The Wedding Chick

Chapter 1

The Crash Of The Love Stories

Carmela's POV

"Dooooowweeeyy, I MISSEEED YOOUUU !!" yep that's me calling my bestfriend from afar whose name is Douglas McArthur but likes being called "Dowey" (pronounced as "Do-wi") how manly is that huh?!

"Oh my gee, CC, you're like shouting as if Dowey is your hot boyfriend who came back from his business trip in Hawaii which does not include hunting shirtless hot guys with burning abs that happens to be wearing shorts, just shorts " Yep, that's also one of my best friends MM, full name is Meisha Maxine Madrigal.

"But Dowey is still considered HOT, you know" I pouted

"..but him being my boyfriend is just plain Y-U-C-K" I shivered at the thought of Dowey being my groom in my wedding.

"You know, he can be your substitute for your imaginary groom" MM said, while wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Yeah! like he's so manly that he managed to turn his name Douglas to Dowey, that's so hot! I'm so gonna get him to be my boyfriend who apparently came back from Hawaii who did NOT, I repeat DID NOT check out hot guys with abs" I said with sarcasm, get it?

"Hahaha! As if he would lay his eyes on you, he only has eyes for sexy guys plus the abs, He is just plain HOT, so I realized to take back what I said about him being your boyfriend who didn't care about guys that are parading their physique!!" MM exclaimed. I know right?! Who would have thought that the hot guy that looked like a copy-cat of Zac Efron will also be hitting on a guy like Zac Efron! Got that right! Douglas or should I say Dowey would prefer some stranger of the same sex rather than the two gorgeous- magazine-cover- worthy-girls standing in front of him that he had known half of his life! Reality hurts that gay guys are always hot!

"Ladies, are you talking about my obvious hotness?" Dowey said with a very manly voice that would had me falling on my knees if I happen to not know him as my gay best friend.

"What if we were?" MM said with a flirtatiously and held Dowey's tie pulling him closer to her.

"What the fudge? OH MY GEEE!! I just left from Hawaii then suddenly you forgot that I would prefer Channing Tatum than Megan Fox herself?!" Dowey said with a high-pitched voice, that is so not manly.

"Awww, rats! And here I am thinking of you as my future groom in my fairy tale wedding!" I said, picking on him now.

"Geez, ladies, if you were to hit on me, I have a better idea! Let's get to the bar!" Dowey said excitedly.

"I thought you will never ask!" MM said with the same enthusiasm.

I can't help being sad with the thought of my two best friends are now so exposed with the flashing lights and alcohol. They were not like this before but after heartbreak after heartbreaks, they decided to go YOLO and binge on beers.

I still remember Mei's or should I say MM's frozen state when he saw her jerkwad groom running away from the altar while she was having tears when walking in the aisle or Dowey's scratched face with tears running down from his face when he came home running to me, explaining how he punched a flirty girl from sucking the life out of his cheating-ass boyfriend but the dirty girl didn't go without a fight so she managed to scratch his beautiful face before running away with Dowey's boyfriend.

People really do change because of so much heartbreak but that didn't stop me from still believing that there are two single and very available persons out there that will suck them out of their negative reverie and make my two best friends lives worth living than bingeing on alcohol.

"You gonna stand there CC?!" Shouted Dowey

I just shook my head and shouted back "Coming! sorry madamme for making you wait so long!" sprinting towards them.

Make that THREE single persons and very available because apparently I'm also part of this night life. Well, who would drag these two out of the bar without being robbed or raped when they were so drunk to even stand or think straight? Yes, I drink a little but I need to be sober because I need to be there for them and also for the fact that maybe I would meet my knight in shining armor here, you know maybe take my friends and I out of this place and drive us home safely. What? I'm a hopeful person, just a very hopeless romantic person that wants to find a decent man who didn't want to take advantage of me and generously offers my friends and I ride home away from this horrid place; which is also sort of not possible, sooo not trusting strangers, they maybe our stalkers or something. Hey! Don't think that I only wait here for my prince to sweep me off my feet, I can meet HIM in the mall, in the park or just anywhere and that anywhere includes this place with the reek of alcohol and sweaty drunk people.

I know that's a one in a million chance to find him here because almost all the guys here just can't wait to get it on. Although, I pity them because they needed that attention from strangers who may have been carrying HIV or may just look like a walking STD with the lack of cloth in their bodies. I don't exactly hate the people here, it's just that, I hate their reasons of being here. Most of the people here just wanted a place to be free or a place to get attention. I believed that anybody deserved to be loved and be loved in return no matter what or who they are. Obviously, 95% of the people here lack that kind of attention just like my two best friends and somehow it also includes myself. So back to my mother's advice, "Don't talk to strangers" because you are still not sure of their intentions even if I pity them. Even if I am a true believer of love, I still don't trust strangers, it's a whole another story. . Are you getting me or what?!