One week before the wedding
Jack, Finn, and I were all driving to get some lunch. We were jamming out to some music, as usual.
Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield came on the radio.
Finn turned up the volume, "This is a classic!"
Before I knew it, we were all singing to it. Jack and Finn were pretty off tune, but they still sounded cute.
"FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. NO ONE ELSE CAN FEEL IT FOR YOU, ONLY YOU CAN LET IT IN"
Eventually, we pulled up to the restaurant. It was a pretty casual place, we've been here before. They serve wraps and sandwiches.
We sat in a booth, and after we ordered, Jack went to the batheroom.
Finn, just trying to make conversation, asked me, "So, are you excited for the wedding?"
I smiled, "Definitely."
"Is your dress fixed yet?" He asked.
"Yes, thank God." I replied.
"Yeah, I heard my mom kind of flipped when that happened." Finn chuckled.
I laughed, "Yeah."
Underneath the table, Finn placed his hand on my knee, "You're going to be a great wife to Jack."
"Oh, well thanks Finn," I awkwardly brushed his hand off my knee.
"I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty jealous," Finn smirked.
I rolled my eyes, "Listen to me Finn, you have to let go of this whole jealousy thing. I'm marrying Jack, not you."
His eyes widened a little, "Woah. A bit harsh there, now are you."
"No, now knock it off before Jack comes back," I said.
"Demanding. That's pretty sexy," Finn replied.
I saw Jack walking back to our booth, he smiled when our eyes met. He kissed my forehead and threw his arm around me.
The waitress soon came and gave us our food. Finn stared at her ass as she walked away.
"Finn, you're such a pedophile," Jack scorned.
Tell me about it.
"I'm so excited for the wedding! Only one more week!" Jack squeezed me a little tighter.
"Yeah, I know!" I smiled.
I stared at Finn. He was smiling, but his eyes were full of envy.
