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We stepped out of the car onto the crunchy snow and splintering ice and I loved her. I say that like it was a sudden revelation brought on by Christmastime weather in northern Minnesota, but the truth is I knew I loved her from the days of our childhood when we were in grade school together. Boys are supposed to pull on girls' hair and be general brats when they like a girl at that age, but I gave her a flower for Valentine's Day. And while I'm not as sappy as I once was almost 20 years ago, I still loved her as we stood on the frozen gravel driveway and looked up at the cabin lodge together.
"Your parents aren't up here yet?" I looked back at her and closed the door. I drove, naturally. And then, moving to get our bags, I looked around again, just to make sure. I was under the impression that her parents and family would be here the entire month of December, but apparently nobody had arrived yet. The quarter mile long driveway ended at a large two-door garage on the left and a spacious house on the right, complete with stone and brickwork gardens, capped for winter of course, and a wooden deck on the left side of the house. A large, smiling, Santa head hung in the middle of the railing for the deck, so walking up the stairs you'd make eye contact with the plastic face. Outdoor lights the size of shotgun shells adorned the edges of the house and the deck, just barely starting to glow in the dim light of the early evening. It was a beautiful house, truly. But all I could think about was that I'd get to spend five days in it with Jessica. It was the highlight of every single year.
She stood up out of the car with a mitten between her teeth as she punched out a quick text on her phone. "They are probably out in town. They never tell me anything."
"So. Place to ourselves! What do you wanna get up to?" I joked with her. We had known each other the majority of each other's lives and I don't think that we were capable of taking what the other said seriously, until it was one of those rare friendship-defining moments where everything you say can't be taken anything but seriously. She yawned loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Did sitting in the car for six hours exhaust you?"
"Let's get the bags in and see what we are dealing with. Need to eat eventually." She responded quickly. Every year she and I shared a room, it was her old childhood bedroom actually. Her parents had updated it certainly, so there were no more dolls or school books. Now there were pictures of her and I with the family, a copy of her Diploma for Marketing at University of Minnesota, and, at least at the moment, an air mattress should be waiting on the floor for me. We spent the next 30 minutes unpacking our things. The house was spacious, but Jessica and I had shared a room since high school sleepover days when we would study together.
As soon as we finished, almost to the second, the front door, two floors down, opened and a loud voice called out "Anybody home?" in the way that they knew someone was definitely home.
Jessica bounded out of the room and looked down the staircase that cut through all three floors of the house, leaning over to shout down. "Kevin and I are up in my room!"
Minutes later we were gathered in the living room on the second floor. There was Jessica and I, Tim and Alex, her two dads, Tim's brother Ben and Alex's sister Toni, Jessica's younger brother Jeff and his college roommate Max. Max was the newest addition to the party and so we spent a lot of time talking to him. Turns out he was still an undecided major but he was leaning towards creative writing, a response that was met with an almost imperceptible beat of an awkward silence. Alex and Toni piped up quickly to talk about a friend from theirs back in the day who went on to become a very successful author, but they wouldn't divulge their name no matter what we tried to do. The guesses became more and more ridiculous until someone said "Stephen King" and we finally moved on. Everyone was familiar with me, but I did get to share the fun news this year that I was moving to a new position within my company, something that Jessica was actually more excited about than anyone else. I was going to be the lead of the SEO team. Search engine optimization wasn't that far off from marketing, where Jessica was deeply rooted, working at her family's granite company. The company they built from the ground up and allowed them to afford this fantastic house.
However, while Jessica and I were explaining what a big deal it was, Max let out a very loud yawn and, apologizing profusely, waved it off.. I took the cue and the conversation petered out. I changed the subject quickly. "So what's the plan until Christmas?" I asked more loudly, clapping my hands together as if bringing a meeting to order.
Tim and Alex smiled and responded. "Skiing tomorrow, ice skating the day after, figure you'll be pretty good at that Jeffrey," Max nudged Jeff when they said this, smirking at him. I wondered if Max knew how good Jessica and Jeff were at skating. "Then Christmas Eve we need to bake, Christmas Day we have our meal, open presents, and then watch movies until we pass out in the den, how's that sound?" Alex put his hand on Tim's shoulder and grinned happily, as though he were revealing a grand plan.
"Sounds great to me guys!" Max piped up and said, perhaps a hair too enthusiastically.
That evening was both somehow relaxing and draining at the same time. After a while of chit chat people started to excuse themselves to their rooms. Alex and Tim obviously had one room; it was the master bedroom on the third floor. Jessica and I were facing the sunset on the third floor as well. Max and Jeff were in his bedroom, which was on the second floor beneath his parents, and Ben and Toni each claimed a small guest room on the main floor. Each floor had a bathroom as well, the kitchen and dining room were on the first floor, as well as a nice den. The second floor also contained a large living room with the house's main television and seating area. It was in that room that we all eventually met back again and Ben and Toni led us all in Pictionary before we retired to our rooms for the evening.
On my way back to Jessica's room, where she had retreated several minutes earlier (she and I had a years old agreement that she would go first and I would follow after 10 minutes to give her time to get changed) I was stopped by Max, however.
"Hey, Kevin, right? Can I talk to you a minute?" he got up quickly as I left the room and followed me to the stairs.
"Sure, what's up kid?" I turned around and smiled down at him. He put a hand on his chest and looked at me, with mild offense on his face.
"My name is Max, actually. I'm 19, not 10." He said this in a bit of an unusual way. He did not sound angry, more like it was just a strict correction and there was no real discussion about it. It was a fact. It was also a fact that I immediately thought he was a dick. I lifted my hands to start to apologize but he shook his hands to dismiss this quite adamantly. "I wanted to talk to you about Jessica. You've been her friend for a long time, yes? Can you give me any pointers?"
Time stopped. My stomach fell. I wasn't sure if I was hearing this. It sounded ridiculous. Someone had intentions on Jessica. My Jessica. My best friend, the woman I loved, the woman I trusted. After staring an unnaturally long time, I finally answered. "Yea, we've been friends a long time. But. Uh. That's a bit unco-"
He cut me off and started talking again. "Her dads mentioned you two had known each other since grade school. If you were interested, I figured you'd have made a move by now - so I'm asking for any tricks you know. All in love is fair, after all, yes?"
"You two just met today. How do you know you could even love her?" I responded, a bit more pathetically than I intended to. He looked at me like I had grown two heads.
"You're kidding right? Have you seen that body?"
Truth be told, I didn't think about Jessica in reference to her body very much. It was her soul that I knew and her mind that I loved. "Her body?"
