FULL NOVELXO That Wedding: Chapter 8
I’ve pushed my run-in with Pastor John to the back of my mind. The man knows nothing. I’m also going to have to find a new church, which sucks because I know practically everyone there. I’ve also decided to push all the wedding planning nonsense to the back of my mind. Phillip and I are gonna have some fun first, and fun begins today with Naughty Dream Week.
I’m super excited about this, but I’m also feeling a little nervous. What if he thinks it’s silly?
Danny told me that Phillip would love it, so I’m going to do it even if it means making a bit of a fool of myself. What do they say about fools in love?
I forget, but anyway.
I want to surprise Phillip, but I also think anticipation is half the fun. So, to clue him in a little, I snuck in the bathroom after he was asleep and wrote in lipstick on the mirror.
You + Me = Dreams
It must be bugging him because he just texted me.
Phillip: Dreams?
Me: Yeah. 😉
Phillip: Like sweet dreams???
Me: More like your dreams!!!
Phillip: I’m living my dream.
Me: Well then, maybe I shouldn’t do it.
Phillip: Do what?
Me: My plan. 😉
Phillip: What plan? You’re driving me nuts.
Me: That’s sort of the point. It is Naughty Dream Week after all.
Phillip: Naughty Dream Week?
Me: Yep. Get ready to live your dreams. And be home by 7. We’re going out for pizza and beer first.
Phillip: Yum. Where are we going?
Me: Johnny’s.
Phillip: I haven’t been there in forever.
Me: I know. 🙂
Phillip: Did I have a naughty dream about Johnny’s Pizza?
Me: I don’t know. Did you?
Phillip: I love you.
Me: You’ll love me more after tonight.
I look a bit ridiculous at Johnny’s. I’m wearing the bombshell bra under a tight little baseball shirt.
And I do magically have amazing cleavage.
Phillip knows that the extra cleavage is kinda fake, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He keeps staring at it.
Probably wishing it were real.
Anyway, I nixed Danny’s idea of shorts because I thought … well, I thought they might prove to make things more difficult, if you catch my drift. So, instead, I’m wearing the teeniest denim miniskirt known to man.
It barely covers my ass, and we’ll hope I don’t have to bend over to pick anything up, or the world will see my blue-and-white-striped thong. Yes, it’s even striped like a pair of baseball pants! I’m totally into this!
I completed the look with tall white athletic socks and these wedged heels that sorta look like tennis shoes. I even did the braids and the baseball hat as Danny suggested. He seemed to get into that part, so I hoped Phillip would have the same response.
I will admit, the overall look is pretty damn sexy.
Or, at least, Phillip thought so when I came out in it.
He whistled at me, and then he asked me very seriously if I was really going to Johnny’s dressed that way.
He said, “You know, it is a family place.”
I took that as a compliment. Figured maybe Danny does know what he’s talking about occasionally. I just laughed and wouldn’t tell him anything else.
Over a pitcher of beer and some yummy pizza, he says, “That outfit is smoking hot, and I’m not complaining, but I don’t get how the whole dream thing fits in.”
I tell him, “Oh, this is just the preparty. Dreams don’t start until after dark.”
He nods in understanding while his eyes happily float back down to my fake cleavage.
I make him drive to the old ball field. We park in the back parking lot, and I spread a blanket over his hood. I pull two Gatorade bottles out of the little cooler I had stashed in the backseat and then hand him a bag of sunflower seeds.
He takes a drink and says, “I think I get this now. And I like.”
We lie there for a while, holding hands, drinking Gatorade, talking, and staring at the stars. When I figure it’s time, I straddle that boy and start making out with him like crazy.
Although this whole dream thing is supposed to be for Phillip’s benefit, I’m really enjoying myself. Phillip has my shirt unbuttoned and is kissing the fake cleavage while I’m trying to undo his pants.
All of a sudden, car headlights wash over us. I see a police car pulling into the lot. The cop parks and turns on his big spotlight. I quickly roll off Phillip and try to button up my shirt.
There goes my big plan.
All we really got to do was make out!
“Oh my gosh, Phillip. It’s the cops!”
To myself, I say, Nothing going on here, Officer. Nothing at all. Just innocently sitting here, looking at the stars.
But then I whisper to Phillip, “Can we get in trouble for this?”
“I don’t think so. We’re not really doing anything wrong.”
“There’s vodka in the Gatorade!”
“We’re legal now, Princess. Chill. I doubt he’ll open the Gatorade. It’s not like we’re sitting here, swigging out of a vodka bottle, and most of the Westown cops are pretty cool.”
An officer shines a flashlight in our eyes and says, “Well, I’ll be damned. JJ Reynolds. How the hell are you?”
“Cookie!”
Cookie is obviously a nickname, but that’s all I’ve ever known him by. He used to play Wiffle ball with my dad on Sundays, and he also helped Phillip get me to the hospital the night my parents died.
“Are we in trouble?” I ask him.
He changes his voice, deepens it, sounding like a tough cop. We can tell he is just teasing us, so we go along with it.
“You kids been drinking?”
I hold up the Gatorade bottle, shake my head, and pray I’m a good liar.
Cookie seems to accept the lie because he says, “Well, how about drugs?”
Phillip smiles and holds up the bag of sunflower seeds.
Cookie finally determines that we’re not in any trouble. “Well, it doesn’t look like it then.” His flashlight trails down my outfit, and he says knowingly, “Some little getup you got on there. Trip down memory lane?”
I laugh nervously. “Sort of. Phillip and I used to come here and stargaze when we were in high school. When we were just friends,” I make a point of saying, so he’ll think that there’s only been stargazing going on.
Like, in theory.
“Heard you two got engaged,” he says with a grin. “Congrats, kids. Have a nice evening.”
We can hear him snickering all the way back to his car.
As he pulls out of the parking lot, I say, “Phillip, I’m so sorry. That totally ruined the mood.”
Phillip gives me a big grin. “Hell no, it didn’t. Almost getting caught just adds to the excitement. Get back over here. I need to finish my dream.”
He quickly undoes his pants and pulls me back on top of him.