Janet the Yenta

Meet Janet Fummel, the Yenta. She’s the perfect match-maker, because even though she no longer believes in love--not since her parents split up--she can get paid for hooking up others. But when she meets Wes Sebastian she starts to rethink things. Can Wes make her believe in love again?


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©2013 Glory Lennon All Rights Reserved

Friday, March 25, 2011

Chapter 19: Practice makes perfect


“I want to ask you something, but you’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Janet said.

“No, I won’t, cuz I know you’re not stupid,” Wes replied giving her his sexy grin.


“Okay, um…” she said biting her lip. “Do you think practice makes perfect?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“Even kissing?”

He worked his brain feverishly.  What, he wondered, was this about?  “Uh... why do you ask?”

“Just wondering what you think…of um…about kissing me,” she said feigning casual.

He slowed down as the traffic became more congested and waited until he was stopped at a light to answer. “You don’t need practice, Janet, if that’s what you mean. You’re damn good,” he truthfully answered.

“Have you done much kissing?” she asked watching his profile curiously.

He shook his head. “Couple of girls kissed me once, but that’s it,” he said.

“They kissed you? What does that mean? Didn’t you kiss them too?”

“Nope. These two bratty girls snuck up on me and they attacked me,” he said, glowering. “I was ten, so I wasn’t too thrilled to get yucky girls kissing me. Girls have cooties you know!”

Janet giggled. “Um, hate to break this to you, Wes, but I’m a girl, too, so you shouldn’t be kissing me either.”

The light changed and they moved on. “Don’t tell anyone, but I downloaded your medical files before I kissed you. You’re clean,” he said smirking.

Janet burst out laughing. “Good to know!” she said. “So, um…does that mean I’m the first girl you kissed?”

“Yep,” he said, unable to keep from smiling.

“Really?” she asked, astounded.

“I wouldn’t lie to my Yenta.”

 “That’s hard to believe.”

“What? That I wouldn’t lie to you?”

“No, that I’m the only one you ever kissed.”

“Why?” he asked curiously. 

She shrugged. “It’s just…you’re smart and nice and… very cute…and fun. Of anyone, I’d figure you would’ve kissed a whole slew of girls.”

His chest swelled with joy, but he tempered it. “I told you my dad thinks I may be gay cuz I haven’t taken interest in girls yet. What he doesn’t seem to understand is I wasn’t about to go waste a good kiss on just anyone.”

A funny fluttery feeling started in her chest.“But… aren’t I just anyone, too?” she asked.

He took his time answering that one. He needed an answer that wouldn’t get him in trouble. “No, you’re my Yenta. You’re special,” he said confidently.

For a few minutes Janet looked out the window with a crease between her eyebrows. “So, I’m special cuz I’m gonna find you your perfect girl?” she asked, a little confused.

“Frick me,” he muttered, irritated with himself.

“What?” she said looking out the windshield. “What happened?”

“Uh…some guy tried to cut in front of me. That’s all,” he lied.

“Who? I didn’t see anybody,” she said, watching the slow moving traffic. “Where the heck is everyone going on a Saturday?”

“The mall, of course. It’ll be full with high school kids. Don’t you ever shop til you drop? Most girls I know do. Jasmine does. Troy complains about it all the time,” he said.

She made a face. “I already told you. I hate shopping…boring as hell. I’d sooner sit at home and stare at the blank wall.”

He laughed. “I doubt that. You wear nice clothes. You gotta go shopping to get them,” he said logically.

“Why you think Jasmine takes so long to shop? She shops for the both of us,” she said triumphantly.  "I do absolutely nothing and clothes just show up in my closet. It's the best!"

"I bet," he said laughing.

"And crazy thing is she loved doing it. She’s nuts, I tell ya!”

 “Oh, Troy’s gonna beat you up. He says she spends more time shopping than she does with him. He’s got you to blame for it!”

“Oh, please!” she retorted rolling her eyes. “They see enough of each other as it is. He practically lives at our house.”

“Guess you don’t like him much,” he said.

“Oh, he’s all right, I guess. It’s just annoying seeing them groping each other all the time. I mean, get a room, have sex already and be done with it.”

“What makes you think they haven’t?” he asked casually.

Her eyes widened dramatically. “Troy saying they have?” she shrieked.

“No! Not at all,” he said quickly. “I just…well, how do you know what they’ve done? Would Jasmine tell you something like that?”

“Well, yeah! She tells me everything. She’ll probably not have to though. I’ll just know,” she said.

“Really? You’re that close?” he said incredulously.

“Wes, we’re twins! How many times do I have to tell you?”

“I know you’re twins. That doesn’t mean you tell each other everything.”

“We can practically read each other’s thoughts. It’s almost impossible to keep a secret from her, so I don’t bother and neither does she.”

“Wow, but you’re so different I just…”

“Really we’re not that different.”

“You are, Janet. You’re like day and night,” he insisted.

She stared at him awestruck. “You’re the only one besides my fath...my family who says that,” she said. “And you barely know me.”

“I do know you…now. And that’s not true anyway. Troy says it all the time. He loves Jasmine but he…” Wes stopped and nervously glanced toward her.

She grinned. “He hates me. You can say it, it’s okay. It’s cuz I tease him all the time,” she said giggling.

 “Maybe,” he said.  “I didn’t think she would tell you when she has sex. It’s so…private. Would you tell her?”

“Me? Won’t have to. I’m never having sex,” she said so absolutely Wes took his eyes off the road to stare at her. “Wes, watch it!”

He braked in time to miss hitting the car in front. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Geez, Wes, you want to crash your car?” she said gaping at him.

“No, you…you just…surprised me,” he said frowning slightly.

“Why? Cuz I’m never having sex? ”

“Well, yeah. That’s just not a normal thing to say, Janet,” he replied.

“Since when am I normal?” she said grinning.

“I guess you mean until you get married then?” he said.
“Nope, never doing that either.”

This was too much. He abruptly turned into the parking lot of a car dealership and stopped the car next to a long row of  Toyota Cambrys. He was getting some serious answers out of Janet and he was getting them now.