Alex and Jared

Alex

"... And do you, Sydney India Venizea, take Andrew..." the preacher rambles on as I hop from foot to foot, miserably failing at trying to keep my legs from collapsing onto eachother. I'm about to take the podium and ask Andy and Sydney if they really, really love each other. Bam! They say their 'I do's, we clap, eat our butts off and go home.

I mean, so far the only good part to this good for nothing wedding was my escort. Man, was he one hot tamale! I didn't really catch his name, but he looked kind of like Andy. But Andy doesn't have a brother. Right?

I glance up and observe him. He's got sparkling, deep blue eyes and jet-black hair. He's got a good three inches on me and I size him up to be about two years older than me- fifteen.

"And I thought your sister was cute," he had smiled at me. I felt my heart flutter. Okay, his statement wasn't exactly truthful, but he was trying to be nice. Or was he flirting? And how did he know that I was Sydney's sister? I don't look anything like Syd. I wish I did.

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He glances over at me and catches my eye. I feel my face grow red. Great. He's going to see me in my drop-dead gorgeous embarrassed mode. He rolls his eyes at the preacher and winks at me.

I could die.

He winked at ME.

Okay, maybe I don't get out much.

But he winked at ME.

I know what Syd would do. She would giggle. But I'm no Sydney. And I'm definitely not a giggler. So I roll my eyes back at him and pretend to shoot my temple.

I know. I'm amazing at flirting.