14. Poetic Justice.

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    Day 10

    I'm  not sure what happened at the end of that dinner party. But what I recall is waking up.

    I laid on a couch beside Spencer who was happily shirtless. I let my eyes adjust to see we hadn't left the warehouse. A few feet from me was Mickey with a bottle of Jack daniels snuggled beside him.

Josh was stripped to his underwear laying in a broken coffin and Avery slept close to Mickey Josh farthest from everyone.

I loudly coughed feeling as if I could puke. "Damn, who gave me this." Mickey yelled throwing the bottle so it smashed waking Josh.

"Geez,  did we die." Josh mumbled in the remains of a casket.

Spencer coughed waking up his eyes a odd red. Avery slept through our loud waking. I stretched getting up my dress a little torn.

Last night:

"Come one big boy!" Mickey yelled throwing  coffetti strips at him.

Josh took off his shirt drunk beyond words. Avery screamed with arousal as Spencer and I laid laughing at the stupidity.

"Yes Bitch! When is the Bachelor party." Mickey cheered.

"Now!" Josh yelled

"Watch him fall." I smiled.

      Josh said standing on a casket this being his warehouse for work. Josh began drunkenly dancing and instead of falling, the top of the casket broke and he went straight through.

"I broke a casket!" Hungover Josh said laying within the casket remains still.

"We need to go home." Avery said finally awake.

"Spenny." I said pushing Spencer who managed to slip back into a quiet slumber.

"Hmm." He said rubbing his eyes and siitting up fully awake. "I'll drive."

We all piled into the car barely awake it apparently 3 pm.

"Let's get Wendy's." Mickey moaned from the back.

"Yeah Spidey." Josh cooed.

"Fuck you." Spencer said driving to the nearest Wendy's today was bound to be special.

~~

From this day forward Avery and Mickey where on weding duty. To save money they weren't hiring a professional planner. So we were on our own.

Mickey  pleading if he could write a book he could plan a simple wedding.

I sat with Josh eating old fries laughing about Mickey's choatic state. "He is still hungover and trying to plan the wedding."

"He's  got a bottle with him 24\7 he won't get much done." I said.

"Very funny lazy basics, but you can't  be hung over when drinking. Black and white theme complete." He said placing an empty bottle on the table.

"Watch the gut!" I yelled after him.

"So, you and Spencer. Finally!"

"I just started realizing things. I'm happy here."

"So your willing to stay."

"I'm  not sure I can do that."

"So your just gonna drive up and down for goodnight kisses."

"It's  a 2 hour drive. Plus I have a life in Pennsylvania."

"You have a family here."

"I'm know but it's  not that easy. I have a job."

"You're  being ridiculous!"

"That's not your place to judge."

Spencer came in Avery in his arms bridal style. She laughed wildly in my arms. "Ra! Ra get it. This kid is trying to reach shit in the attic sleeps falls and then cries for about an hour."

"Shhh." Avery said realizing we were talking about something serious.

"You okay?" Josh asked getting up to take Avery from his arms.

"Yeah, I might need a doctor."

"Well, I have a high school diploma." He smiled walking out.

"You okay." He asked me sitting where Josh once sat.

I nodded looking into my dark cup. "What happens when my vacation time is up?" I asked.

"I can visit Pennsylvania." He smiled holding my hands in his taking them off the cup. "Shoot, my dad lives there. We can make it work. Move back on your own terms."

"But I'm not sure if that will be anytime soon."

He nodded looking around the room. He shrugged. "Remember that one time Avery's  mom almost moved them back to Louisiana. We made a schedule. That's multiple hours of driving, but we promised we'd make it work."

"Sorry." Avery said limping in. "I'm an easedropper. Ra, you don't  have to move back right away. Take a year or fifty. We'll all be here patiently waiting."

"But please not fifty." Spencer smiled weakily.

"I can talk to my boss. I'm  sure no one will miss me too much." I said looking between rhe two.

"Better get to helping with the wedding." He said.

"Yeah, Spencer we kinda have to head to your computer shop invites are going to print themselves." Avery said.

"Pray for me." He yelled as they left the kitchen.

"Hey, I wasn't-. I'm not that hot head I was before."

"Spencer is my little brother you know. My first real friend. I hate how I'm never able to protect him enough. So when I see you pulling his strings. Making it so it's a little hard on him I get all mama bear." He said quietly.

"I love Spencer."

"I know." He said cutting him off. "But sometimes love gets twisted." He said getting up but before he left I stopped him. "Josh, Avery will forgive you with anything."

"Yeah, but I don't want that. I don't my wife to be scared to say I'm not sorry. I'm not my father."

"Maybe you need to find your source of your anger."

"My source?" He laughed. "Every damn thing has got my me mad."

"Before it was your dad now?"

"My dad was never something that got resolved." Josh said with a guffaw. "He was a dying man. He drank to his death. All I did was go to his funeral. I never regained his trust. Or made him into my father figure."

"Have you ever thought of seeing a therapist. I mean a wedding can be stressful; you may need to talk things out."

"I'm not insane Raven."

"Therapy is something we all need. We're all crazy."

He sat down slowly thinking deeply. "I lied."

"Hm?" I said confused.

"I knew right when she died; I felt her stop. Like a computer no longer blowing out that hot air. She was cold and solid. I felt it, and I lied because I should've told the doctors. But I held her. I held her tight for awhile. I'm  not angry. I've never been angry. I was disappointed. In myself; in my father. Everyone fails me, and whenever someone doesn't  I get confused and-"

"Angry?"

"Angry."

"See. You feel better."

He said silent falling back in his seat staring at the ceiling. "I feel like mess."

I moved to stand over him staring right in the eyes upside down."Join the club."

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