4 Years • jb

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| Malaysia |

Week Of The Wedding - Wednesday

"There's no fücking way he said you had food poisoning." Taylor argued as I was just finishing things up around the office so I could than go home, finish packing and head to the airport with everybody so we than could go to Las Vegas for the wedding.... wonderful isn't it?

"You want to call him yourself? I chuckled, "I'm telling you he said it was a simple food poisoning matter." Taylor just rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"Sooo," he nonchalantly added, "So?" I questioned. "Are you ready for this?" He asked and I knew he was either referring to the wedding or referring to seeing Justin.

"I'm fine."

"Oh Malaysia," he groaned, "You're boring." I giggled, "What do you want me to stay? I can handle this Taylor." He sighed, "I know but damn I wish you were a little scared or at least something!"

If only he knew.

"Are you sure you can handle things around here while I'm gone?" I changed the subject, not wanting to think about Justin anymore. "Mal, I can do this job in my sleep. Don't try me." He told me as I cocked a brow, "Ooh really?" He proudly smiled, "Listen all I'm saying is, you have nothing to worry about." I nodded, "Good."

"You're leaving already?" He asked as I got up grabbing my purse and coat. "I have to go finish packing! And you just said you could do this job in your sleep." I smirked. He formed his lips in a straight line, "Go then."

I smiled, "I'll miss you, see you in a couple days." I cheered. "Yeah yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes, "Have fun."

***

"You better bring this," Tristan held up my skimpy little bikini. "Boy, when would I wear that?" I asked, "When we go to the pool? It's freaking huge! Have you seen the hotel?"

"Obviously not," I mumbled.

"Okay so which dress?" Rikki barged in my room, with one dress in her right hand and one in her left. "I'm liking this one a little more," Tristan pointed to her left hand. "You think?" She asked.

"Yeah it looks like it would look better on your body," Tristan told her while she looked at me, "Whatchu think cuzzo, what dress?" I shrugged, "The left one is pretty."

"The left one it is!" She ran out. "You know you've been oddly super quiet, you good Mal?" Tristan than asked me taking me by surprise, "Oh? I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes, just help me finish packing." I snapped, Throwing so more clothes in my suit case.

"Malaysia!" Max shouted catching me off guard,"What?" I spat running down stairs only to see my mom and dad standing there. "What are you doing here?" I might of came off rude but at this point I didn't care, I haven't talked to them since I left the hospital weeks ago. Which they still have made no effort to try to contact me ever, but of course they always called Max.

It just kinda pissed me off a bit.

"You think we were going to miss our sons wedding? You're crazy." My mom said making me cringe, "I'll show you crazy," I mumbled. "Enough Malaysia, you will talk to your mother with respect." My father randomly stepped in.

"Um yeah, I stopped taking orders from you when I don't know? You left Max and I." I spat, "You've got another thingy coming if you think you or Marie can tell me what to do."