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h play weekend, just before the wedding Margot. The sisters eat lunch at the Eat'n Park, a popular hangout that we especially love in high school, and is still a sentimental option whenever I come home. Each table was full of memories, and we chose the door to the door that reminded me of my college summer pre-college dating with a guy who did not know where to go; about one evening my father suddenly had nosebleeds (we initially thought it was tomato sauce); And about the time when I ate five hot dog sandwiches chopped mince in a bet. Suzanne asked me about Margot's wedding in a disdainful tone that I discovered that it seemed like every time she was talking about the Graham family - The disdain that I follow me involves both gratuitous and childish trivia. But despite that tone, I can tell that Suzanne was attracted by Margot in a very shallow way that we were always attracted to Luke and Laura in General Hospital or Bo and Hope in the movie. Days of Our Lives. "It was so silly," Suzanne said as she watched the couples watch our favorite movies. She will bring her cheeks pointing out the inconsistencies or irrationalities of the romantic scenes on the screen, but then just sit there, intrigued by the TV, waiting for more. We are eating a burger, Suzanne wants to hear everything about Margot's upcoming wedding, trying to figure out some potential drama. "That kiss was not too short?" she asked you knit. "Why are you in love?" I said, thinking that their whole affair was like a comic book, counting. its short duration. Their engagement ceremony was held in front of us, though Andy and I started dating in the first place. "How big is the wedding ring?" She asked with a critique. "That's right," I say. Suzanne digested that and went on, "What is the name of Webb?" "Their name. "Like on a television show," she said, laughing. "Yes," I replied. "Do you love him?" She asked. Depending on her mood then I should lie to say a word, but I never lie to Suzanne. Instead, I tell you the truth - even though Webb seems to be a perfect guy, I do not really like Margot getting married to him. I find myself selfish betraying my friends when I admit it, and the more I feel when Suzanne asks, "Why? She abandoned me for him? "" No. Never, "I say, that's the truth. "What could it be? ... He threatened you?" "No," I said hastily, feeling myself defensively. I love Suzanne, but the feeling of defending is no longer unusual since I moved to New York and she is still unchanged in her hometown. She often attacked very sophisticated, and I skillfully defended. It's almost as if she resented me for being away from Pittsburgh forever. Or worse, I suppose I find myself better - it is absolutely not. In every respect, I feel like I am exactly the man of the day. It's just that I express myself more. I have more sophistication and life by living in a big city, and tell the truth is living in the Graham family. "Threatened by what?" "I do not know. By his appearance? Your money? "" He's not a cunning guy, "I said, trying to remember exactly what had been said about Webb before Suzanne. You have a memory like a carving - something you used to fight me. "Actually, he's very realistic in his mind." "A millionaire with a practical mind?" She said, "yes, that's right," I said, remembering that it took me a while to realize. It is not possible to put all the rich people in the same vein. The rich are as diverse as the poor. There are hardworking people, some lazy. Someone built himself, someone born in silk velvet. Some people are simple humble, some bragging boast. But Suzanne's views never got out of Dallas or Dynasty or Love Boat films that we watched all day (two sisters watching TV a lot of newcomers, unlike Andy and Margot For a half an hour a day.) For Suzanne, all the "rich" (she uses the word with mockery) are the same: weak, selfish, and like Republican. "Okay, then," she said. "So maybe it's just that you feel threatened by the fact that he belongs to Margot's world, and I'm not ..." I find it so narrow and harsh to say so and I say yes to you. such. I also added that I still live well despite the loss of childhood, and that someThat feeling of intimidation ended in college, some time after the girls' congress that Margot attended with blonde blonde dude driving a BMW and I was mistakenly fretting a visit. Her Greek will make our friendship fade. Furthermore, I told Suzanne that it was clear that I really belonged to Margot's world. She is my roommate and my best friend. And thank god, I'm going to marry your brother too. " Sorry, "Suzanne said, sounding sorry at all. She shrugged, biting a piece of cake. She chewed and swallowed slowly, took a long Coke breath with a straw and sarcastically said, "Just hypothetical. Forgive me. "I forgive you, I can never be bothered Suzanne - but I can not forget. Actually, when Andy and I went to dinner with Webb and Margot after that, I was just as nervous as Suzanne was right. Maybe I'm a silly woman out of the real world. Margot may well be aware that the difference between us and Webb would probably steal her away forever. Maybe Webb is really a fake snob, but he is good at hiding. But with what happened that night and his thorough observation of people and his style, I decided Determined that Suzanne was really wrong. There is nothing worth noting about Webb. he is a sincere person. It's just a gap with others that we can hardly explain. Webb made me feel just like when I was little to your house to sleep and find the odd smell in the basement or the collection of strange cereal in the kitchen cabinets of people. He did not threaten me; he does not upset me; He did not make me worry about Margot's friendship. He just made me feel a bit like ... homesick. I do not know if I'm homesick, but regardless of that, I still decide to interact with Webb at a certain level of intimacy. Or, to be more precise, we have reached the stage where we can feel so comfortable that if only two of us are in one room, I do not have to look for hope, So now, when Margot dials the phone to Webb and he comfortably whispers, "Hi, here!" into the stethoscope, I also enthusiastically shouted for his harmony. , "Congratulations! I am very happy for you two! "" We are also very happy ... see, it takes forty-five seconds. Your girl is wasting time right? "I laughed silently as I wondered whether he felt troublesome or happy with constant phone calls throughout the day and promised to visit each other at least once a month. of us, then went on to say, "See you two next weekend okay? We have to celebrate. "" Yes, it will be fun, "he said. "Sister Andy and me, we'll just have to congratulate and drink for Margot, that's it." I laughed again and said, yes, we just have to do that. Webb then gives the phone back to Margot, and she tells her she loves me. I told her I love her too. Andy told me to tell her he loved her too. And we say we love babies who are about to be born. Then I hung up and lay down beside Andy. We face, feet touching. His hands are on my hips, just under the baggy T-shirt. We smiled at each other but did not say anything, both of them were thinking about that important information. A lot more important information, such as stumbled across an old lover on the street. And so, for the first time since leaving that intersection, I felt distracted by the prospect of shooting. grab yourself. That

prospect was not opened up by sex. Or have a good night at the restaurant. Or one night sleeping with his beloved husband and waking from time to time to hear his steady breathing. Leo has no place in this moment, I think. He has no place in the Andy family. My family. "Do you want one too?" He asked, his hand caressing me and rubbing on my slim back. "What?" I asked, knowing what he was referring to. "A baby," he said. "I know you and Margot love to do things together." I'm not sure if he's teasing or provoking me or just saying goodbye, so I just grunt, "someday." ticks slowly and gradually stops. Then he closed his eyes for a moment while I watched his double eyelid vibrate and imagine someday, every day, with Andy. Prev Chapter Next Sstruyen.com.vn is a website for reading stories online, or with a full range of stories, stories, stories, stories, stories, teen stories .... The story is updated one. The fastest way and support for reading on any device like cellphone or tablet. Email: hello@sstruyen.com.vsay, suakhoaoto.com.vn, novels, teen, gifts, event company, delicious, make cheap car keys