Finish Line

22

I hadn't spoken to Dylan in a few days. The wedding was right around the corner, the rehearsal is tonight. For some reason, Dylan has completely fallen off the map. I was the last one to use the agreement, so I wasn't going to ask again. Besides, it was good for me to have a break. Without seeing him, I was able to get some work done, get registered for school, and figure out my living situation for the year. However, I have also had time to think on my feelings. I'm not sure how to feel about everything. 

I'm blind to Dylan's feelings. I know how I feel, but I don't want to be let down. From what I can tell, Dylan wants nothing more than what we have right now. As tragic as it is, it's true. It's weird to think that this will all come to an end. I don't want it to but the more I think about it, there's no other way for it to work. Dylan and I aren't as bulletproof as I thought we were. A no feelings arrangement had turned into a romantic conflict. 

So I chose to keep the feelings to myself. I chose to shut up and bare through the next two weeks. I was meeting my mom at the venue at 6:30. Until then I was to make sure everything was ready. I was to make sure that each and everyone of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were ready to go. I was to make sure that I was ready to go. I was not too thrilled, but it was for my moms sake. So I dealt with it. 

I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms when I saw him but I kept my cool. So here I stand, as Dylan Keely slowly enters through the doorway of my household. He's the third of the groomsmen to arrive, all of the bridesmaids were early or on time while each of the groomsmen trickled in few minutes after our set time. It's annoying but it's how it is. The bridesmaids decided we wanted the kitchen to get ready. So the boys get the upstairs. 

Most of the bridesmaids are already married, other than Ally and I. However this doesn't stop them from flirting with the other groomsmen. It's slightly disturbing to watch but Ally and I just proceeded to get ready for the rehearsal. When the final groomsmen arrives the guys retire upstairs. This is when we proceed to get ready. 

I was obviously not going to be wearing my dress tonight, so in substitution I wear a tight, red, strapless dress. I match it with black wedges and my hair tied up in a half up, half down fashion. I curl my hair slightly on the down half and do an easy makeup look. My dress is on my bed upstairs. We were all changing into our evening wear, so I had already dressed into my cute lingerie. I skipped up the stairs and into my room. It wasn't like I was just exposing myself to all of the groomsmen, my  room is the first room when you arrive to the top of the stairs. It seemed like no big deal. 

I was wearing a black strapless bra, matching my bottom half. A very simple, classy look. Not to mention I'm holding a wine glass filled with orange juice, bridesmaids apparently are the chick at the party drinking a juice box. I step into my room and clash bodies with somebody. 

I jump back with fright, hoping I didn't just slam into an old dude half naked. When my eyes meet the body in front of me I realize that the smirk is all too familiar to be the one of an old dude. Dylan Keely. 

"Damn Jules, you can't do this shit to me," He smirks at me, his hands resting on my bare waist. His eyes scan my body up and down as I blush. 

"This is not my fault, what the hell are you doing in here," I counter him. The smirk still lies on his face, making me nervous. 

"I actually came in here to grab one of the guys a bottle of shampoo because there wasn't one in the bathroom," He informs me. I nod in response, "didn't expect a playboy model to walk through the door."

I playfully smack his arm and he pulls me in closer to him. I know what he's wanting to do, I want to do it too. However I know that we can't at this moment, we have to get ready and get out. As a maid of honor I know I have to hold my ground.