to try on; so that’s something at least. The wedding is in two months already so everything is a little rushed. They just said they can’t wait to get married and want to do it this summer. No one argued.
****
Most of the guests have begun to leave. It’s roughly quarter to nine now and the only stragglers left are a couple close friends of mother's, the few cousins that are staying in the house, and Simon; who is now chatting up my youngest cousin Cassandra Hopsfield. We aren’t too close since her father, Dennis, doesn’t really like our family too much. I’m not too thrilled about the two of them talking. She’s always been a boy-stealer. But I shake it off because that really shouldn’t bother me at all, he’s not mine.
Simon spots me from across the room as I stare at the ornate grandfather clock against the wall behind him. He puts his hand up to Cassie signaling for her to stop and his lips move mumbling something I cannot hear as he starts to move toward me. She doesn’t look pleased as she crosses her thin ar ms and scowls in my direction.
“He’s late isn’t he… well, looks like you’ll just have to spend the evening with me then.” He says smugly.
“He’s not late it’s not even nine yet.” I spit back. He looks me up and down. His gaze on me feels electric and I can feel my knees weakening.
“So… what kind of date is this exactly?” He asks. At some point during the evening I slipped away to shower and change my clothes. I figured even though I have no intentions of being with Malcolm I didn’t need to let Simon know that; so I got all dolled up to spite of him. I teased my hair, made up my face, and threw on my skimpiest leopard print bikini – which if you ask me looks more like lingerie – and just a sheer long black beach shirt that stops right before my knees. I feel silly with his eyes on me now and realize that I probably went a little overboard.
“We’re taking a romantic stroll along the beach, if you must know.” I say, distracted by the thought that I might have enough time to change if I run up to my room now. But as quickly as I think it Malcolm walks through the door.
His attire has also changed. He ditched his suit for a pair of worn-out jeans, and a button ed down short sleeved Catalina blue shirt – unbuttoned at the top to expose his curly light brown chest hair – very handsome.
To fit in with my charade to make Simon jealous I excitedly skip over to Malcolm, throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a pe ck on his freshly shaved cheek.
“Malcolm!” I shriek in my annoying bratty girl voice. I’m going to make myself sick. I can’t believe how I’m acting. If I wasn’t putting on a show I would barely be able to speak to him, let alone touch him. I need to tone it down, but it's as if my ‘on’ switch has been pressed by this spiteful version of myself and there is no turning it off.
“Well hello. It’s nice to see you again too.” Malcolm exclaims looking at me in shock. I sense that he can tell that I’m putting on some sort of foolish act, but he just smiles and shakes it off. “Are you ready to go then?” He wonders, looking me up and down in the same electrifying way that Simon had just done; then I remember Simon.
“Yeah yea, let’s go.” I grab his arm and try to pull him back through the doorway as fast as I can, but I’m not quick enough.
“Hello there, I’m Simon.” He has his hand reaching out for a handshake, and Malcolm politely accepts it.
“Malcolm.” He replies and shakes Simon’s hand firmly, “nice to meet you Simon.” He finishes and looks to me for any explanation. I suppose I should say something rather than stand there just watching these two gorgeous men sh ake hands as I become flushed.
“Oh, right. Malcolm, this is my friend from London. He was just in town for my birthday, he’ll be leaving now.” I glare at Simon. Trying to force him to take the hint and just leave.
“Well…
****
Most of the guests have begun to leave. It’s roughly quarter to nine now and the only stragglers left are a couple close friends of mother's, the few cousins that are staying in the house, and Simon; who is now chatting up my youngest cousin Cassandra Hopsfield. We aren’t too close since her father, Dennis, doesn’t really like our family too much. I’m not too thrilled about the two of them talking. She’s always been a boy-stealer. But I shake it off because that really shouldn’t bother me at all, he’s not mine.
Simon spots me from across the room as I stare at the ornate grandfather clock against the wall behind him. He puts his hand up to Cassie signaling for her to stop and his lips move mumbling something I cannot hear as he starts to move toward me. She doesn’t look pleased as she crosses her thin ar ms and scowls in my direction.
“He’s late isn’t he… well, looks like you’ll just have to spend the evening with me then.” He says smugly.
“He’s not late it’s not even nine yet.” I spit back. He looks me up and down. His gaze on me feels electric and I can feel my knees weakening.
“So… what kind of date is this exactly?” He asks. At some point during the evening I slipped away to shower and change my clothes. I figured even though I have no intentions of being with Malcolm I didn’t need to let Simon know that; so I got all dolled up to spite of him. I teased my hair, made up my face, and threw on my skimpiest leopard print bikini – which if you ask me looks more like lingerie – and just a sheer long black beach shirt that stops right before my knees. I feel silly with his eyes on me now and realize that I probably went a little overboard.
“We’re taking a romantic stroll along the beach, if you must know.” I say, distracted by the thought that I might have enough time to change if I run up to my room now. But as quickly as I think it Malcolm walks through the door.
His attire has also changed. He ditched his suit for a pair of worn-out jeans, and a button ed down short sleeved Catalina blue shirt – unbuttoned at the top to expose his curly light brown chest hair – very handsome.
To fit in with my charade to make Simon jealous I excitedly skip over to Malcolm, throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a pe ck on his freshly shaved cheek.
“Malcolm!” I shriek in my annoying bratty girl voice. I’m going to make myself sick. I can’t believe how I’m acting. If I wasn’t putting on a show I would barely be able to speak to him, let alone touch him. I need to tone it down, but it's as if my ‘on’ switch has been pressed by this spiteful version of myself and there is no turning it off.
“Well hello. It’s nice to see you again too.” Malcolm exclaims looking at me in shock. I sense that he can tell that I’m putting on some sort of foolish act, but he just smiles and shakes it off. “Are you ready to go then?” He wonders, looking me up and down in the same electrifying way that Simon had just done; then I remember Simon.
“Yeah yea, let’s go.” I grab his arm and try to pull him back through the doorway as fast as I can, but I’m not quick enough.
“Hello there, I’m Simon.” He has his hand reaching out for a handshake, and Malcolm politely accepts it.
“Malcolm.” He replies and shakes Simon’s hand firmly, “nice to meet you Simon.” He finishes and looks to me for any explanation. I suppose I should say something rather than stand there just watching these two gorgeous men sh ake hands as I become flushed.
“Oh, right. Malcolm, this is my friend from London. He was just in town for my birthday, he’ll be leaving now.” I glare at Simon. Trying to force him to take the hint and just leave.
“Well…
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