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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Friday, March 16, 2012

Ch70: Old Enemies



Cindy and Steve walked straight up the bleachers to their parents and the first thing out of Cindy’s mouth was, “Oh, Ms. Meadows, you look beautiful!”

“She certainly does,” Donny said, without thinking.

“Thank you, Cindy, and you too, Donny,” Wendy said, smiling at him.

“Mom,” Steve hissed, “Why are you dressed like that here?”

She looked up at him stunned. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Donny replied, under his breath, but loud enough for Steve to hear.

“You…you’re a mom! You gotta wear jeans and sweat shirts and stuff, not all that makeup and fancy dress and heels,” Steve said.

Wendy laughed. “You sound more and more like Jeffery every day. Sit down, Mr. Grumpy pants, and watch the rest of the game.”

Steve glared at her until Cindy grabbed his arm, pulled him away and sat him down a few seats away from them.

“What? Why are we sitting here?” he asked, his eyes glued to his mother and her way-too-friendly behavior toward Donny.

“I didn’t want them to hear,” Cindy whispered.

“Hear what?” Steve said finally giving her his full attention…well, almost full. He still stole a glance at their parents every few seconds.

“About your mom and my dad. I think they’re friends now,” she said, excitedly.

Steve said nothing, but sat with a scowl on his face.

“I think my dad likes your mom. Isn’t that cool?” she added.

“No, it’s not!” he snapped.

Cindy gaped. “Why not? Your mom is great and my dad’s nice and he needs to start dating and…”

“My mom is married!” Steve snarled.

“She’s separated and that means…” Cindy corrected.

“That my parents are getting back together,” Steve said, fiercely.

“But…I thought separating is just the first step before divorce, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not. They’re…” Steve said searching for right the words. “They’re working things out. They just need time. They will definitely get back together.”

“Oh, okay,” Cindy said. “I guess I have my mom’s sense of romance.” She then laughed.

“What ya laughing at?”

“Well, I just was thinking,” Cindy said, covering her mouth to smother a giggle. “If my dad and your mom got married, you and me would be brother and sister. That’s so funny!”

Steve had never heard anything less funny in his entire life. He sat in stone-cold silence shooting daggers at Donny and wishing Cindy would shut her mouth about the whole thing, but to his dismay, she didn’t.

“Wes would be your big brother and you’d have to get used to him bossing you around, but he’s really nice, so you don’t really hafta worry and I’m not too much trouble, like a sister, I mean…at least that’s what Wes says. If you were my brother, maybe Wes would stop worrying about me getting in with the wrong people. You could protect me instead of him…” she said, giggling again. “At least you wouldn’t be all like don’t go there, Cindy, and don’t do that, Cindy and stuff, you’d be a much easier brother to …”

“Shut up already!” Steve snapped.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked, stunned.

“Shut up about us being brother and sister. I don’t want another sister. I already have two and two is more than enough,” he said.

“Don’t hafta be mean. I was just kidding around,” she said, and for good measure she stuck her tongue out, then turned her back on him, and folded her arm over her chest.

Steve might have been upset about Cindy being mad at him, but he had more important things to worry about…namely Mr. Sebastian stealing his mom away from his dad.

“Oh, no,” Cindy mumbled, hiding her face.

“What’s up?” Steve said, but he soon saw exactly what. Three very annoying girls were heading straight at them and they were smiling at him and totally ignoring Cindy, their supposed friend. He had not forgotten what they did to her and he was pissed as hell about it.

“Hi, Stevie,” Vicky Stratter, Hillary Gillen, and Patty Berg said simultaneously.

“What do you want?” he said, not even bothering to be nice.

“Just saying hi,” Patty said.

“You were so great at the game last week,” Vicky gushed.

“Yeah, just awesome,” Hillary said.

“Yeah, thanks,” he muttered reluctantly. “Now go away.”

“Can’t we... like... hang out?” Vicky asked.

“We were gonna get some ice cream. Wanna come with us?” Hillary said.

“Not if it was the last ice cream ever,” he said.

“Why?” Patty said.

“Cause you were mean to Cindy, that’s why,” he said.

“No, we weren’t!”

“We didn’t do anything to her.”

“So, you didn’t invite her to a party then, uninvited her?”

“No,” they all said, exchanging guilty looks.

“She’s lying,” Patty said.

“You expect me to believe you over her?” he snarled.

“It was just a joke,” Hillary said.

“A joke? You’re so totally lame,” he said.

“We’re still friends, right Cindy?” Vicky said, fake smiling at her for the first time.

“Forget it. She’s never gonna be your friend and anybody that’s mean to Cindy can kiss my ass. So go away and don’t ever let me hear you say anything bad about her. Got me? Good, now go away!”

The girls could do nothing but leave. They didn’t even dare give Cindy the dirty looks they had been giving her all day.

“You tell me if they bother you again, okay?” Steve said. “I hate girls like that.”

Cindy bit her lip and started crying.

“Hey! Whatcha doing that for? They won't bother you again. I swear.”

“They were my best friends…” she mumbled.

“They were never your friends!”

“You didn’t let me finish. They were my best friends, but now I think you are,” Cindy said, wiping away a tear, taking his hand and squeezing it.

Steve suddenly forgot all about his mother and Mr. Sebastian.