"Bills, Bills, Newspaper, magazine, Mia, bills." Chelsea flicks through our mail.
"Wait, one for me?" I asked, I normally do not get mail.
"I don't know, why don't I get anything? I want mail!" Chelsea whines, throwing the envelopes on the table.
I just chuckled, grabbing the one in my name, and sat back down at the table. I opened it up, revealing a pretty and decorated card.
Chelsea moved to the chair next to me, "Ooh, pretty. Who's it from?" she asked.
I shrugged, bringing it out. I opened the red card, and began reading, "You are invited to my wedding!" I raise a brow, and check the information.
Apparently, my cousin, Brooke, from Kentucky is getting married, and I'm invited. Great.
"I guess me and a guest are going to Kentucky." I brought out the plane tickets.
"Oh! Oh! I volunteer as tribute! Me! Chelsea! Choose me! I'm better than Jon!" Chelsea begs.
"I'm taking Jon, silly. You don't even know Brooke!" I laughed.
"Neither does Jon, or you even." she defended herself.
I sighed, "I didn't even know I had cousins in Kentucky." I admit the truth.
We both laughed, and then Chelsea went to find food, so I took out my phone, calling Jon.
"Hello, This is McDonalds, how can I serve you?"
"Um, Jon, I'm pretty sure that is not how McDonalds answers their phone calls." I laugh.
He chuckled, "I tried. Anyways, What's up?"
"Start packing your bags, were going to Kentucky," I paused, checking the letter to make sure the date, "Saturday!" I tell him.
"What?" he asked, after a slight pause.
"I guess I have a cousin in Kentucky who's getting married, and there's two tickets. So obviously, it means to bring a date, and your my only boyfriend, unfortunately." I pretend to be upset.
"Oh, what a shame," he laughs, "But, okay, yes I'll go with you to Kentucky." he says.
I chuckled, "Oh, it wasn't a choice. I was gonna go over there and pack your bags and drag you to the airport if you had refused." I tell him.
"Abuse." Jon answered.
"Good abuse." I assure him.
Chelsea comes back, with a tub of icecream and a spoon, "Is that even legal?"
"Most likely not." I tell her, "Well, I should start packing. See ya later, Jon-poo." I said.
"Ugh, not that name again." he whines before laughing, "Talk to you later, baby." he then hung up.
"Y'all sicken me with your cuteness." Chelsea informs me.
"You and Troy sicken me with your grossness." I tell her, using my finger to eat some of her icecream.
"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked, along with false hurt.
"You don't see Jon and I making out on the couch while you're trying to watch cooking shows innocently." I complain.
She chuckled, "The heart wants what the heart wants, Girly." she shrugged.
"Your heart wants some dude's tongue down your throat?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
She looked away, "I'm don't talking to you."
I laughed, and head upstairs. I grab a few suitcases, and begin packing clothes. I guess we're staying for a few days or more, them having hotel rooms already booked.
