Saturday: May 12, 2012- If you have not realized it yet, the summer is not yet here- but get your overnight bags ready. The Patterson-McAdams wedding is this weekend held at the yaht club and by now you must have heard the news, it's the supposed wedding of the year. Not to mention a sneak peak of your summer.
“So why do you have to go to the Vineyard early?”
Amanda is sitting on my bed, watching as I pack for the summerhouse. She’s not the brightest, but she’s my best friend, and even though I had told her many times – I’d tell her again:
“There’s a wedding.”
“Oh,” she says.
My brother, Kyle, walks in.
“We’re leaving in five minutes. If you’re not downstairs in two, you’re not coming.”
I raise an eyebrow, “I need twenty minutes.”
“I’m giving you five.”
“Give me twenty, or I tell dad who really dented the side of her car last week.”
Kyle gives me the finger, “Fuck you, Libby.”
“So, twenty minutes it is. Thanks, brother!”
We pile into the rental car for our five-minute drive to the yacht club. I sit in front with my dad, my brothers sit in the middle with my sister, and the babies sit in the way back with my mother.
“Oh my god, Jessica,” I snap, “Can you stop breathing down my neck?”
She sniffs, “I just want to see who you’re talking to.”
“I’m talking to Harry, okay? Now stop trying to read my messages.”
The rest of the ride is in silence, thankfully, and we reach the yacht club without anymore issues. I take the lead and throw my blazer at the girl in the coat check, making sure she knows its silk and that if she ruins it, she’s paying for another.
“I’m here,” I say to a group of local girls I’ve always known, finding that I’m the first one of the “tourists” to arrive. We chat for a bit, but I’m more interested in finding Harry.
“Hi gorgeous,” he appears, clad in his suit, and wraps an arm around my waist, “Did you miss me?”
“Of course. More importantly, did you miss me?”
He laughs, “Of course.”
We join the rest of my family and sit down before the ceremony begins because we’re going to be late, but lets face it, who in their right mind would start without me?
comment with 'corin' if you read because that's what my brother just called me lolz.
“So why do you have to go to the Vineyard early?”
Amanda is sitting on my bed, watching as I pack for the summerhouse. She’s not the brightest, but she’s my best friend, and even though I had told her many times – I’d tell her again:
“There’s a wedding.”
“Oh,” she says.
My brother, Kyle, walks in.
“We’re leaving in five minutes. If you’re not downstairs in two, you’re not coming.”
I raise an eyebrow, “I need twenty minutes.”
“I’m giving you five.”
“Give me twenty, or I tell dad who really dented the side of her car last week.”
Kyle gives me the finger, “Fuck you, Libby.”
“So, twenty minutes it is. Thanks, brother!”
We pile into the rental car for our five-minute drive to the yacht club. I sit in front with my dad, my brothers sit in the middle with my sister, and the babies sit in the way back with my mother.
“Oh my god, Jessica,” I snap, “Can you stop breathing down my neck?”
She sniffs, “I just want to see who you’re talking to.”
“I’m talking to Harry, okay? Now stop trying to read my messages.”
The rest of the ride is in silence, thankfully, and we reach the yacht club without anymore issues. I take the lead and throw my blazer at the girl in the coat check, making sure she knows its silk and that if she ruins it, she’s paying for another.
“I’m here,” I say to a group of local girls I’ve always known, finding that I’m the first one of the “tourists” to arrive. We chat for a bit, but I’m more interested in finding Harry.
“Hi gorgeous,” he appears, clad in his suit, and wraps an arm around my waist, “Did you miss me?”
“Of course. More importantly, did you miss me?”
He laughs, “Of course.”
We join the rest of my family and sit down before the ceremony begins because we’re going to be late, but lets face it, who in their right mind would start without me?
comment with 'corin' if you read because that's what my brother just called me lolz.
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