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"We're coming out in the wedding together?" (Chp. 14)

A/N: Above is the song Riley and Amber sing at the end of the chapter. Riley's singing is the girl with blonde hair, and Amber's singing is the girl with the brown hair. I don't own it, but the talented young girls who sing it do. The original writers and performers of this song are my queens, Little Mix, so all right go to them and these girls for the cover. Thanks!

★Amber Carson★

"What's wrong, Amber?" Emily, Christopher's fiancee, asked. "I thought you and Lucas were dating."

"We broke up." I confirmed, my lower lip trembling slightly. "He kissed another girl, and I just can't find it in me to tell him that we're coming out in the wedding together." I signed. "He's also kinda mad at me cause I kneed him in the groin four times."

"Ooh, my sister in law is tough." Emily laughed, her eyes brightening. "Do that to Chris if he gets outta line."

"Can and will do." I smiled, looking at the door of the hotel room as Riley and Lucas came in. Farkle came in behind Riley, their hands connected.

"Is it true?" Lucas asked me. "We're coming out in the wedding together?"

"Yeah." I mumbled, unable to look at him. I fiddled with my fingers.

"Well, tomorrow will be the bridesmaid dress fitting." Emily spoke up, seeing the awkwardness that hung thickly in the air. "You guys and two other girls are coming with me."

"Where are we going?" Riley asked, sitting beside Farkle with her head on his shoulder.

"We're going to a wedding boutique in Miami." Emily replied. "Not so far from here."

"Okay." Riley smiled.

"We are stopping for food along the way, though, right?" Riley and I asked in unison. We looked at each other strangely, that was weird.

Emily laughed at our weirdness. "Yes, girls."

"Okay, good." I said, releasing a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"So..." Farkle and Lucas stood there awkwardly.

"Are we getting fitted tomorrow, too?" Farkle asked.

"Yeah. But with Chris." Emily nodded. "Obviously."

The Next Morning

"Everyone ready?" Emily asked, as all of us went into her mom's black van.

"Hey, Riley." I learned my head on her shoulder.

"Hey, Amber." Riley learned her head on top of mine.

"How much food money do you have?" I asked.

"I don't know, twenty bucks, I think." Riley shrugged, making my head bounce.

"I win." I smirked victoriously. "Fifty."

"Where the fuck did you get fifty dollars?" Riley asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"My brother." I held out the dollar bill.