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Fantasy Romance Archivist
Zachary Carpenter
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
Jenny was hugging him. At first, he stood there, unable to breathe let alone move his arms. But as reality sunk in, he was able to reach his arms up and around her middle and hug her back. How tight was he supposed to hug? Too weak and he came off rude, too tight and he comes off as a creep? Was there a perfect middle. His books never taught him this. Oh god, why didn't they go over these details.
"It's not too bad" Zach said in response to Jenny's outburst that he must be freezing. Yes, he was cold. His nose feeling that slightly runny way it does when your exposed to cold air for too long. But, he would live. The warm air that floated in from the open doorway was inviting though, and Zach wasn't disappointed when Jenny led him inside.
Now getting a proper look at her outfit, Zach swallowed hard. She was dressed in a Christmas ensemble that he would have considered tacky on anyone else, but Jenny made it look radiant. (Or maybe that was just teenage hormones). He opened his mouth to tell her so, but was quickly stopped by the arrival of her parents.
FUCK. He didn't know her parent's were going to be here. Of course they would, it was her house. And during Christmas, most normal families stayed together. Although Zach had to wonder why Jenny had invited him, and some others over, if that was the case.
"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy." Zach politely nodded his head at her parents. He felt like a courting gentleman in a regency era novel. All that was missing was the coat tails and itchy crevat. Only, he wasn't as charming, handsome, and smooth as they were. Looking at her parents, Zach could see where Jenny got some of her features from. It was as if she was a perfect blend of the couple
"I'm from a suburb in Colorado. We moved here back in the fall after my parent's divorce." Zach answered in response to Mr. Kennedy's questions. Her father had an Irish accent, which really surprised Zach. It was really cool though, you didn't meet people with that kind of accent in America as often. "I'm enjoying Joplin so far. Making friends with Jenny has really helped me settle in." Jenny's mom then fawned over him. Quite literally. Calling him handsome and throwing winks at her daughter has she did so. Zach felt himself involuntarily flush at her words. One, because to be fussed over by your crushes mom in front of your crush was embarrassing. But also, because Zach didn't get compliments like this often. Yes, his mother loved him. She just showed her affection differently, and compliments wasn't it. Not to mention, he and Cassidy looked so much like their father, Zach couldn't help but wonder if looking at them made their mom ache with loss.
"T-Thank you..." Zach was able to choke out amid all the words being thrown around. And, although Zach wasn't used to all this attention, he couldn't deny that it felt nice. Everything about the Kennedy's seemed nice. Their house, their daughter, their general vibes... They were...warm. It was something Zach didn't know he was missing until he had it in front of him. As they proffered food and drinks, Zach felt like a cat stretching out and basking in the suns rays. Soaking up everything he could while it lasted.
Zach had just shoved a small appetizer in his mouth (Oh my god it was delicious) when Jenny led him to the den. Jenny handed him a small bundle, and Zach felt his stomach sour. He hand't gotten her anything in return. He hand't thought to. Shit.
"I-I didn't get you anything. I'm so sorry." He felt horrible. Jenny was so kind, and although he felt horrible that he had not gotten her a gift, his heart couldn't help but pound faster at the prospect she had gotten him something. Zach noticed her face was flushed too. Wait...did she...return his feelings? Zach pushed the thought out of his head. How could someone amazing like her, fall for someone like him? No, she was probably too hot (she was very hot). Zach opened up the gift, and looked at the books. He smiled, his eyes feeling ever so misty.
"Thank you. I admit, I'm not familiar with Carver-" He flipped the book over to see if there was a summary or blurb on the back for him to get a feel for the contents. "-but I'm excited to read it. I trust your taste." Behind the short stories was a copy of Withering Heights. "I've been meaning to read this!" Zach said, probably a bit to loudly. It was a classic, and yet he hadn't had the chance to secure a copy of it. Whenever he went to the library it was checked out, or the pages were stained with cat piss. "Thank you!" Taking a risk, he wrapped his arms around Jenny, giving her a quick and hopefully proper hug, before releasing her.
"I'm going to make it up to you, I promise."