She wanted to test a theory. He wanted to win a bet. What could possibly go wrong?
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Why was this shit so much easier in the books?!
The Macy Anderson in me would spit out the alternatives to every c...
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~Lola Dino's Point of View~
"Get a hold of yourself, Lola!" I scold my damn nerves as I take another swig of the bottle, making sure not to drop any of the tequila on the expensive dress. I wipe the excess liquid that's trailing down the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. "What are you so nervous about? It's just a fucking wedding, and it's Ace. He'd laugh his ass of if he saw you like this."
Girl, if you don't calm down..., Buffy breaks through the nervous clouds in my head, your back and forthpacing is giving MY conscience's conscience a fucking headache.
I suck in a deep breath before taking another swig.
Get it together, idiot! Ace is probably as calm as ever while you're freaking out for no reason!
The rim of the bottle is about to reach my glossy lips once again when a determined knock on the door stops me midway.
Damn it! Where's a packet of Sour Patch Kids when you need one?
"It's unlocked," I call out before turning around to take one last gulp.
I hear the door creak open and then close, but no words from the visitor come out yet. Then I hear the lock turn...ever so slowly.
"Luca, I swear if this is one of your lame attempts to scare me-" I turn around to rain on my brother's fright fest, but who I find instead nearly makes my eyes fall out of their sockets. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" I whisper shout. "You're breaking tradition, you idiot! They'll kill us if they find out!"
Ace ignores my mini rant and goes straight for the bottle in my hands.
"May I?" He asks even though he's already raising the bottle to take a massive swig of his own. "Screw traditions," he tells me after he too wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, placing the bottle on a table nearby. "Nothing about us has ever been traditional, anyway."
I'd be lying if I were to say that his words don't bring at least a smirk to my face. And somehow, just like that, I already feel much calmer.
"Call me psychic, but I just knew I wasn't the only one nervous today."
"You're nervous?" I ask him as he snakes his arm around my waist, gluing our chests together. "How's that even remotely possible?" I place my hands on his tux-covered biceps...hisstrong, iron steel biceps.
Ace lets out a light chuckle as he caresses my cheek with his free hand.
"You look so perfect," he responds instead of answering my question. He then leans in to kiss my nose. My eyes close at his touch that I've already managed to miss after not spending last night together.
