Short stories

Logan and Millie

I looked up, ducking into a corner that wasn't completely covered in florals and fairy lights. The smell was intoxicating, I couldn't find one singular place that didn't look like it was straight out of a magazine, and don't even get me started on the way this place smelled. It was so overwhelming I honestly debated leaving but I think Kristan would drag me back by my pigtails.

I hadn't yet told her Jessie had proposed to me. It was my best friend's wedding day I couldn't bring her news she would take it harder than me. Today was supposed to be exciting and happy, not a down in the dump just because I couldn't commit to another guy.

We had only been dating a year, I have no clue how that became an idea in his teensy tiny little brain to get engaged but I gave up long ago trying to understand worthless guys. Sorry, not worthless. Just stupid. I did like him, a lot actually. Close to love. Not enough to tie myself to him til the rest of my days though.

I sunk farther into the shadows, hiding behind a satin endowed pillar and attempting to stay out of the light so Kristen would put attention to her husband and not even think to look for me.

I uncapped the flask in my dress- a dress Kristen picked out that did in fact have pockets. It was a gorgeous satin light purple, loose on my breasts then hitting my hips and flowing out. Kristen knew exactly what I liked. I took a swig, focusing on wrapping my lips around it so I wouldn't mess up my lipstick. This was hardcore vodka, much better than the tiny flutes of champagne Luke, Kristen's now-husband, insisted on having float around.

I leaned against the pillar, the music faded in the background as I gained myself a comfortable buzz. I couldn't get drunk but a slight tipsy would make this more bearable. I was happy for her at the rehearsal and bridesmaid party, and at the actual kissing now at the after-party or whatever it's called after the vows are made- I'm sick of this many people and this much love.

As cute as Luke and Kristen are, and I mean they really are able to rival puppies, I no longer wanted to smile, twirl and fake-laugh as a legible bachelor or two hit on me.

"If you let me drown myself in the rest of that, I won't tell Kristen you even had it." I almost jumped out of my skin as a guy came around the pillar as if we were in a ring-around dance.

I couldn't really see the boy, he was clearly taller than me but the shadows hid his real structure.

"Here," I held it out to him. Not because of the threat but because if I kept drinking I'd be drunk.

He took it and drowned it, I had never seen someone drink straight vodka as if it was water.

"We just indirectly kissed," I blurted before I thought better of it. I could feel the heat rushing up my neck as he just stared at me. "Sorry, uh.." I looked back at the fact a song was ending, I could go to another corner. "Bye."

I flinched as he gently grabbed my wrist. "Hang on a sec, I'm still shaking from how fast I drank that," he held on, in a grip I could get away from but I waited as per his request. "Okay, hey," he let go to hold his-shaking- hand out. His voice was perfect, as if I had known it all my life. Strong.

"Hi," I shook it, very quickly, it was probably the alcohol but I could feel my stomach turning and my skin warming the closer he got.

"I didn't realize that was straight I assumed you would've watered it down a little bit also I'm L... Lee." He restricted his hand back to his pocket and leaned his head against the pole. "So, hiding as well? Either you're in love with one of them or hate love."

Neither. As much as I loved Kristan, I was sadly attracted to men. For what reason I could never fathom.

"Oh yeah? Which one are you then," He cocked his head at my question and I attempted to not swoon.