Warped slowly came to an end. I haven't seen Kenadee since she handed me her CD. Maybe she finally got signed. I hope she did. Their band was amazing, and not just because the members were my idols' kids.
Drew and I were back on a friend base. I'm planning on keeping it that way. The conversations are still painfully awkward. I've apologized profusely, and so has Andrew. I'm hoping that we can resume to the friendship we had in high school.
Meanwhile, the group was busy planning the wedding. The guys were planning some bachelors party. I plan on leaving them to that. I've seen the Hangover movies. I know how that goes down.
"Hey Lexi." A deep familiar voice said from behind me.
"I swear to whatever god exists, call me that one more time." I threatened.
"Calm down kitty." Sam said, smirking at me.
"Anyways, I wanted to see how you guys were doing." He kissed my cheek.
His affection is almost embarrassing. I still haven't found it believable. Even after all this, I expect to wake up back home. Living my ordinary life.
This planning was becoming boring. There was a few things that absolutely required me. Sam had told me I was the maid of honor. No matter how much Ren tried to explain, I didn't see the difference between my position and theirs.
The guys went out to buy 'supplies' for the trip. What supplies are needed for a trip to god knows where? Unless they're camping. Which I highly doubted. None of them are suited for that. No offense.
When the girls started talking about dresses, much to Sam's hesitation, I zoned out. This is not my area of expertise.
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Some time during the conversation, I fell asleep. They knew better than to wake me. The only safe way to do that is send Jay.
It was night time already. Man, how long was I out?
My mouth was extremely dry, so I went to get a glass of water. I downed that one and got another.
"Well hello there, sleeping beauty."
I almost choked on my water.
"What the hell Tony?" I shouted.
He laughed and pushed himself on top of the counter. "Sorry."
"Damn right you're sorry." I said, setting my glass back on the shelf.
He's by far the master of scaring the shit out of someone. For April fools he almost had me dying. And it takes a lot to do that.
"You here for anything in particular?" I asked. The silence had become deafening.
"Um, yeah. I wanted to talk." He slid off the marble top, and leaned beside me.
"I've been dying to tell you this for ages. But I've always been scared." He said. I pray this isn't going where I think it is.
"Okay. Continue."
"I-" He started, but stopped. He laughed and shook his head. "Man this is crazy." He mumbled to himself.
"I like you." He stated. It sounded more along the lines of a question. I could tell he had thought about this a long time.
"Tony,"
"I know you're taken, and my god I've convinced myself for a while that this was just a phase." He interrupted me.
"You're a really nice guy." I felt bad I couldn't say more. I would, if I had felt the same way. But I just didn't feel it.
"That's what I was scared of." He said, in a disappointing tone.
"Well what did you expect?" I asked, anger seeping into my veins. "You've come here proclaiming your affections to a girl who is happily taken. Explain to me, Tony, what am I supposed to say?"
"Something!" He said, pushing himself away from me.
"You're like a brother to me. I couldn't like you any more or less if I tried." I explained.
"Okay." He mumbled. "Alright. That's cool." He pushed through the door, almost knocking Sam down.
He apologized and wandered off somewhere. Not like I'm too concerned at the moment.
She gave me a questioning look.
"It was nothing." I mumbled, pushing past her and jumping in my car, planning on going somewhere. Anywhere but here. I don't need this in my life right now. Not when everything is okay for once.
I couldn't fuck this up. Not again.
