2 years later
Nikki called me over to her house this morning saying her maid of honor dress had come in and wanted me to see it on her again. I've seen the dress on her already when she tried it on two months ago. But for some reason, she thinks I need to see it again. I know what I picked out, and I'm too busy with food and wine tastings to be coming over to her place.
When I arrive, she immediately runs to put the dress on.
"I don't know how I feel about the dress now Bella. I mean it's nice and all but blue?" she says.
"Nikki we went over this already. Liam and I came up with a color we both like. And blue was it. Please don't start. I'm already stressing over the cake, and who's sitting next to who. I don't need you to starting whining. Plus blue looks good on you." I smile at her.
"Fine." she huffs. "When's your dress coming in?" she asks.
"In two weeks, I think."
"Has Chris rsvp'd yet?"
"Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, or Chris Pine?" I laugh
"You know who I'm talking about. Don't try to be funny."
"No, he hasn't." I sigh. I'm still hoping he'll answer back.
"Mm, have you spoken to him?"
"No. Nikki, can we can not talk about him? It's still a sensitive subject." I try not to sound rude. But I'm not in the mood to talk about him.
"It's been two years, he has to get over it as do you. Also, he's on his way over." she quickly says and runs to her closet.
"What did you say?" I shout after her.
She doesn't say anything. I try to go after her, but she shuts the door. Oh for fucks sake! Only she would do this to me.
Nikki steps out and yanks me in her room.
"Good luck, please fix this shit." she says and closes the door. I try to open it, but it's locked.
"Nikki you better open this fucking door right now!" I pound my fist on the door. She has to open it to let Chris in, so I'll just run out once she opens it.
"Sorry, but you best get to talking if you want to make sure you make it to your next meeting." she says. What? Talking to who?
"She really wants us to talk again doesn't she?" I turn around and almost fall.
"How did? When did? You're here?" I try to say.
"I've been in here for thirty minutes." he smiles.
"Hi." I breathe.
"Hi."
"So. Um, how have you been?" I nervously smile.
"Good. I'm currently filming Civil War. You?" he says and pats the empty next to him.
"Stressed, but good. Nice, in Atlanta?"
"Yeah, that's where we usually film. How's the wedding coming along?" I take a seat next to him and turn to face him.
"Ok, I guess. I need to do some final picks on food, and cake design but I'm almost done." I'm not sure talking about the wedding plans is a good idea, but he asked.
"Well, make sure there's pizza you know I'm a big fan of it." I look at him. He's smiling.
"You're coming?" I can't hide the surprise in my voice.
