AN: I swear that I've outdone myself this time y'all. This song hits home in so many ways.
WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT MY LACK OF DILF PICS!? If you thought I said 🍆 at first, I love you dirty bird.
Phoebe:
I wiggle closer to the middle of the bed and sigh in content.
When was the last time I've slept this good?
I see his face surface in my mind but I push it away. I can't think of him, not today.
'Today! Oh shit!' I mentally scream while turning around in my bed.
Opening my eyes is hard as hell but when I manage it, I find myself wondering how exactly I got back to my room. The last thing I remember is excessive drinking and HIM.
My beautiful illusion.
A shifting in the bed alerts me that I didn't sleep alone last night. I feel my eyes widening and my body freezing up in hopes that he doesn't know that I'm awake. It's a safe guess that I'm not actually in my room.
I don't even remember talking to any guys last night! Sure I blabbered to a figment of my imagination but other than that......nothing sparks my memory.
I shift inch by inch to the end of my side of the bed and gently lift the covers off of my body. The first thing I notice is that it's cold as balls in this room. The next thing I notice is that I have on minimal clothing but my lady bits aren't sore.
Why am I in a random strangers bed if I didn't sleep with him?
I hear the man shifting again and I instantly get spooked. No way in hell am I going to have that awkward after hookup chat, especially when we didn't even hookup!
I find my clothes neatly folded in a chair with my phone on a charger. I pang hits me square in the chest as I remember HIM doing this same thing for me.
By sheer determination, I stop the memories from bombarding me because I don't have time for the break down that will eventually happen if it continues.
Quickly, I pull on my clothes and shoes trying not to make noise. The lump in the bed doesn't move an inch as i creep over to the door. Part of me is curious to see if the drunk me pulled a cutie but the other part knows that I'll wake him up, then I won't be able to leave.
It isn't until I'm near the door that it clicks in my brain that this room smells familiar to me. My gaze shifts to the lump again and I HAVE to see his face.
I slowly creep back but this time its to his side of the bed.
It can't be. Can it?
He breathes in deeply while shifting, letting out a loud snore and panic races through my veins.
I can't take it if the lump isn't him. I'd rather the uncertainty than feeling miserable. This is the stairway incident all over again.
I'm imagining things.
And even if it is him, what would I do? What would I say?
With a pang of regret, I rush out of the room not caring about the noise I'm making.
A quick run to the elevators lets me know what floor I'm on. I take a breath and wait, either for the elevator to ding or the mystery man to show up.
The quiet hallway hurts my ears and heart.
~
Two hours before the wedding starts and I'm ready to kill everyone.
I've been hit so far with hungover groomsmen, catty bridesmaids, and Rachel, who keeps crying which makes everyone stop to take care of her. I can't really blame her because her hormones are all over the fucking place due to being pregnant but I'm just done.
After checking in with the caterers, florist, cake people, drivers, pastor, and the people setting up the reception party, I finally make my way up to my room to change.
A knock on our adjourned door makes me groan. I don't open it, I just lean onto the wood.
"I will drag your ass down that isle Ross, even if you're on your deathbed." I growl.
A laugh on the other side of the door lifts my spirits.
"Do you need me to take care of anything?" Ross asks.
"Yes. Pump your groomsmen full of coffee, make sure all the drivers know where they're going, call the pastor again because I swear he sounded hungover too, and for the love of everything- figure out a way to get Rachel to stop crying because I can't have her walking down the isle sobbing." I plead the last part.
"Okay", is all I get before there is utter silence on his side.
I decide to trust him and start getting ready.
After an hour of pampering I step out of my room with my fresh tux, perfectly styled hair, flawlessly applied makeup with dramatic smoky eye, and close toed wedge heels.
Feeling ready to conquer the world, I press the button for the lobby. When the doors open, it's complete pandemonium. Flower girls running around, regular guests arguing with wedding guests, but at least I don't have to deal with a crying Rachel. I'm assuming that she's already at the church which is excellent.
It takes me forty- five minutes to settle everyone down.
Not only are all the drivers now gone to the church, I don't even have Ross' room key so that I can grab his keys.
Luckily I see the florist on the way to her car, so I grab a ride.
With five minutes to spare I rush into the church expecting chaos.
"Where have you been?" Rachel screeches at me when I enter the bridal room.
"Dealing." Is my only response.
I check out my hair and makeup in the mirror while the females keep on talking. The excitement in the room is contagious and a smile makes its way to my face.
A knock on the door has me turning to the room.
"It's time ladies," I announce excitedly. "wish me luck."
I leave them laughing and walk into the hallway.
Music is playing in the main chapel and I feel my heart beating at a rapid pace.
This is it.
I move to push open the big double doors when I'm grabbed from behind.
My fight is drained from me when I see his face.
My ghost.
AN: SDC is #3 in college student. Since when has Wattpad started rating mature books? Next is a Mr. M chapter then one with Phoebe, and then maybe an epilogue.
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