Wedding bells

Evan's point of view

I was so confused. Everything came at me so fast. I ran to comfort Taissa, she kissed me, then ran. I watched her walk out the door and blow me a kiss. I caught it. I looked up at Dylan, my vision blurred. "What should I do?" I asked with a shakey voice. I just watched the love of my life run away from me for no reason. "Want to go drink?" Dylan looked at me and shrugged his shoulder. "Are you serious, a drink?" I looked at him in disgust. "That's what you think I need?" I added. "Well, yes." Dylan said with a blank expression. "Ugh, fine." I grabbed my jacket and keys. "Let's go."

As we made our way to the bar Dylan was giving girls cat calls. Eventually 2 stopped, one went to Dylan, one went to me. They smelled like cheap perfume and booze. I was not looking to hook up so I moved around the girl. "Dude!! Come on! Taissa obviously doesn't want you anymore." As that phrase slipped through Dylan's mouth I stopped. "How dare you." I said under my breath. I saw Dylan push the girls and ran to me. "Sorrrrry, no harm no foul?" I gave him a dirty look and kept walking.

The whole night I only thought of Taissa. The way she smiled *drink* The way she laughed *drink* She way she kissed me *drink* *drink* No matter how much I drank, the memory of her never faded. I was weak. I looked around and spotted a girl who looked Tai. Sparkling brown eyes, Long dirty blonde hair, beautiful smile. She made eye contact with me, then slowly made her way over. "Hey" she said with a smirk. "Taissa?" my vision was now blurry and I was having a hard time standing.

"Um, no. Weirdo." She walked off. "TAI!" I screamed and attmepted to run after the girl. "What the hell is your problem?" Dylan grabbed my shoulder. "That's not Taissa at all." I squinted and looked at her for awhile. As I focused on her more, the more I came to realize it wasn't her. "Let's go"

Dylan drove us back to my apartment and helped me get in the room. He told me I should go to bed and I did. I was good and drunk. But before I drifted off to sleep I overheard Dylan on the phone.

"Ya, well he's drunk at the moment sorry."

"Yes, he's sleeping. He can't talk. But I can." I saw him smile.

I automactically knew who it was. Dylan just wanted me to drink so I couldn't stop him. I moaned to try to get him to notice. He was already out the door.