Look For Me When The Stars Align

Next To Mine

Miles sat extremely close to you at breakfast, basically leaning on you. When you told him to act like you were dating, this isn't exactly what you had in mind. What you thought he'd do is subtle glances. Maybe hand holding, but nothing like this.

Phoenix was practically glaring at the two of you while Chelsea looked on, particularly annoyed. As much as you wanted to tell Phoenix about the fiasco last night, you didn't want to ruin the wedding.

"I don't know why you're keeping that a secret," Miles whispered in your ear, "You know good and well if we let them get married they're going to fall apart. We need to tell them something."

"No, Miles. You know how hard Phoenix struggles to get a girlfriend. Just let him have this."

"So then what? He can have his heart broken during his honeymoon? You need to think logically, (Y/n), it's not going to play out the way you-"

Phoenix clears his throat, purposely loud enough to catch your attention. "So! What are you two whispering about? Anything you want to share with the table?"

"Obviously not if we're whispering," You mutter.

"No, Wright, nothing to share. Do you have something you'd want to hear from us?" Miles backs up from you a bit, now looking Phoenix in the eyes.

"Yeah. I wanna hear why my fiancé came to me crying about you threatening to break us up."

You and Miles look at each other in confusion. "Wright, what are you even talking about? Why would I want to break you two up, and not even 2 days from your wedding! If I wanted to break you two up, I'd tell you to your face." Miles crosses his arms, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah, and besides, she came to us crying last night! She said that you cheated on her with me!"

"That's absurd! They're your cousin I know better than that!" She clings onto Phoenix's arm, batting her lashes at him. "Would you really believe them over your fiancé?"

You silently begged for Phoenix to say no. You grew up with him. You're basically siblings at this point, you would feel heartbroken to hear him-

"Of course I believe you over them, Baby... always..."

You all sit in silence. Did he just say that? All eyes snap to you, the exception being the two lovebirds practically making out with their eyes.

"Excuse me," you said, standing. You wanted nothing more to do with the conversation. You wanted to go home and never hear about that stupid wedding ever again.

You found yourself walking through the halls of the hotel, finding your own room and locking yourself inside. Anyone who was supposed to be here has a key, so You didn't care how loud someone knocked. You're not letting them in.

You heard faint argument coming down the hallway, the argument getting not-so-faint as it gets closer to you.

"Please just pass me by," you think, pleading with any god that was listening.

Unfortunately for you, the god you're pleading to is deaf, and purposely ignoring you. You cover yourself completely in the blankets like a child hiding from a monster as the door beeps, and opens. You can hear Phoenix and Miles arguing more clearly.

"This is mature to you, Miles? Running away? Refusing to apologize? That's mature to you?"

"Trying to walk away before I get upset is mature to me. I'm not running away as much as I am keeping myself calm. At the moment, you're unwelcome in this room, and I can call the front desk to have you removed. I don't know about (Y/n) but I need to pack."

"Pack? Pack for what? Why are you packing?"

"Because quite frankly, Wright, I don't want to help with a wedding for a man who'd accuse me of sleeping with his wife. Who'd believe the girl he's known for less than a year over family. Your own blood, Phoenix. (Y/n) would do nothing to hurt you and yet you hurt them over and over and over again. When will you get it? If they stay, you better treat them right, because they're dealing with things you never knew about because you never checked on them."

"Neither did you! You never checked in on them!"

"Not physically, maybe, but when I sent people to go pick up my evidence I'd ask them to see how they're doing. You've done nothing of the sort. Now leave. I'm busy."

You hears silent pause followed by footsteps and the door. Miles sighs. "(Y/n)? Is that you under the blankets or did the room get broken into?."

You peek your head out from under the blankets. "Were you serious about going home?"

"Of course I am. I assume you're staying?"

"I... don't know. I want to, but then there's nobody to officiate for them."

"You still want to get them together? After seeing how that marriage would end up?"

"I guess? I'm not sure. I guess I have no choice with the amount of people going to the wedding."

"I'll tell you what: I'll pack you a bag and if you feel like leaving, I'll drive you."

"Does that mean you'll stay here with me?"

"Well, who else is going to keep up the facade for the bride? Dicky?"

You giggled at the name, laying down. "You're too sweet, Miles..."

He grabbed his clothes, going to the bathroom. "Anything for my fake partner."

You looked around the empty bedroom, your eyes locking onto the bags Mike's packed.

"It's nice seeing his stuff next to mine..."