How To Ruin A Wedding

Epilogue - Let's Not Fight In A Bar

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He held me by the underside of my thighs as we walked. Well, he walked. The whole point of him giving me a piggyback ride was that I didn't have to walk. "You know going on a run together means that you should actually exercise." He laughed, the vibrations moving from his chest.

I kept my arm wrapped around his neck securely despite his disgusting grossness and sweat. My face, though slightly elevated, was next to his, and I smiled at him. "So I'm out of shape. Sue me." I defended myself. "It's not like there's somewhere to go running around near our apartment."

"There's Central Park." He pointed out just to prove me wrong. He liked doing that because he said he liked the face I made every time he would prove me wrong. There was something about a pouting lip, big eyes, and child-like annoyance that made him laugh. "I go running with Parker and Harry there when they're in town."

"You can shut up now, Aiden." I chimed.

He tried to turn his head enough to see me. "But why would I?" He thought he was funny.

I rolled my eyes as I bent down a little. I was flexible. So even though I couldn't run ten miles in one go, I could kiss my boyfriend while he gives me a piggyback ride. I smiled against his lips. "That's why." I said before he let go of me when we were in front of my parents' house. The house looked more or less the same as it did when I was growing up. It was two stories of off-white walls with an elegant brown wooden double door entrance. There was a stereotypical white picket fence. The suburban feature contradicted the size of the house. It was easy to tell that the Kents lived here. There was also name plaques on the front gate and next to the door if you weren't sure, though.

Aiden looked down at me with a smile of his own. "That's a good reason." He said before pulling me to him again so that he could press his lips to mine again. The ten months, three weeks, four days, eighteen hours, and twenty minutes that I've technically been together with Aiden has been amazing. I was never one to keep track of the exact time that I was involved with a boy, but apparently, now I was.

"Oh, good, you two are back from your run at the beach!" I heard the overly excited voice of my sister and the clapping of her hands. That instant caused Aiden and I to pull apart like two stupid teenagers getting caught. My sister didn't care. I had come to realize that she was in this high state in which she had one thing on her mind and one thing on her mind only. Her wedding in three weeks.

She was hyperactive. That may even be an understatement.

Aiden and I had only been in town for a few waking hours. We had driven in late because Aiden had work. I never thought that I would be back in Montauk so soon. It had been less than a year, and I was back. I didn't even mind it this time, either. There was nothing to be worried about this time. My sister was going to get married three weeks from this Sunday, and that was all.

Of course, there was the small detail of my sister getting married before me, but I was never going to be bitter over that. I didn't even have a boyfriend prior to this year, but Shawna had been dating the same man for years. It was bound to happen.

Instinctively as we began to walk, my hand reached for Aiden's, and Aiden grabbed mine. "We have lots and lots to do!" Shawna sang. Her high was very unusual. I thought that she had just reached that peak of stress where all you could do was be happy and smile all the time. It was worrying, but I rather this than someone who was raging and yelling at us all the time.

As my sister stepped through the double doors, I pulled Aiden to a stop right before going in. I looked up at him with complete sincerity. "Thanks for doing this." I told him in a low voice. "I know that being back so soon isn't exactly a picnic for both of us, but I need to be here for her, and I really appreciate that you came with me."