Marriages and Complications

Chapter 7

ok, well we kind of left off at a cliffhanger last time, so here is the next chapter, there's a bit of a twist it won't be QUITE what you guys were probably expecting ;) so here is the next chapter, enjoy!

Rydel's p.o.v

“W-What?” I ask.

As if my muscles have a mind of their own I swat him across the shoulder.

“Hey EASY! It's not what it sounds like I swear!” he exclaims.

“What exactly is going on then?” I ask, my cheeks flushing with anger, averting my gaze.

He puts a finger under my chin, pulling it up so I’m looking at him.

“Look, I know you've been under a lot of stress lately, and after you left, Kelly called me and asked me to come and meet her, so I did, she wants to help with the wedding.” he explains, wiping the tears off my cheeks.

“Probably so she can sabotage it.” I mumble in reply.

“Kelly wouldn't do that.” He replies.

I scoff.

“We are talking about the girl who told you you should quit the band a year ago right?” I ask.

“Oh come on Rydel are you still hung up over that, she never meant it.” he replies.

“Yes, I am still hung up over that Ratliff, I thought...I thought you were going to leave the band...leave ME.” I reply.

“Hey, I'm here, I’m not going to leave you.” he replies, cupping my chin in his hands, forcing me to look at him.

“And the last time I checked she called me a boyfriend stealer, why in the world would she want to help me?” I ask.

“Because she's your friend.” he replies.

“Uh, ha, no, she was YOUR friend, remember?” I ask.

He sighs.

“Look I’m sorry, maybe I’m being paranoid, but, I just don't feel right about her planning our wedding.” I reply.

He sighs again.

“If it matters to you, it matters to me, if you don't want her to help I'll tell her we don't need her help.” He replies.

“No, I don't want to make her feel like she's intruding.” I reply.

“So it's ok if she helps?” he asks.

I purse my lips as I think.

“I guess.” I reply with a smirk.

“And...are we good?” he asks.

“Yea, we're good.” I reply with a smile as I kiss him softly on the lips, running my fingers through his hair.

“Sorry I’ve been so...ugh.” I add, for a lack of a better word.

“Hey, it's ok, this time of our life is going to be one of the most stressful.” he replies.

“You mean there will be MORE times when I want to pull my hair out?” I ask in a whine.

He laughs.

Ross's p.o.v

“Oh, no way, you know the plane ride was awful, I get so jet lagged, Yes I’m aware I should probably be used to it by now, I miss you too, it doesn't matter twenty four hours or two days, it's too long, no, look, I gotta go, I gotta go! I'll call you tonight, love you too, bye.” I hang up the phone.