be shitty around whenever you feel like it, who is obliged to forgive and forget you’re a bitch and move on to the one thing we need to focus on. MY SISTER IS GETTING MARRIED!
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“Get your ass out of bed!” I shout at Erin.
Call me crazy (well, crazier than I am already), but falling asleep right next to my sister just like we used to when we were growing up has given me one of the best night’s sleep I have had in a very long time. The two of us talked half the night before we finally gave up and crashed.
Little does she know the small amount of decorating we did last night at Luke and Shayne’s house was a complete waste of time. She has no idea the plans Adam has for their wedding today.
“We have plenty of time.” Erin glances at the clock and then back to me as her ass stays planted on the bed. “All right, I’m coming,” she mutters, seeing my expression.
“About time,” I gripe under my breath.
I shove her toward the bathroom and leave her to get dressed. Half an hour later, she finally emerges.
“Oh, here she comes!” Shayne exclaims as Erin clomps down the hallway toward the kitchen, looking like a pissed off bridezilla.
“Ugh. This is my wedding day you two!”
“No shit?” I smirk.
“You’re getting married today? Oh, my fucking goodness.”
Shayne and I laugh, which pisses her off even more.
“Come on, let’s go. Adam has plans for you this morning.”
The two of us practically push her out the door. Erin climbs into the front of Shayne’s vehicle as I climb into the back. Erin starts laughing hysterically as Shayne waddles her very pregnant ass around the front of the truck and hoists herself up like she’s ready to burst. Sudden jealousy rears its ugly head and I tamp it down like I have for so many years, laughing my ass off along with my sister as we watch Shayne struggle with her seat belt.
“What’s so funny? Did I miss something from here to there?” Shayne asks, half out of breath.
Erin starts imitating a flapping seal and I nearly pee my pants. Shayne yells that she is about to pee hers, too. I get lost in my thoughts for a moment when I hear Shayne screeching.
“Wait? What the hell did you just say?”
Shayne jerks the wheel and abruptly pulls off onto the side of the road. Both she and I jump out of the barely stopped vehicle at the same time. We swing open the passenger side door and glare at my sister.
“You’re pregnant?”
She nods her head yes and the three of us go nuts, jumping up and down as cars drive by honking their horns and rubbernecking as they cruise on by, more than likely thinking, ‘crazy fucking women.’ I couldn’t care less what they all think as I squeeze my sister as tight as I can while flipping all those assholes off with my free hand. Screw the fun haters. My sister is going to have another baby! There will babies everywhere up here soon.
The sudden urge to cry at how lonely my life will always be hits me harder than anything else ever has in my life before. I have always been strong and confident in the woman I am; yet, why is it whenever I come up here, the pain of what I learned about myself when I was thirteen years old suddenly insinuates itself into the forefront of my mind.
“I just cannot for the life of me think of anything else Adam can do for me that he hasn’t already done, so I am taking this damn blindfold off right now if you two do not tell me where we are going!”
Erin reaches up to take it off and I snap my body forward, slapping her hands away. She turns my way.
“Did you just hit me?” she asks incredulously.
“Hell to the motherfucking yes, I did! I am about ready to knock you out if you don’t shut your trap. We’re not ruining the surprise, so turn around like a good little girl and shut it, already.”
Her mouth hangs open like one of those little guppy fish.
“You’re a bitch face,” she says, whirling her body right back to facing the front and crossing her arms
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