A/N: There's something about when he takes pictures and his neck looks thick.....like it can carry some weight. Yeah... uh huh I like dat....BAD. *barks*
Fuck...
Rideable
Killian Andrade Caesar-Su
Tangier, Morocco
Three months laterThe rather large and elaborate bicultural wedding that Ameena and Anthony hosted was in full swing on the inside of the large airy, intricate Ottoman Empire era styled venue. Ameena is an absolutely gorgeous bride adorned in traditional Moroccan garb, and other traditional makeup and jewels.
Looking across from my seat I see Oakleys empty plate and seat, and it wasn't his fault. Food poisoning ruined the day for him, all the festivities before he happily participated in but he had one oyster and it was all down hill from there, causing him to leave this party early. I fish my phone out and look for the nearest exit, once it's quiet enough away from all the chaos I call him and he doesn't answer the first time. Panic flushes through me as I call him again, and when it goes to voicemail a second time I'm left to call his work phone. That phone rings and rings, "Cench." His voice is scratchy and groggy like I've woken him up.
"I'm sorry to wake you, you good?"
I can hear him shivering, "Yeah, sleepy innit." He mutters, before I hear his breathing even over the line and slight snores. Pulling the phone from my ear, I check the time and I'd been with Ameena and Freya all day, and with it pushing into the following day so I had to check on him now.
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Fanfiction"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone. Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily. "I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line. "We're going to fix it oka...