Second Chances

Arm yourself with the right ammunition

Issac

Michael and I headed to his folks' place while Axel got the bar ready to open. We entered to his parents staring at us from the couch.

"There's our long-lost son," Brandon told Allie.

Allie laughed.

Michael rolled his eyes. "Funny. Is our stuff still in our bedrooms?"

"Yes, because you and your siblings haven't come to collect it yet," Brandon said.

"There's no room at the inn."

"We're not your personal storage facility. You have so much shit in your bedrooms it's ridiculous."

Allie gave Brandon a playful tap.

Brandon glanced at Allie. "What?"

"Ignore your dad. Why do you want to know about your stuff?" Allie asked.

"We want Madison's thick-ass binder of her dream wedding," Michael said.

"I think it's in her closet."

Michael and I headed upstairs to search for the elusive wedding binder. It didn't take long since he was right. That binder was a book with its thickness. We sat on the bed and flipped through it.

"Damn. Madison has this organized by color codes," I said.

"Madison always organized everything down to the minor detail. She wanted the perfect dream wedding."

We flipped through the book. It had everything from the dress to the decorations. She even made a list. I snapped a photo of the list on my phone. That list will come in handy later.

I spotted the venue. "Madison wants a beach wedding?"

"Yeah, she said it was more romantic with the sun setting over the water."

"Noted." I snapped photos of different things to reference later, memorizing what I needed.

While we flipped through the binder, we heard voices downstairs. Not any voice but Madison's. Our eyes widened before we gathered the binder and threw it into the closet.

"You need to get out of here before Madison sees you," Michael whispered.

"Your parents already saw me."

"Mom and Dad won't say anything. But you need to go."

"Why are you going upstairs?" Dad yelled.

"Can't I go to my old room?" Madison asked.

"But I thought you came to visit us!"

"Why are you yelling?"

Our eyes widened as we rushed around the room, trying to hide from Madison. As the footsteps approached, I dropped to the floor and rolled under her bed while Michael sat down, crossed his leg over the other, and leaned back.

Madison entered her room and stopped. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"Technically, it's not your bedroom since you live with me."

"It's still my room, dork."

"Semantics. What are you doing here?"

Madison opened her closet door. "I came to grab my wedding binder. Wait. Why is it on the floor?" She picked it up and turned to Michael. "Did you touch my binder?"

"No, I didn't touch your stupid binder. Why do you still have that thing?"

"I kept it so I could plan my wedding. But we know how that turned out."