Spin The Bottle In The Bedroom (On Hold)

8: iknowthislittlechapel

"Jake doesn't want to get married at a hall," I stated blandly. "He wants to get married at a church."

"Oh," Sienna says quietly, then starts to go through some papers. "I think I have something here we could go and see?" It came out more as a question. I just shrugged.

I didn't want to be with her, I wanted to be with Jake. I wanted him to apologize for last night and tell me that he loved me and then finish what he started in the bathtub.

"Okay, so, when you say church of you mean, small corner church, or chapel, or you know, the whole shebang?" Sienna asked, and I run my fingers along the side of her purse and keys that sat on my kitchen table.

"We'll see," I smiled, glancing at the colorful SMILE keychain.

"Did you want to go to those right now today?" She asked, digging through her briefcase quite clumsily.

"Are you nervous or something?" I asked her, picking up a few papers that she dropped.

"N-no..." She stammers, then pulls out a portfolio of some type. "I mean, maybe just a little."

"Would you rather talk to Jake?" I said dauntingly, but I don't think she noticed.

"Honestly?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Please."

"Yes." She said, and made it simple.

"Wh-"

"It's not that I'm insulting you or anything, it's just that I've never really gotten along well with that many people, and I would rather there be more than just us here. Cause then I wouldn't have to try so hard. One on one scares me," she admits, handing me a purple folder. "These are all the churches I have on file..."

I take the folder from her, then sit straight up in my chair. "Listen," I start, clearing my throat. "We're probably the same age, right? If we're not, then we can't be that far apart."

"I just turned twenty," she says quickly, and I sigh.

"Well, I'm only twenty-one. I'm not your mothers age, or some thirty-year-old rushing to get married to beat her clock if you know what I mean."

"I do."

"Great!" I grinned. "So there's nothing to be nervous about. Its just us girls here!" I patted her hand with my free one, and made sure to give her a winning, friendly smile. "Think of it as, being ten and planning your dream wedding with your old best friend."

This seemed to make her happy, and she suddenly started to smile. "I do remember doing that," she nods, and I laugh slightly.

"Good, because I never did."

"Really?" She raised a curious brow and I nodded.

"Yeah, you know. My best friend was a boy. He was my only friend growing up, and at ten, we weren't planning weddings I can tell you that."

"What did you do?" When she asked me that I started to bite my lip.

"I don't know... I think that was the year his parents split so he wasn't up to much. I guess we just got in trouble a lot. I don't know," I laughed. "Who remembers?" I say nonchalantly, then start to look at all the churches she had lined up.

"How was it?" She asked, bringing my attention back to her.

"How was what?"

"Growing up with a boy best friend? I've always wondered how that worked."

"Wow," I breathed. "I guess it was fine. Until we got older, then it was annoying, then complicated, then fine. And I sure didn't end up with him if that's what you're thinking."