Hey guys, sorry. That took a very long time to write for some reason.
If I get enough likes/votes or whatsemcalleds I'll write chapter 7(:
Well, here it is now! I am quite surprised with some of my language in this chapter!! Whoaa!! Hahahhah, enjoy, guys(:
"Shit," I said out loud. Carly looked at me and laughed.
"What's wrong, Lexie?" Carly asks, still smiling.
"Emm... Megan? What time do we plan on getting home?" I ask.
"I dunno... probably around midnight, maybe later. Why? You getting bored already?" she asks.
"No, I just... well... nevermind. Sorry I interupted." I say shaking my head.
"Okay..." Megan says, looking confused. But soon she's back to her normal self: bubbly and ignorant, smiling and laughing with the other girls. Our food finally comes and I'm glad because now there's more to do than to just sip my wine awkwardly.
"Mm." Amy says after her first bite. "This is good."
"What is it?" Megan asks, her fork piercing a noodle covered in fetticini sauce.
"I'm not sure, I told them to surprise me." Amy shrugs.
"I think we got the same thing..." I say to Amy.
"What'd you get?" she asks, nodding to my plate.
"I told them to surprise me as well. Maybe their surprises are all the same." I say witha shrug.
"Well it's good, isn't it?" Amy says.
"Really good," I say after taking a bite. It really is rather fantastic.
After we've all finished, we tell Greg to surprise us with dessert.
"First, I'll need to know what you guys are celebrating tonight." Greg says.
"It's her bachleorette party!" Megan says, pointing to me. I smile and give a small wave.
"Well, congratulations. We'll whip something special up for you tonight," he says.
"Thank you," I say kindly. Within five minutes, Greg has returned, carrying a large chocolate cake, which has to be at least three layers.
"Wow," Megan says, stars in her eyes.
"What is it?" I say mesmerisedly.
"'Triple Chocolate Strata', it's a very good dessert for those who enjoy chocolate. I hope none of you are allergic?" he says.
"Oh, no, we're all fine, thank you, Greg," I say politely. Greg nods and walks back to the kitchen.
The cake is already cut, and we're trying to decide to take the pieces off the platter when Greg walks by again. Max stops him and asks if we could have a serving knife.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he says sincerely. He hurries back to the kitchen and within seconds has returned with one. "Here, allow me," he says. He places each slice of cake on each of our plates. We all thank him, to which he apologizes again, and then he's off.
"This looks amazing," Amy says, sticking her fork into the cake. We all take a bite at the same time and the reaction is immediate.
"Oh!" Megan says in unison with Carly.
"Mmm..." Amy says, her eyes closed softly.
"Holy crap, this is delicious," I say with a laugh.
"You've got that right, Lexie," Max says, touching my arm.
"Oh!" I say, touching my arm as well.
"What?" Max says, looking confused.
"Max, I need to talk to you," I say, not being able to hold it in.
"Alright. Go ahead." he says with a shrug.
I hesitate. "In private,"
"I'm not moving away from this cake," Megan says defiantly.
"Fine," I say. I stand up and walk out the door, Max on my heels. It's cold outside, and being in my small dress, I immediately start shivering.
"You're cold," Max observes. "Here, take my jacket." He takes it off and cloaks it on my shoulders. I smile at the gesture and appreciate it; his coat is very warm. Then I remember what's happening to me tomorrow.
"No," I say, taking off the coat and giving it back to him. "I can stand it."
"Max, I don't know how to say this, especially when I'm getting married tomorrow, but... I think, well, I think I love you," I say, wanting to crawl into a hole.
"Did you feel a pull, too?" He asks. Does that mean Max is a werewolf, too?
"What?" I say, surprised. When Max doesn't reply, I decide to answer his question. "Yes, I did feel a pull. In my navel."
"Fantastic," he says. He pulls me forward and kisses me. I forget all about Andrew, all about my wedding, I forget everything. All I can think of is how smooth Max's lips are against mine, which, by the way, is very smooth.
I'm not sure how long this continues, but the next thing I know I'm being interrupted. I pull away from Max and turn to the source that had tapped my shoulder. I gasp.
***
"Andrew, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I kept repeating. I had been crying for the past twenty minutes. After Andrew had found me kissing Max, he had pulled me into his car and was now driving me back to Ben's house.
"I don't want to hear it, Lexie," he says, his eyes looking sparkly.
"Andrew! I - I'm sor - ry!" I say through pants and gasps.
"Lexie,"
"Andrew, I didn't me - mean for it to g - get out of ha - hand like th - that!" I say, sobbing now.
Andrew pulls up to a red light and takes the time to run his hands through his hair.
"Lexie, I know how you feel," he says, and he's crying now. Why is he crying? And how does he know how I feel?
"Lexie, at my party, the guys and I went to a bar, I refused the alcohol, like I said I would, and the guys didn't really care. But the bartender kept on trying to convince me. Eventually, she walked me to a back room and the next thing I know... the next thing I know I'm having sex with someone that isn't my wife." The light turns green and he does a U-Turn to go back to his apartment instead of Ben's house. "The worst part was, I didn't do anything to try and stop it. I just let it happen."
"Andrew, you didn't do worse. You were forced into it." I say, hating myself for what I was about to say. "I actually kind of wanted my situation to happen."
"What?" He said.
"We went to Olive Garden, and Max Haley was with us. And well, just as the appetizers came, I almost touched hands with Max. I was a bit upset that I didn't, but I ignored the feeling. Then, I saw him laughing and I felt a pull in my navel." Andrew looks beaten. "A pull in my navel," I repeat, more for myself than Andrew's sake.
"Lexie, can we still get married?" he asks.
"I hope so," I say, grabbing his hand off the steering wheel and holding it tight. "I really, really hope so."
***
I wake up the next morning to a loud rapping on my door.
"Megan," I mumble. I hear Andrew's soft chuckle.
"Lexie! Are you in there!? Lexie! HELLO!?" she shouts through the door. Andrew quickly gets up and opens the door a crack.
"Megan, we have neighbors!" he snaps.
"Is Lexie th-" the door cuts her off my slamming in her face. I hear the door lock with a click and I laugh. Megan persists though.
"Lexie, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TODAY!" she screams. I sit up quickly and immediately start crying.
"What're you doing in there? Are you crying of happiness?" she calls. Andrew finally decides to open the door.
"Come in," he says rudely.
"Well, we are not in very good moods, today, are we?" she says, taking a look at me. "What happened to you last night? You didn't even finish your cake!" I just shake my head.
"Max didn't come back either! What the hell happened to you two?!" Megan says
"Lexie and I had an emotional night last night." Andrew says defensively. I nod and then put my head on Andrew's chest, still sniffling.
"Wull - what happened?" Megan said, her eyes getting big in what I knew was sincere tenderness and curiosity.
"I'm a dirty, rotten cheater!" I cry out, and then I bury my face in Andrew's shirt, fresh tears cascading down my cheeks onto the soft, warm fabric. "I'm a cheater,"
"I am too," Andrew says, his voice steady.
"No," I say loudly. "Andrew, you are not a cheater. No matter what. You didnt want what happened to you to happen - you tried to prevent it... I encouraged mine..."
"Lexie, stop!" Andrew says forcefully. "Stop it right now! All I know is that I love you," I stare into his hazel eyes. "The main question here is... are you still willing to marry me?"
My eyes burn with tears and I blink multiple times. "Of course. I will always want to marry you,"
"Holy shit, that was the most romantic moment I've ever seen in my life," Megan says after a few seconds. I glance over at her and there are tears in her eyes. "That was even better than when Rachel said she loved Ross in Friends..."
I laugh because Megan has always told me that was her most favorite romantic scene in the history of romance, and I would never have imagined her saying anything is better than that.
"Well, come on, sweetheart," Andrew says, kissing my forehead. "You need to get ready to get married." I kiss his lips softly and then Megan whips me out of the apartment and to her car.