different Christmas Vacation

Chapter Four

Settling in didn't take long. I put my clothes into the closet on extra hangers separate from the new clothes, then organized my few beauty products in the bathroom. It didn't take long, and when I checked my watch again, only twenty minutes had passed since my incident with Jordan. I was still confused and needed my sister.

I found my way to the hallway where the rest of my family was and knocked on Janice's door. "Hey. What d'ya want?" she asked and went back into her room. I followed and closed the door behind her.

"I have boy problems," I told her as I sat down on a pink fluffy chair that conformed to my body. Why couldn't my room have one of these?

She quickly turned around her eyes almost popped out of her head. "My sister has boy problems for the first time in forever?" she asked and came over beside me and sat down in the white chair.

I nodded. "Big ones."

"Did it just happen?" she asked.

I nodded again.

"So you mean to tell me there's a boy here and I didn't know about him?" she asked.

"Please don't get your hands on him," I said.

"I don't know who I'm not getting hands on yet," she said. "So spill."

"Okay. So I got in my room and stuff and came back to get my bag, but I got lost cause this house is huge. I tapped on this guys shoulder and he turned around. And it was Jordan Jones."

I heard my sister suck in a huge breath. She was going to have a tough time not trying to get at Jordan.

I continued my story. "I asked if he could help me to the front door. We just kind of talked some, and then he asked me if I knew anything about a dinner party. I said I did. He said there was a tux or a suit or something in his room and it said whoever's color matches yours is your date. And we both had sky blue. After that I called Amy. Oh, dammit."

"What?" Janice asked.

"He took my phone!"

"At least it was an old shitty one."

"No it wasn't. There was one waiting for me on my coffee table. A blue iPhone 5C! Damn, I'll ask him to give it back later."

"Okay, go on," she said.

"Right. So we knew we were each other's dates. I called Amy and talked to her about it and she was super excited, especially about the Jordan Jones part. I was getting my key and trying to balance everything, but I dropped everything and my bag was half open so all my stuff fell out. I was picking it up and Jordan just came around the corner. He jogged up to me and picked up my phone and started talking to Amy and he promised her tickets to the next Chicago show for the two of us."

"Lucky," I hear Janice say under her breath.

"But then he hung up. I argued with him about giving us tickets. I said he didn't have to and he did because I was his date. I said what if I was the worst date he ever had? He said my beauty was enough. I picked up all my stuff and stood up. He came closer and cupped my face. He told me I was beautiful, but I panicked and he saw it. He backed, we both apologized, and escaped to our rooms."

"Wow. That's serious problems. You should've let him kiss you!" she said.

"I know, but I've never kissed anyone before. How am I supposed to expect people to realistically think my first kiss was with Jordan Jones?"

"True. Because he's beyond hot."

"And I'm not," I finished.

"You're completely hot. You just hide it with pony tails and fake glasses. Seriously, you are hot. And we're going to make you even hotter. So your dress is sky blue."