It's been four weeks since russ and Amber announced they were having a baby, and today is their wedding day. I lift my suit bag up hanging it up on the back of the bedroom door wincing in pain as it was russ's stag do yesterday and we went paint balling, it was there when I was interrogated about what was going on with me and Catherine as Justin had seen us on one of our Mate Dates and he'd told russ.
They asked me of my intentions with Catherine and I told them the truth, that I really like her. Justin didn't seem so convinced as his eyes narrowed every time I talked about her, in the end they both shot me with paintball pellets as a warning to not hurt Catherine.
like I'd hurt her.
I hear my brother talking on the phone, probably to amber as I leave my room and find some white meshy shit thats been left on a table with flowers in a vase and I grin putting the mesh over my head and take the flowers from the vase shaking the water off and enter the room and start to sing in girly voice that I know will piss our russ off. "He's goin to the chapel and he's gonna get maaaaarried! " I sing grinning as I walk in russ is on the bed.
His face looks annoyed.
"What the fuck are you doin, soft shite?" He groans.
"What's it look like? Am being a bride" I chuckle as I float into the room.
Russ frowns at me shaking his head. "Man, sometimes I worry about you, really. Am sure da dropped you on the head, or some shit" he laughs.
I shrug grinning at him and next thing I know he's chuckling his fucking arse off shaking his head again.
What the fuck is he laughing at?
"The fuck you laughing at?" I ask him as I take the DIY veil off my face and put the flowers down on the chest of drawers.
He laughs sighing. "Oh, nothin" he says grinning wickedly. "Eh, does cat know about your love of wearing ladies clothing?" He asks with a teasing glint in his eyes.
The little prick
"Don't you dare, fucker" I growl pointing at him knowing he's talking about my little lingerie adventure when I was a baby.
he better fucking not tell Catherine.
"Am joking, you turd. You better step off before I land you on your arse" he growls.
What the fuck? He started this shit?!?
I look at him as he's glaring at me. "Listen, bro. I know it's your wedding and you're missing your girl, but there's no need to act like a prick" I tell him.
He huffs in frustration. "You're right, bro. Am sorry" He sighs. "I just wish these hours would fucking fly so I can see my girl" he growls.
I instantly think of Catherine. "I know what you mean" I mutter.
He looks at me with a knowing look, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Our russ looks at me in shock. "Fuck me, you got it bad, don't you?" He asks me.
You've no idea...well he does, sort of.
"I told you yesterday that I really liked her" I huff as I sit next to him on the bed.
"I know you did man, but that look on your face tells me it's something more or it's goin that way" he tells me.
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Cat & Her First Love (Novella Of The "And Her" Series) (COMPLETED) (UNEDITED)
Romance**READ AMBER & HER BALLER FIRST** Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same ~ Emily Bronte Catherine: At nearly 17yrs of age, I wasn't one of the popular girl's in school, I didn't care about that though. I was quiet, and kept to my...
