Change of Heart (A One Direction & Emblem3 Fan Fiction)

Chapter 37

Keaton's POV

You are cordially invited to the marriage of:

Carter Abbott & Vanessa Davis,

On the 27th of May.

R.S.V.P at carterandvanessa27@gmail.com

Meal selections are to be mailed back promptly.

We hope to see you there!

Carter Abbott? That was Skylar's brother.

I picked up the phone and started to dial.

"Hello?" Skylar sounded exhausted.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about the time difference," I said immediately.

"No, I'm on a plane," she grumbled. "I'm flying to Toronto at the moment."

"Oh, shit, I forgot," I said apologetically.

"It's all right, most people are asleep, what did you want?" she asked.

"Did you get us invitations to Carter's wedding?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, you finally got yours," she said. "That was fast, you were only added to the guest list three days ago."

"I think we can come," I said thoughtfully.

"Cool," she said, and yawned. "I have to hang up, the other passengers are giving me dirty looks."

"All right, call me when you touch down," I said.

"I will," she said, and yawned again.

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and set the phone down on the desk. Then I picked up the invitation and ran downstairs, yelling, "Drew! Wes! Get your butts here NOW!"

The two were at my side in a flash. "What's up, lil bro?" Wes said, then looked curiously at the invitation in my hand.

"Skylar's brother is getting married and we're invited to the wedding," I said.

"That sounds dope, yo," Drew said. "When's the date?"

"May 27th," Wes read.

Drew sighed. "Aw, that sucks, I can't go, it's my mom's birthday and she probably wants me there."

"Oh, well we can go," I said to Wes.

"Yeah, let's go ahead and RSVP," Wes said.

"I'll set up an e-mail," I said excitedly. "Make sure that you tel Management not to book anything for that day, and the three days before and after, we want to get used to the time change."

"Yup," Wes said, pulling out his phone and walking off.

I ran to the computer and tapped out an e-mail:

To: carterandvanessa27@gmail.com

From: keatstromberg@hotmail.com (btw just making up a fake email here)

Dear Carter and/or Vanessa,

My brother, Wes Stromberg and I, Keaton Stromberg, would be honored and delighted to attend your wedding. 

I paused. "Wes, did you want beef or fish?" I called.

"Beef, duh!" was his reply.

I finished off the email:

 We will take two beefs, please.

Thank you. Sincerely, Keaton R. Stromberg.

"That should be good enough," I mumbled, hitting SEND and shutting down the computer.