"We're getting married!" she was screaming as I walked down stairs with Max. My sister was 21, 4 years older than me, and she was already announcing that she was getting married. My dad was sitting on the couch, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. His balding head seemed to glisten in the dim light that shined in our house. "Should I go?" Max whispered in my ear, as we continued to tread down. "No. Just stay... it can't get any worse than it already is," I said, sternly. My dad saw us both come down and he smiled.
"Max, son, when'd you get here?" he asked, a delightful grin on his face. My dad loved Max and Max loved my dad. "Just a while back. I think you were probably in the bathroom or something. The door was open so I just let myself in," he smiled. "Oh," dad grinned, "well you remember Stacy, don't you?" "I sure do," Max smiled. He turned around and hugged my sister and shook hands with her fiance. "Oh, Pete, this is Stacy's little sister, Zoey," my dad continued. Pete shook my hand with a big grin on his face. Why did he look so familiar?
"Zo," my sister smiled, "I've missed you." And then she looked at Max. I knew what she was thinking. My sister had been at college. When she left, it was the worst thing ever. It was just my dad and I for 3 years. And then Dylan came back recently. Now, she came back with Pete, engaged and jubilant as can be. She was glowing with a new charm she seemed to pick up from college. Or maybe it was just a tan because she had been in Miami for the past 3 years. Max and I were sitting next to my father on the big couch. Pete and Stacy were across from us and were talking endlessly about how they met and when he proposed, blah blah blah. I loved my sister, but the only thing on my mind was Max. I knew he wanted to leave and it seemed rude for him to leave suddenly. It was, what, midnight now?
"Zoey, you're gonna be my maid of honor, right?" she bounced. Her blonde curls danced every time she spoke. I eased my fingers through my wavy brown locks, feeling a little insecure. I nodded, finally, with a wide grin on my face. My dad seemed ecstatic. His little Stacy was going to get married. How sweet.
Max finally found the appropriate time to leave. He awkwardly hugged me goodbye and left quickly. "Max has grown up so much," my sister said, suddenly. Pete and my dad had moved to the living room and were talking about sports. "Yeah," I mumbled. "He's cute, Zo. With his twinkling green eyes, messy brown hair, gorgeous skin, nice body... you know," she joked. She was making fun of me. "So you two are now..." she continued. "No," I said, abruptly, "Max is my best friend. We can't... we can't..." I started to stutter. "Then what was happening?" she smirked. "I don't know. We came back from a party... too many beers. You know how it is," I replied. "Okay, Zo... I saw how he was looking at you. He's in love... with my baby sister," Stacy stated. I shook my head denying it.
"So," she finally said, changing the subject, "where's Dylan?" "At a strip club," I replied, shaking my head. "What the hell?" she announced, shock in her voice, "What the fuck?" She seemed like she was about to flip. I told her to calm down. Dylan was going crazy and he just wanted to relax over there. She wasn't convinced, but she decided to drop the subject and go back to me making love with Max, and having 4 kids, and raising them in the city instead of this dump we lived in.
"Thanks for that wonderful fantasy," I said, "it's never going to happen." She just continued to shake her head, and she pranced off to the living room to see what was going on with daddy and Pete. I raised my eyebrows, and took out my phone. 1 new message from an unknown number.
Remember to be ready at seven, babe. Wear something sexy.