Read My Life With the Walter Boys Online

Authors: Ali Novak

Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Love & Romance, #Social Issues, #Dating & Sex

My Life With the Walter Boys (21 page)

***

“Oh no,” Alex said to me, his voice low. “This looks bad.”

The next morning as I peered down the front hallway into the kitchen, I couldn’t help but agree. Katherine was hovering over the table with a finger pressed to her temple. Spread out before her was what looked like a year’s worth of old bills and receipts.

“Watch out,” Isaac said. He was leaning against the counter, eyeing his aunt warily as he waited for a pot of coffee to brew. Alex and I had slipped into the kitchen unnoticed and were standing next to him. “She’s on a rampage.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, opening the fridge to find the creamer.

“The florist for the wedding called today and said they still haven’t received payment,” he explained, pulling two mugs out from the cabinet above his head. “She’s convinced the check was already sent in, so she’s tearing through everything looking for the confirmation slip.”

“That’s not good,” I replied.

But I wasn’t just worried about the florist. Katherine and George were supposed to be leaving for the weekend—their twenty-second wedding anniversary was tomorrow, and George had planned a romantic getaway for the two of them. But with Will and Haley’s wedding looming, Katherine had been more stressed than ever. From the look on her face, I could tell that going on vacation was the last thing on her mind.

“Not at all,” Isaac said, pouring the steaming brown liquid into two cups, one for him and the other for me. “And if you’re looking for the creamer, it’s behind the ketchup.”

With his directions, I located the bottle behind the sugary red sauce, next to the pickle jar. Taking it out, I slid the cream across the counter toward Isaac.

“Grab me a Kickstart, will you?” Alex asked before I shut the door. It wasn’t hard to find one of the bright neon cans, and nose wrinkled, I wrapped my fingers around his favorite form of caffeine. Popping the tab, he chugged half of it in one slip. Seriously, he was going to have a heart attack at the age of twenty.

As I was closing the fridge, a magnet holding a piece of paper caught my eye. “Isaac, you said she’s looking for a confirmation slip?”

“Something like that,” he replied. He was focused on scooping the perfect amount of sugar into his drink.

Upon further inspection, I noticed that someone had arranged a series of alphabet magnets into an insulting sentence. It read:
Cole
is
a
dillhole
. Under the bright orange letter D was a pink slip, and even though the loopy script was hard to read, I could just make out the word
florist
. Tugging the plastic magnet away from the fridge, I took the receipt and went over to the table.

“Katherine,” I asked, holding it out for her to see, “is this what you’re looking for?” At first, when her eyes glanced over the paper in my hand, I thought she was going to burst into tears. Instead, I was pulled into a tight hug.

“You, my dear, are a lifesaver,” she said. Then, taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone and punched in a number.

“What’s going on?” Cole asked, noticing the mess on the table as he and Danny stumbled into the kitchen still half asleep. Nathan wasn’t far behind them, a tuft of hair sticking up at the back of his head as he stretched.

“Wedding crisis,” Alex responded, crushing the empty Kickstart can between his hands. “It’s been averted.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Nathan said, pulling out one of the barstools and plopping down at the counter. “Hey, Isaac, want to pour me a cup?”

“Since when do you like coffee?” Isaac asked, but he grabbed a third mug anyway.

“I don’t, but my earplugs are missing and Alex was up all night playing that annoying game.”

“Shhh,” Alex said, slapping his brother on the arm as he glanced at Katherine. But his mom didn’t notice as she paced the kitchen floor, talking in a fed-up tone.

“Earplugs?” Isaac asked then. “I think Zack might have had a pair shoved up his nose yesterday.”

“What?” Nathan said, looking pissed. “Why did he do that?”

His cousin only shrugged. “How am I supposed to know what goes on in that kid’s brain? He’s a strange one.”

“Okay, okay. Thank you.” Looking slightly less stressed, Katherine hung up the phone, only to have her moment of peace interrupted by the doorbell. “Oh, they’re early!” she exclaimed, patting down her hair as she ran to the front door. Not long after that, she ushered Will and Haley into the room, both with suitcases clutched between their fingers. “You two are sweethearts for coming on such short notice,” she said, and started sweeping the pile of papers on the table into a manila folder.

“Mom, don’t worry about it,” Will responded as he set down his stuff. “It’s the least we can do.”

At that moment, Jack and Jordan entered the kitchen, and upon seeing Will, they dashed across the floor.

“Will! Will!” they both shouted. “What are you doing here?”

“Spending the weekend. Haley and I are staying over to watch you rug rats while Mom and Dad are on vacation.”

Cole, who was chugging out of the OJ container, sprayed a mouthful of juice down his shirt. “What?” he demanded, turning to his mom. “Why does he need to be here? I’m eighteen.”

“Cole, did you honestly think I would leave you in charge?” Katherine asked, half distracted. One of the kitchen drawers was pulled open, and she was rummaging through the files inside. “Where is it?” she said to herself. “I swear I put it here.”

“Darling,” George said, as he slid open the back door. From the sweat glistening on his face, I could tell that he had been doing work around the ranch. “Are you still looking for the florist’s receipt? We need to leave soon and you’re not packed.”

“What?” Will asked, giving his mother a look. “You’re not packed? Go get ready.”

“Will,” Katherine said, not bothering to look up. “I don’t think you understand how much I still need to get done for the wedding. It’s less than two weeks away, and I don’t know if I have the time to go on this vacation.”

I didn’t doubt it. In the past month, Will had stopped by to help with the arrangements, but since Katherine was hosting the backyard wedding, she was the one with the most work.

“Then give us something to do,” Will said.

“Yes,” Haley said a moment later. “We’d love to help.”

“That’s really sweet of you both, but these are things that I need to get done myself.”

“Kitty,” George said, sounding exasperated. “Let the kids help. We’ve been planning this trip for a while.”

“And I’ve been planning this wedding for the past sixteen months! I will not let it be a total catastrophe.”

“Mom,” said Will, coming up behind his mother to give her a hug. “I think you need to relax.”

She shrugged him off. “How can I relax when I have a to-do list that’s a million miles long?” she cried, pulling her hair.

“Katherine,” I said, trying to get her attention.

She was back to riffling through the drawer, even though the thing she was searching for hadn’t been there the first time she looked. “I’m just too busy,” she muttered again.

“Katherine!” I said, raising my voice. Everyone looked at me, but I ignored the surprised expressions, choosing to focus solely on Mrs. Walter. She was starting to slip into panic mode, a habit I recognized from my mother, and I needed to calm her down before she broke down completely. Her head turned at the sound of my voice, and as if in a daze, she looked at me with her mouth half open.

“What do you have to do?” I asked her, my voice slow but direct.

“Pardon?” she asked.

I rephrased my question. “What needs to get done so you’ll feel comfortable leaving for vacation?”

“Oh well, I don’t know if that will be possible. The seating chart has to be arranged and ceremony programs need to be typed up. Honey, I don’t understand why you want to know—”

“No,” I said, cutting her off. “Just keep talking.”

“All right,” she said hesitantly. “I still can’t find the…” And she dove into a mental catalog of all her different chores.

“Someone pen me,” I muttered, holding out my hand as she continued to list the tasks. Nathan responded, slapping the ballpoint from his pocket into my hand. Grabbing the morning paper, I started to scribble a list on the edge of an article. It wasn’t as neatly organized as one of my own to-do lists, but it would suffice.

When he realized what I was doing, George directed his wife to one of the kitchen chairs and made her sit down, keeping his hands clamped firmly on her shoulders. Then he told everyone else to sit down.

“Listen up, crew,” I said a few minutes later, after reading over everything I’d written down. “This is how it’s going to work.” I looked from one Walter boy to the next to make sure they were paying attention. “Cole and Isaac—you have yard duty. The lawn has to be mowed, the hedges need to be trimmed, and the garden is in desperate need of weeding. Jack and Jordan, since you’re good with editing, you’re in charge of putting together the picture slide show of Will and Haley for the reception. No funny business either because I’m going to look over it when you’re done. Danny, someone needs to pick up Haley’s dress from the boutique, and Nathan, I want you to call all the vendors and reconfirm arrival times.”

When I was done talking, everyone stared at me. “Are you all deaf?” I demanded. “Come on. We have work to do.”

All the boys scrambled to their feet.

“Amazing,” Alex said, once everyone was out of the kitchen.

“That was nothing,” I told him. He had never seen me in my glory days, organizing one of my mother’s fashion shows or charities.

“Is there anything left for me to do?” Katherine asked, looking uncertain. “I could write out the placeholders—”

“Yes, Katherine,” I said, pulling her to her feet and shoving her out of the kitchen. “Go pack. You have a vacation to enjoy.”

***

“I bet Cole is totally pissed right now,” Alex told me later that day. We were in his room, and I was snuggled down into the pillows on his bed. I could smell the detergent that Katherine used to clean the sheets, along with Alex’s musky scent. My anatomy book was propped up in front of me, and we were supposed to be studying together. But as soon as Alex heard the garage door close, indicating that his parents had left for vacation, he’d logged on to his computer to play
GoG.

“How come?” I asked, flipping to the end of the chapter to see how many more pages I had to read.

“We always throw an end-of-the-year party. It was supposed to be tonight, but with Will babysitting, I don’t know if it will happen.”

“But what about exams?”

“What about them? We have the next two weeks to study.”

“Okay. So what’s he going to do?” I asked, even though the prospect of a party made me nervous.

Alex shrugged. “I don’t know, but he’ll think of something. There’s no way Cole will turn down a chance to show off.”

I tried to go back to studying then. If there was going to be party, I knew Riley, Heather, and the rest of the gang would want to come over and I would get nothing done. After ten minutes of rereading the same passage, I slammed my book shut, unable to concentrate with the annoying music coming from Alex’s computer.

“Alex, do you have to play that right now?”

“Yup,” he said, grinning at me. Somehow, even though I was slightly annoyed, his smile made my stomach flutter. Alex was too cute for his own good. “And now that you’re my girlfriend, you should start playing
GoG
too.”

I snorted. “I have no problem with your obsession, but online gaming isn’t really my thing.”

“But think about how much fun it would be. We could conquer the entire continent of RuWariah together.”

“Shouldn’t you be more focused on studying?” I didn’t have a clue what the RooWar place was, but I knew that I had no desire to conquer it. “Two weeks of studying isn’t much.” Knowing Alex, he wouldn’t even start studying until the weekend before. That would leave him with no time to properly prepare. The thought made me nauseous.

“Jackie, stop worrying so much.”

“We only have fourteen days,” I pointed out. “Come on, Alex. I saw your grade on the last anatomy test. You’re going to need at least a ninety on the exam to even think about getting a B in the class.”

“That’s okay. I’m fine with a C.”

At this, I felt uncomfortable. How could he be so unconcerned about not doing his best? “Well,” I said, taking a different approach. “We need to start thinking about where we’ll apply for college. If you want to get into a good school, your transcript will need to be polished.”

“That’s not a problem. I’ll just go to the local community college like Will.”

“But don’t you want to go somewhere more…prestigious?”

“Like where? Yale? Jackie, my parents can’t afford that.”

“But if you worked hard and got good grades—”

“I’m a geek, not a brainiac. No school is going to give me a scholarship,” he said. Three seconds later, “Argh! Damn these undead priests that keep respawning.” His fingers were pounding away at the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen.

I became quiet. I didn’t understand how Alex could be okay with settling for less than the best. Snapping my textbook shut, I untangled myself from the bed and stood up. Yes, living with the Walters had taught me how to loosen up, but that didn’t mean I was going to let my grades go slack.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“Um—yeah, fine,” I said, picking my way across the littered carpet. “I’m going to head back to my room. I really need to finish reading these chapters before tonight.”

Alex swung around in his computer chair. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

I offered him the best smile I could muster. “Just nervous about these next two weeks. Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, are you going to come to the party?”

If I could avoid it, then no, but something told me that wouldn’t happen. “Of course,” I told him.

“Awesome. See you then.”

***

Sure enough, four hours later, I was watching my friends get ready for the party.

“Tonight is going to be to die for, y’all!” Riley gushed, sounding more twangy than usual.

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