I Was Made For You

44.

"tits mcgee"

Justin's POV

"Man, I can't believe your getting married" I shook my head. Me and the rest of the guys were on our way to getting our tux's fitted.

"I know right? Two years went by fast" Andrew laughed.

"My little brother is getting married before me. This is bullshit" Andrews brother Patrick said.

"Well maybe if you stopped fucking around and ask Diana to marry you already you wouldn't look like such a slacker" Andrew teased.

"What about you Justin, your not getting married anytime soon right?" Patrick asked.

"Nahh, Emma doesn't want to until she's at least twenty one or twenty two. So we've still got a little time" I chuckled.

"Well seeing as we can't go to Vegas for my bachelor party. We're going for yours since we all will be legal. No if and's or but's about it" Andrew said.

"Good luck trying to convince the girls to actually let us go" I sighed,

"We'll pull a hangover, say we're going to Napa Valley, wine country." he joked.

"What are you going to do for yours now? Seeing as Vegas is shot" I said.

"Well, since all of us are eighteen and older, we are legal to go to the strip clubs" Chase chimed in from the back seat.

"Yeah!" Patrick yelled.

"I think my fiance would rather me go to Vegas opposed to a strip club" Andrew laughed. I'd have to agree. If Emma knew I was going to a strip club, she'd flip shit on me.

"Well then what are we going to do?" Patrick asked.

"Have your dad get a keg, we'll put it on the back of a golf cart and go drunk golfing for the day. My dad did that for his and he said it was pretty fun" Chase suggested.

"I'll think about it" Andrew laughed.

"A gold course with strippers?" Patrick asked. This kid, I swear.

"Dude, what is it with you and strippers? If Diana heard the shit coming out of your mouth then there's no hope for you of getting married.

"A bachelor party isn't a bachelor party without strippers. It's just common sense." she shrugged.

"Whatever man" Andrew laughed and shook his head.

We got to the tux shop and walked in. A guy that looked like he 'knows' he's better than you greeted us and led us over to the fitting area.

"So who is the one getting married?" the guy asked. Andrew raised his hand,

"Ah, we will get your specific tux. I'm assuming these are the groomsmen?" he asked.

"Yes" Andrew replied.

Our tux's were slightly different than Andrews. Ours were classic black three piece tux's with black vests under out blazers and red ties and red handkerchiefs that stuck out of the pocket of our blazers while Andrews had the black tux with a white blazer and black tie and white handkerchief. We all looked pretty spiffy if I do say so myself.

We finished the fittings and made our way back to Andrew's house. I took my car and went back to Emma's house. She and I had the house to ourselves for the week since her parent's are in Texas for a volleyball tournament with Chloe. We're technically house sitting.

I put the code into the gate and drove up the driveway, parking my car next to Emma's. I got out of the car and walked up to the front door, taking out my key and walking in. The house was quiet which automatically made me suspicious. It's very strange to come home to a house that Emma is home alone in and things are quiet, usually she's blasting her music in her room or doing something that makes noise.