one night // colby brock

ninety one | let the games begin

// A.N. so how is everyone doing with the announcement of a possible ending to the book? Me neither, I'm a mess. Thank you so much for 56k reads and 2.3k votes! Thank you so much for taking me on this amazing imaginative and creative journey which wouldn't of been possible if it wasn't for you. Enjoy the final few chapters and who knows, maybe a sequel is in the works..

Ronnie's POV

"Next month!?" Devyn gasped,

"How the hell are you supposed to plan a wedding in 30 days?" Sam questioned.

We were all sat in the lounge area,

Me and Colby stood in front of all of our roommates.

On the iconic black, leather couch.

It's where we go to tell all the important information.

Or prank each other..

Anyways we were stood up in front of all of our roommates.

Telling them about our plans,

"Well hopefully we can get some help" Colby said,

"Of course we will help you but.." Corey started,

"But.." i said encouraging him to go on.

He shook his head and sighed, relief,

"So your really doing this?" He asked,

"We are really doing this" Colby said as he wrapped an arm around me.

I look up to him and he looks happy.

I just hope that this is also his idea.

I hope that he doesn't feel pressured.

I really hope that he wants this,

"Well I'm happy for you both, you have both got some serious balls" He said as he pulled us into a hug.

Which provoked a group hug,

"So I've heard" I chuckled.

We hugged it out then I was dragged upstairs.

From the female proportion of the house.

I was pulled into Devyn and Corey's room,

"Guys" i laughed as I was quite literally dragged.

The door was closed and I was flung onto the bed,

"I swear to god if a stripper pops out.." i shake my head,

"See I told you we should of called them!" Katrina yells as she crosses her arms in annoyance.

Oh god.

Oh no.

I know what's about to happen.

It was my 21st birthday next week.

21 = legal to drink alcohol.

Oh no.

I am not having a Bache-

"WE ARE HAVING A BACHELORETTE!!" they all scream.

To be honest,

I have always wanted to have one.

The freedom of a simple girls night before "the big day".

I just feared alcohol.

I've seen the affects it takes on people.

But I know how to have fun without it.

I will just make sure it happens before next week.

Therefore,

I can't drink because my birthday wouldn't of happened.

I jumped up and engulfed them in a hug,

"I'M GETTING MARRIED BITCHES!!" I screamed back, followed by alot of "ayyyyyyy".

As we calmed down, the noise of shouting and whooping filled the house.

I guess this was planned.

But hell.

Fuck it.

Bachelor VS Bachelorette,

Let the games begin.