I hate weddings. The feel of it all, anyway. "Shane, hurry the fuck up!" a still groggy Luke called. I grabbed my suit jacket and slid it on, one sleeve at a time then searched for my goggles and placed them just above my fringe.
I'd feel even more exposed if I didn't have my goggles. They're the 3rd- no wait...4th? Nope... 5th? 5th! They're the 5th most important thing to me after: music, the band, Hendrix and Iron Maiden. What?! It is Iron Maiden.
I exit the room and head downstairs, going into the kitchen and interrupting Keveridge's 'little tea party'.
"Morning Shane!" Kier chimed
"Morning''
"What's the matter, bud?" Laurence asked, sipping his black coffee. His breath bitter.
"It's a wedding, Bevs. He doesn't like 'em, remember?" Kier pointed out.
We've known each over since nursery, he's my brother and he knows everything about me.
Bevers muttered something like 'Kier Dorran Kemp, you are too good for me sometimes' before kissing his flame haired princes' forehead.
I peer round the corner and call to Luke.
"You ready pilnahn?!"
"All set, are you sure you're not gonna walk out on this one?" he asked
"I'm sure..."
"Good. Otherwise you're buying drinks for all the guests. All 140 of 'em. All. Night. Long!"
And with that we got in the van and drove, not knowing that there was something actually good at this wedding...
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A/N: Hey, thanks for reading! the next chapter may take longer but not to long :)
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