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thursday

avalynn:

only two days until my wedding.

every flower, center piece and name card had been placed.

i might have been truly insane inviting carl and the gallaghers to my wedding. but i always promised fiona a spot on my bridesmaids team. although, i always thought it would be for me and carl.

i fell inlove. it happened slowly and softly , unlike carl. his name is wesley, he's so good to me. he could listen to my voice for hours on end. he kisses me gently and when i want it, isn't so gentle in bed.

Narie, my soon-to-be sister, said she wasn't having the best time locating over half the gallaghers.

she told me she found carl. she said he stood at 6', and was nearly impolite. she told me she peered at the photos on the mantle. pictures of him and a woman who stood above him, kissing him passionately on the beach. she told me she didn't know if he were coming.

she had found Debbie as well. She told me she grew up nicely. she said she was almost an identical match to Holland Roden. And her daughter... she said her daughter was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. she was 12 years old, i believe.

and she lastly found Mickey&Mandy. Apparently Mickey had found a new boyfriend. And to be completely honest, that broke my fourteen year old heart. She said Mandy was drop dead gorgeous. to my calculations, she should be around 27. i really hope she found herself in the mess of her life, at the time i vanished.

and me. I'm now 25, soon to be newly wed. i found myself in my art, and in wes. i couldn't be more happy.

"avalynn! you have visitors!" i set down my paintbrush, looking at what i created so far.

it was the southside. dark splotches of black cascaded over the gated home. there were guns and knives painted near, representing the fight. and lastly, a deep shade of red consumed more than half the mural, representing the deaths. but mostly, the death of my old life.

i paddle my feet down the stairs, yanking up my jeans as i reached the bottom step.

alda, wesleys mother, moved the curtains on the door, allowing my to peer into the drive way. wesleys family was loaded. mansion, four car garage and all.

"they flew in earlier yesterday. i don't know who they are, relatives of yours i believe. maybe it's those nice people from Arizona you were telling me and Xavier about." i nearly laughed. the nice people from Arizona were the crack brothers i stayed with for two months back in 2021.

i sit on the steps, waiting until they knock on the door.  i play a random game on my phone, waiting.

but alas came a knock.

i swing open the door, stubbing my toe in the process.

"cock sucking, motherfucking, son of a bitch goddamn d-" I stop mid rant, looking at who came to visit me for my wedding.

"the fuck are you?" i had to slightly crane my neck to look at the (clearly fake) blonde bombshell.

"Im Elena." she spoke in a foreign accent, i slightly picked it up to be middle eastern or italian.

"and? Elena?" she looked me up and down with a disapproving look.

"im my husbands +1. Duh." She rolls her eyes, pushing past me.

"Where's my room?" she demands in fury. "Hello? Maid? Show me to my room." She hands me her bag and coat. I drop them at my feet, kicking them back onto the porch.

"watch it. just bought the new kicks." I look up from my feet, and im greeted with crystal grey eyes.

and then i melted.

he pushed past the hot pink luggage and matching coat. he stared into my eyes for a slight second, before meshing his body with my own. i instantly melt into his arms.

"Carl."

"im back, baby."