Mr. Best Man

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Yo so this is the last chapter, it'll be pretty long. Well I hope you all enjoyed it so far, I had a lot of fun writing this. Even though it's so short (only 3 chapters) and (don't judge me too much) it's the first official story I've finished. I know that a short story is supposed to be one long chapter but I had too much in store for these two. Well anyways have a good day and enjoy the chapter :)

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*two weeks after the wedding*

"I don't want to go home!" Amy's voice complained in my ear.

"Thanks." I said flatly, rolling my eyes.

"Nono, I mean I love you but it's so beautiful here! God, I wish we never had to leave Peru. I missed my family." She sighed.

"Yeah I get it." I said. "I am looking forward to when you come back though, I miss you guys." I said slowly and I heard a laugh next to her. "I can be sentimental, Calvin!" I said angrily and I heard another laugh.

"Oh shut up. I'm hanging up the phone now." I said and I heard him start a sentence but I pressed the end call button, feeling slightly pleased that I got the last word.

-I'm making Calvin bring you chocolate as an apology-

I smiled as I read the message. Fun fact, I love chocolate. And it's the reason why Amy became my best friend instead of Calvin in 9th grade (a whole big chocolate story).

-I deserve more than just chocolate.- I texted back quickly.

-Calvin begs to differ. Plus, you stole all the chocolate from the wedding, how much do you need??-

-That was for experimental purposes.-

-Speaking of the wedding, i saw you with William and i forgot to ask about it.-

-I ripped his shirt open. That's all you need to know.-

-Kinky.-

I turned off my phone, dismissing our, honestly, cringey conversations, and placed it on my bed. My head snapped to the door as someone knocked on it. I shook off the queasy feeling in my stomach and went to answer it.

Speak of the devil.

It swung open and I saw William leaning with his arm on the doorway.

"Hey," he winked. "How are you this fine morning?"

I clenched my jaw and stared at him, shocked. He looked even hotter than before, now that he was clad in tight jeans and a black t-shirt.

It wasn't helping when his shirt was also tight and the wind was making the
Curls in his hair all messy and cute.

I shook it off and regained some sense.

"How'd you know I live here?" I asked suspiciously. He smiled sheepishly, standing straight instead of leaning on the doorway.

"Amy might've slipped it..."

"And by slipping, you mean calling you and telling you?"

"Yeah.."

"Got it." I went to close the door but he stopped it with his foot. I opened the door and slammed it. He howled in pain and I mentally smacked myself. I figured he would have moved his foot when he saw I was slamming it but unfortunately fate has it out for me.