What Happens In Vegas

Fourteen

F O U R T E E N

EVANGELINE

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Okay, so you can cook! Big deal!" Becket let out a bellowing laugh as he took my plate to the kitchen. 

"It is a big deal when you admit it because you can't cook for shit!"

"I never said that!"

"No, but Hazel did." I scoffed and crossed my arms, worming my way into the couch, slightly wishing it would just swallow me whole. "But that's okay because I can cook, so it's not a problem." He entered the room and sat next to me, his arm resting on the top of the couch, inviting me to cuddle into him. 

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Talk like we're going to stay married."

He sighed. "This again?"

"Yeah this again! This is crazy, Beckett! Can't you see that?!" 

"Who said crazy was bad?" 

"Do you honestly think that we can build a long lasting relationship-marriage-on a drunken night in Vegas!? We literally got fucking wasted, spilt our dirty secrets, and then got married! That's not a great way to start ANY kind of relationship!" 

"Why, because that's not how you and Ryan got together?" I reared back and widened my eyes. Well, shit, if that's how you wanna play. 

"Is that how you and Brittney got together? Do you make a habit of getting girls drunk and marrying them? I mean I wouldn't know because we met like a week ago!" 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't get women drunk to marry them! Who says you don't get men drunk to marry them! I mean I wouldn't know because we met like a week ago!" 

I scoffed and stood. "I'm not some whore." 

"And I'm not some man-whore, so are we good?" Silence stretched between us and the tension was thick in the air. "Look, Angel, marrying each other is the craziest decision either one of us has ever made, but I don't regret it, and if you give it a chance I know you won't either." 

"And how do you know?" 

"I just know, okay?"

"That's literally the shittiest answer I've ever heard." 

"Angel-"

"I'm going to bed." I quickly turned and made a beeline to one of the guest bedrooms, locking the door so I wouldn't have to face him. This was never going to work. We're from two completely different worlds! He's rich, of course he doesn't have to care about his life choices! And this is when Hazel would point out how judgy I was being. Fuck, just like Ryan. 

I sighed and sat at the end of the bed, running my hand along the soft cloth of the bedspread. Yet again I come to the conclusion that half of me is telling me to run and the other half is begging me to stay. I didn't want to deal with this right now; I'm going to stay in this room for the rest of the night no matter what! Do I have clothes in here? No. Will I have to go to Beckett's room to get them? Most likely. But I wont be doing that tonight! 

A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts, and I knew who it was. "Angel? You're boxes have arrived...I'm just going to set them right outside your door, okay? I'm walking away now...goodnight." And there he goes again, being all sweet and shit. I flopped my back on the bed, spreading my arms out wide. Maybe I had overreacted, but does he not see the flaw to his plan? Deciding that a shower would do me good, I crept to the door and slowly opened it. When I confirmed that Beckett wasn't near, I dragged a box inside and immediately shut the door as quietly as I could. For now, I just wanted to take a nice shower and go to bed; that's it. 

After finally figuring out how to work the luxurious shower head, I relaxed and stood there for a moment with the warm spray of the water on my back. Had I been too harsh with Beckett tonight? I'm sure he's under a lot of stress with the company, and us bickering probably didn't make things any better. When I walked into his office earlier tonight, he looked like he was drowning. I wanted to apologize, but my pride was holding me back. If he couldn't see my side, why should I see his? 

BECKETT

I sat outside of her door for a few minutes, but ultimately decided to give her some space. We were both upset right now and needed time to ourselves. Why was it so hard for her to give us a chance?! That's all I want; a chance. I walked down the hall to my bedroom and sighed; I'd hoped that Angel would be joining me tonight, but I'd have to sleep alone just like I had before we met. I took a short shower and dried my hair, walking back into the bedroom with a towel around my waist. I set my alarm and bent over to charge my phone when it started to ring. 

"Morello." 

"Hey, it's me," Alex said. 

"What do you need?"

"Are you coming in to the office tomorrow?" 

"I was planning to, yes."

"Alright, good, Dad is driving me crazy; I honestly don't know how you deal with him."

"I don't answer his calls," I chuckled and unwrapped my towel, throwing it on the bathroom doorknob. 

"He's persistent, Beckett, I can't just not answer." 

"Why are you so worried about him, Alex? You know I'm your boss, right?"

"Yes, I know that, but it's still Dad." 

"I'll be at the office in the morning, Alex."

"Alright."

I hung up and crawled into bed, turning out the light to try and sleep. I couldn't tell how long I had been laying there in the dark without a wink of sleep. I couldn't seem to shut my mind off thoughts of Evangeline. Was she as restless tonight as I was? Was she asleep peacefully like I wish I could be right about now? 

I had to do something that showed her how much I cared about her. Something that she didn't expect...something personal,  and I knew just the thing to do. 

A/N//:

Call it a filler chapter I guess; I'm making up for the fuckin two months I didn't publish shit