What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas. Got it?

What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas. Got it? [1]

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What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas. Got it?

(A/N: The beginning might sound like it's an arranged marriage story. Been there, wrote that. This one's not.)

"Mercedes Alexandra Alvarez! Get your behind down here!" the voice of my mother yelled. I sighed and swung my feet over the edge of the bed, my feet touching the cold marble floor. Not the right time mom.. really.

Slipping on fluffy bunny slippers and a black robe, I dragged my feet down the stairs.

"Yes, Mom?" I said and skipped down the last one.

"Come here for a minuet please, hun?" she said in her sweet voice.

I smiled sheepishly at her and we sat down on a couch. She looked so happy and giddy, it made my heart fly. I haven't seen her this happy since dad died.

"Guess what?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. My mother, a woman of 34 years of age, was very immature.

"What?"

"Guess," she demanded.

"Um, the Swiss finally realized that their cheese smells?"

"Nope."

"Robert Pattinson finally washed his hair?"

"No, and it's called sex hair! It's sexy," she defended.

"Taylor Lautner finally realized that steroids are unhealthy?"

"No."

"Angelina Jolie sucked the silicon back out from her lips?"

"No. Okay, that's it, just stop guessing, Mer!" she sighed. I hated it when she called me 'Mer' it was really unattractive.

"Then just tell me! I need to go jogging with James," I said and sighed. James was my bestest friend in the world. He was the running back on our school's football team and was well.. GIGANTIC. I mean I couldn't wrap my hand around his bicep. He's Hawaiian with wild, unkempt blond curly hair that was really soft. Though he might seem like a mean, stupid jock, he was actually a huge teddy bear, with straight A's.

And my other best friend, Angle, was Irish with straight blond hair and dark eyes. She was little miss preppy, even though I hated preps, I loved them both to pieces.

"WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS!!" she shrieked. I covered my ears and stood up.

"Mommy! No shouting!" I yelled.

Unexpectedly, she dashed to the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and waited for her to come back. I swear, that woman was full of surprises. I loved her, yes, but she was way vulnerable. I wore the pants in this family. You could say she had the body of a 34 year old but the mind of an 18 year old. And I the opposite.

My dad died 10 years ago when I was eight; and how he died was unfortunate..

My mom and I once walked in to the living room one day and saw the most horrible sight a married woman wants to see. My dad cheated. The woman was nothing compared to my mother. She was bleach blond, tall, sickly blue eyes, orange skin, and her face.. it looked more plastic than a kiddy slide at a playground.

My mom was mad, yes, but she wasn't surprised. She kicked him out, and we later found out that he put a pistol to his mouth.

We were sad yes. I mean he was my FATHER. But we didn't even go to his firkin funeral.

That was years ago, and we're over it.

Now it's VEGAS time!

"Vegas? Why?" I asked when she came back.