A Taste of Sweet Ecstasy

Chapter 33: 2AM Rendezvous

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A/N: So it's been like 3 weeks since I last updated and I've missed it so much! I am now on holidays which may mean extra updates but no promises! I've already finished chapter 34 so i was thinking...when this chapter gets to 50 votes, i'll post it up! C'mon guys, we got 80 votes last chapter. 50 votes on this one and i'll update right away!

Photo up there ^ of Adrian and Archie.

I hope everyone is wellll and I hope you all enjoy this chapter! 

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Chapter 33: 2AM Rendezvous

It’s been 2 days since the big revelation of our parents coming home and all the exciting news that we brought upon them still sat in the air – but it wasn’t awkward anymore. Everyone had accepted it and our parents were all dealing with it. Belle’s pregnancy funny enough seemed to take the weight off Archie and I being married which was good but I knew it wasn’t long now till Katerina and my mom started planning another wedding – despite the fact that we explained to them that we didn’t actually willingly get married, well we kind of did but we weren’t sober so it doesn’t count, it was the influence of drugs and alcohol – not that we dared to tell them about the drug bit because my mom surely would have lost the plot. Then the question that was sent flying at us blindly was: were we going to still get divorced now that we’re a couple and not hating each other? Well I would think so but my boyfriend or should I say husband on other hand didn’t seem to be on the same page as me. With a pinch to the ass he opened his mouth and told both our parents that we wanted to stay married – we haven’t talked about it since.

I mean there’s a part of me that saddens at the thought of divorcing Archie…but then there’s the logical part of me that says we should get divorced.

We were now in the middle of deciding what to do for my 18th birthday which was in 3 days. I know last minute planning at its finest. Honestly I didn’t want to do anything for my birthday except get piss drunk with my boyfriend and friends but Belle wasn’t having any of it, she refused to let me down a vodka bottle without a party. I could’ve argued with her but quite frankly I’m too much of a pussy to deal with the wrath of a hormonal pregnant girl go all crazy on me so I just agreed to keep her happy.

“Just invite some people, get a DJ, some booze and maybe a strobe light and we’re done, simple as that.”  Axel shrugged his shoulders and I couldn’t help but agree with my brother. It really wasn’t such a big deal. I mean, I’ve practically done everything that an 18 year old is supposed to do so 18 is just another number.

“Just invite some people, get a DJ, some booze…simple as that,” Belle childishly mimicked Axel. I snickered at her face, it was like he just said something awful but all it was, was a simple solution to a stress free party and pre planning.

“Seriously babe? Adrian even said she doesn’t want anything big; I think Axel’s idea is pretty sweet.”  Clay intertwined his hand with Belles.

“Is it too much to ask for some fùcking help? All I want to do is throw my best friend an 18th birthday party, is that so bad? God all of you can just go and…go and…eat shit!” Belle stood up abruptly making everyone quieten at her outburst. She then walked out of the room with tears flowing down her face.

Damn hormones.

 “Great going you twat, you made her cry.” I rolled my eyes at Clay and stood up going after my best friend.

I knew where she was without having to look for her. She was swinging on our old swing. No one was allowed to touch it when we were younger. Every time one of us had a problem, we’d run to the swing and sit there for hours and hours talking about anything and everything. It wasn’t just a swing for our bad times no, we spent heaps of time laughing and joking around on this very swing. I told her all about my crush on Connor Rossi in the third grade and she told me about her first kiss with Clay in the sixth grade. We even have our names carved into it so everyone would know that it belonged to us.