My Fiancé I Don't Know

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"I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU."
"Erin. Shut up."
Bixton glares at me from a foot away, before his mouth turns up into a big grin.
"I love you too, bestie." He squeals and envelops me in a giant bear hug. When we were younger, I used to call him B-bear because of his amazing hugs.
"Take care." He whispers in my ear, and I nod. I squeeze his waist so tight, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"I'll miss you, B." I sigh. He nods into the crook of my neck. His height is only two inches taller than me, five door six, so when he hugs me and leans down his neck fits perfectly in my shoulder.
"Same here." He answers. Then he pulls away, and kisses me sloppily on the forehead, and I laugh. I swear I see a year trickle down his cheek.
"Bye." I wave, then climb into the backseat of the cab. I close the door, and watch as Brixton breaks into tears, quickly wiping them away as I watch him through the dirty, can window.

"You're Erin, right?" The heavy-set driver asks me. He wears dark shades, and has a thick, dark beard.
"Yes." I nod, and he doesn't respond.

It's 8:16 A.M. The cab came right on time, but me and Brixton had to take the luggage outside still, and say goodbye, so I'm just now getting on my way to the resort.

"I'm Paul, by the way." the man I assumed was "Dave" take off his sunglasses, and the familiar middle-aged man smiles at me. Paul Higgins. IT'S PAUL HIGGINS.
"Um, yeah, I know you. Nice to meet you." I play it cool. It would be kind of odd if I started fangirling in front of Paul, and w might make us wreck or something.
"You were expecting one of the bodyguards, last minute switch. He was unaware of the time, and had some important family business to take care of." He smiles at me, and I nod.
"Oh."

We ride in silence for what feels like forever. Until, I see a sign.
"Moonlight Spa and Resort .5 miles"
Only half a mile!
"So . . . is Niall there right now?" I stammer. Paul sighs.
"Possibly. He might be getting there just now. The newbie driver is taking him, the kid needs to get his own driers license." He chuckles quietly. I smile at him, and stare out the window waiting to see the resort's entrance.