I Was Made For You

43.

"I am not a dick, I have one, but I'm not one."

ONE AND A HALF YEARS LATER

Emma's POV

I can't believe it's already the end of sophomore year, four months until Junior year begins. I can tell you right now, Junior year is going to be a lot better than freshman and sophomore year, and don't even get me started on what senior year is going to be like.

Not much happened during sophomore year. Justin and I stayed in the same apartment. We've both changed our majors at least eight times, which is lower than the averages changes most college students make. Crazy right? I'm studying fashion design along with Amber while Justin is still in the Literature department, English, but he's taken the editing and publishing course. He's decided that he wants to become a book editor of hopefully many New York Times best sellers. He's still the same nerd I fell in love with two and a half years ago.

But, my nerd still very much so has his sexy side. He's still playing basketball for Notre Dame, and he's totally killing it along with Andrew. They both are starting, much needed players and are known pretty much all around campus, especially during basketball season. Justin secretly loves all the attention though, he's just too much of a "man" to admit it.

As for Amber and Andrew, the two morons wedding is in three weeks. It's been hectic, to say the least. We still have to go dress shopping for Amber, get bridesmaid dresses, all that shit.

I am obviously the maid of honor, while Taylor, Chloe and Amber's cousin Courtney are the bridesmaids. Andrew chose Justin as the best man, and his brother Patrick, Chase and his cousin Brad as his groomsmen. Amber's little cousin, Stephanie who is four, is the flower girl. She's so excited to be in the wedding, cutest thing I've ever seen.

The wedding is here is Massachusetts by the water. It is incredibly beautiful. All this wedding business is getting me excited for when I get married. But I've said before and I'll say it again, I'll be at least 21 when I get married. I've only been twenty for six months, Justin turned twenty three months ago. He hates that I'm slightly older than him, but he can suck it.

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"Dammit Justin stop moving!" I yelled. Justin was being used as a mannequin today. Just for color scheming purposes. Amber and I have a whole outfit due two months into junior year for our design class, but we thought it'd be a good idea to get a little head start.

"Well if you would let me sit down for five minutes I would be able to stand longer!" Justin complained. All he has to do is stand here while I wrap different colored cloths and different cloth textures around him to see what they look like on an actual person, girl or boy, I don't care.

"It'll only take me five more minutes! Take a chill pill bro" I said with a pin between my teeth,

"You said that half an hour ago" he whined. I took the pin and poked him in his leg,

"Stop fucking poking me!" he yelled. He's all mad while I'm sitting here trying not to laugh my ass off.

"Well stop moving and I won't have to poke you! Dick" I muttered.

"I am not a dick. I have one, but I am not one." he said, crossing his arms.

"Your right. Your actually acting like a chick more than a dick." I teased jokingly.

"Just finish what your doing. I have to go to a tux fitting with Andrew in an hour" he said. I just snickered and shook my head.

I was almost done with the last piece of cloth when the door to my room opened,