style you want?” Michelle chimes in.
Jessica sighs, “That’s another
disaster. I’ve been debating two styles. The first is long and
curled, because we all know how stunning I look when I wear my hair
like that.” She pauses, and waits for us to nod in agreement, “But
I’m worried because I think it’s too typical destination
wedding.”
“ Agreed” Stephanie says and
shares another nod with Michelle, “Every bride who has a
destination wedding goes for the curly lock look. It’s so
overdone.”
“ That brings me to my
second option.” Jessica says with a hiccup, then smiles with a
proud grin, “I step out of my comfort zone and pull my hair back
into a sleek side bun.”
“ Ooooh! You have to do
that!” Michelle shrieks, “You would look stunning.”
“ Don’t you have to have
some class to pull off a look like that?” Stephanie says and gives
Jessica a playful nudge.
“ Oh, I’ve got class.”
Jessica giggles and fluffs her hair, “What do you think Megan? What
would you do?”
I shrug, “I don’t know. I think you
will look great no matter what.”
“ I don’t want to
look great Megan.
I want to look fucking fabulous.” Jessica says.
Stephanie and Michelle share a
concerned glance and take a sip of their drinks.
“ What do you want me to
say? I like your hair both ways.”
“ I want to you to say what
I should do. You’re my maid-of-honor. That’s part of your job.”
Jessica pouts.
I feel like the worst maid-of-honor
ever. If I can’t even help my best friend decide on how she should
style her hair, how am I ever going to make up my mind on how I
feel about Ben?
A gleam of concern rises in Jessica’s
eyes, “How’s the maid-of-honor speech coming?”
Stephanie and Michelle quickly turn
away and abandon me with bridezilla. They have been caught in this
topic before, and know to get out while they can. Jessica has been
a little crazy lately with her obsession on this speech.
“ It’s going.” I say
wearily.
Jessica frowns, “How many times do I
have to tell you how crucial a good maid-of-honor speech
is?”
“ Don’t worry. I promise it
will be up to snuff.”
Jessica crosses her arms in
front of her chest and reminds me I am not allowed to bring up
embarrassing stories from her past, and I definitely cannot
highlight any volatile fights between her and Michael. I agree and
try my hardest to engage in a committed conversation with her, but
when Ben smiles over at me from the other end of the table, it’s
all over. I gaze into his sexy brown eyes and find myself wandering
off from Jessica’s continual chatter. His strong jaw line and five
o’clock shadow has my heart palpitating in my chest. When he licks
his bottom lip, I have to stop myself from flying across the table
and ripping off his shirt. It is in this moment that I try to
convince myself I really can keep Ben and I’s situation a secret.
I can do
this .
Besides, everyone has a few secrets. I
can think of three secrets none of my friends know about me;
including Jessica and Ben:
1. I own Karaoke Revolution for my
Nintendo Wii and yes, I sing to it when I am alone. It is hidden
under my mattress like a teenage boy would hide his Penthouse
magazine.
2. I love watching all Disney Pixar
movies. Every time a new one is released, I rent it, pop it into my
DVD player and rip open a bag of chips to munch on.
3. I hate my mother’s banana bread. I
pretend I like it, because I don’t want to hurt her feelings. But
when she isn’t looking, I feed it to her Basset Hound.
Ben leans back in his chair and
stretches out his long legs and places his hands behind his head.
He is so calm and relaxed - completely unfazed by the lies we fed
our friends. Why was he so adamant on not telling anybody? Of
course this answer is simple: Ben can’t commit to anyone. It occurs
to me this should probably hurt my feelings, but instead it makes
me question why I am consciously letting myself get trapped in this
weird,
Jessica sighs, “That’s another
disaster. I’ve been debating two styles. The first is long and
curled, because we all know how stunning I look when I wear my hair
like that.” She pauses, and waits for us to nod in agreement, “But
I’m worried because I think it’s too typical destination
wedding.”
“ Agreed” Stephanie says and
shares another nod with Michelle, “Every bride who has a
destination wedding goes for the curly lock look. It’s so
overdone.”
“ That brings me to my
second option.” Jessica says with a hiccup, then smiles with a
proud grin, “I step out of my comfort zone and pull my hair back
into a sleek side bun.”
“ Ooooh! You have to do
that!” Michelle shrieks, “You would look stunning.”
“ Don’t you have to have
some class to pull off a look like that?” Stephanie says and gives
Jessica a playful nudge.
“ Oh, I’ve got class.”
Jessica giggles and fluffs her hair, “What do you think Megan? What
would you do?”
I shrug, “I don’t know. I think you
will look great no matter what.”
“ I don’t want to
look great Megan.
I want to look fucking fabulous.” Jessica says.
Stephanie and Michelle share a
concerned glance and take a sip of their drinks.
“ What do you want me to
say? I like your hair both ways.”
“ I want to you to say what
I should do. You’re my maid-of-honor. That’s part of your job.”
Jessica pouts.
I feel like the worst maid-of-honor
ever. If I can’t even help my best friend decide on how she should
style her hair, how am I ever going to make up my mind on how I
feel about Ben?
A gleam of concern rises in Jessica’s
eyes, “How’s the maid-of-honor speech coming?”
Stephanie and Michelle quickly turn
away and abandon me with bridezilla. They have been caught in this
topic before, and know to get out while they can. Jessica has been
a little crazy lately with her obsession on this speech.
“ It’s going.” I say
wearily.
Jessica frowns, “How many times do I
have to tell you how crucial a good maid-of-honor speech
is?”
“ Don’t worry. I promise it
will be up to snuff.”
Jessica crosses her arms in
front of her chest and reminds me I am not allowed to bring up
embarrassing stories from her past, and I definitely cannot
highlight any volatile fights between her and Michael. I agree and
try my hardest to engage in a committed conversation with her, but
when Ben smiles over at me from the other end of the table, it’s
all over. I gaze into his sexy brown eyes and find myself wandering
off from Jessica’s continual chatter. His strong jaw line and five
o’clock shadow has my heart palpitating in my chest. When he licks
his bottom lip, I have to stop myself from flying across the table
and ripping off his shirt. It is in this moment that I try to
convince myself I really can keep Ben and I’s situation a secret.
I can do
this .
Besides, everyone has a few secrets. I
can think of three secrets none of my friends know about me;
including Jessica and Ben:
1. I own Karaoke Revolution for my
Nintendo Wii and yes, I sing to it when I am alone. It is hidden
under my mattress like a teenage boy would hide his Penthouse
magazine.
2. I love watching all Disney Pixar
movies. Every time a new one is released, I rent it, pop it into my
DVD player and rip open a bag of chips to munch on.
3. I hate my mother’s banana bread. I
pretend I like it, because I don’t want to hurt her feelings. But
when she isn’t looking, I feed it to her Basset Hound.
Ben leans back in his chair and
stretches out his long legs and places his hands behind his head.
He is so calm and relaxed - completely unfazed by the lies we fed
our friends. Why was he so adamant on not telling anybody? Of
course this answer is simple: Ben can’t commit to anyone. It occurs
to me this should probably hurt my feelings, but instead it makes
me question why I am consciously letting myself get trapped in this
weird,
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