A Pleasant Surprise

For Christmas break, Fred and I went our separate ways and headed home. We had plans for him to come to my place the weekend before classes began. As the days counted down, forecasts for snow, ice, and other freezing precipitation were issued; but nevertheless, the plans to come were still "a go." All afternoon Wednesday, I kept checking the forecast and saw the threat of ice on bridges was imminent. So... I picked up the phone and called Fred to tell him that he did not need to come. There was no reason for him to risk his health or car just to see me only three days before we would see each other anyway.

That Thursday, I will admit that I was pretty ill... and unbearably bored. I did everything I could to keep myself busy: vacuumed, washed dishes, washed clothes, cleaned up this and that. He called that night just to check in and told me that he was going back to Mobile on Saturday. I received a call again Friday night. When the conversation came to an end, I jokingly (but hopefully) said, "Hey, why don't you just keep driving to my place." I was instantly shut down by, "Jaclyn, I need to be met halfway."

Saturday rolls around, and my mom and I have plans to clean the church first thing in the morning. That, of course, takes longer than expected. We got back to the house around 12:30 p.m. and took time to eat lunch. While I was busy taking a shower, Fred had called me. I noticed the missed call after I got out and called him back. The reception was horrible, and the conversation did not last long at all. I then immediately went to dry my hair.

I called Fred back right after I was done... no answer. Then he calls me back shortly after. The reception was awful, and I ended up hanging up. It was not five minutes later that I heard a door close followed by a knock on the door. "Who is that??" I wondered. "Hummy?" I ran to the window... no car. So I looked at the door... I see a black jacket. "FRED?!" I thought. The door was opened only to see this handsome boy with a huge smile on his face. The only thing I could say was,"What are you doing here? ... what are you doing here?" The pieces started coming together. The reception was horrible because he was close my house. He shot down the whole driving-to-DeKalb thing so that I would have NO clue what he was planning. Needless to say, he made my weekend... well, my week.