muse_shuffle | April Disc Two
09. Do you not hear me anymore
I know its not your thing
To care
I know its cool to be so bored
But it sucks me in when you’re aloof
It sucks me in, it sucks it works
I guess its cool to be alone
[‘Battle of Who Could Care Less’ - Ben Folds Five]
Co-written with asinthecity
Luke set the roller back down in the paint tray and stepped back to wipe some sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his overalls, pushing his hair out of his face in the process. He analysed the wall they were painting, having opted for a red, black, and silver theme for the Princeton bar. A whole red wall could be confronting, but this behind the bar worked, and would work even better once they mounted the black and white photos of classic rock bands there and close up black and white photos of instruments, courtesy of Beth. The original idea had been to make it a carbon copy of the Bondi, but Luke wanted Tab to be part of this bar. As such, it turned into a sister bar for The Bondi, the name coming easy... The London. And it was working better than Luke had hoped. In fact, maybe he was throwing himself into it a little too much lately, considering the infamous twin wedding was just a week away.
He picked up his can of Coke and took a long drink. If all went well, they could have the bar up and running by the end of June, just in time for the end of the school year and summer. It should work out perfectly. It was a university town so students would be looking for somewhere to hang out with no classes to attend. Aiden was already working on an intense promo schedule, despite running off and eloping, then spending the last few days puking his guts up. Luke had gotten used to conference calls via Aiden's bathroom.
Tab had her hair both pulled back into a ponytail, and held back with a headband. Her fringe always had a way of getting into her face, and given that they were decorating their bar, she figured it was important to actually see what she was doing. She was already in love with it, even if it was still unfinished. It just had this feel like it was theirs. It really was a partnership. As Luke pulled away to take a break, Tab dropped her own roller and looked down at her pain speckled self. She unzipped her coveralls to reveal the t-shirt underneath and tied the sleeves around her waist as she let out a relieved sigh. "Am I the only one getting sweaty in this thing?"
"Manual labour isn't supposed to be easy," Luke told her with a smirk. He leant against the bench that would soon be ripped out in favour of a shining and sweeping new bar. "Bloody Aiden shirking on us again. His prissy gay arse was supposed to be here helping us. Then your brother has the hide to do something like get called into work. You'd think we were made machines." He was joking, of course. Everyone had been helping them when they could. They even had Lachlan and Baby Riley there the day before, Lachlan in nothing but a wifebeather and his kilt as classic rock blasted out of the small CD player in the corner, all of them getting a good way forward in the painting duties. Luke had thought the loud music would bother the infant, but there was not a single cry the whole time father and son were there. The bar was coming along nicely and they were at least on schedule with it.
"Yeah, well, guess we'll just have to show that we're awesome and can do at least one day on our own. Aiden's probably scared the paint fumes will upset his delicate sensibilities, or he's feeling better so his gay arse is now getting some gay arse action." Tab shrugged as she lifted her arm to see if she was as stinky as she felt. Thankfully manual labour wasn't yet making her so sweaty and disgusting she was getting smelly. "I still feel like I need a bloody shower."
Luke scrunched his nose up. "To be fair, the paint fumes did upset his delicate sensibilities... and the front seat of my car. Every time a doctor goes near him, he's seemingly perfectly healthy, though. He said he'd come by later this afternoon. He's got some genius idea about using The Bondi to promote this place. I just left him to it. Nothing he's ever suggested to me has failed. Not one thing." He finished his drink and threw the can into the bucket they were using as a bin. "We've still got ages before we can go home and relax or we'll never get it all done on time. I want to strip the wall of bathrooms before we leave tonight."
"Stopping myself from developing BO is hardly relaxing," Tab pointed out a with a small pout. Ever since they'd got here it had been all work talk until just now when Luke had mentioned Aiden. She was dying to ask him stuff about the wedding, but she had the distinct feeling he didn't want to talk about it. She huffed out a breath as she reached for her water--part of her diet change--and took a sip before she set it back down, and picked up her roller again. Well, if he wanted to focus on the bar, then she could, too. Although for the briefest of moments she considered rollering over him just to see if he'd smile. Somehow she didn't think he'd find it funny. "Yeah, Aiden's just full of good ideas..."
A text message came through and Luke brought it up on his cell phone. "Scratch that. Aiden won't be coming this afternoon. Jesus. I think the guy is allergic to marriage," he commented and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He picked up the roller again, only to set it back down and top the tray up with the red paint. "There's gotta be a patch for that."
Tab paused mid-stroke and glanced over at her fiance. "A patch for marriage? You really think he's sick because he got married?" Normally she might have been smirking, but her brow creased with a deep frown. "Guess you better find that patch pretty fucking fast then, smexy."
Luke shrugged. "I dunno," he said non-committally. "Seems strange he started puking randomly since he got married. It's either that, or Pat's miraculously knocked him up."
"You never know. Miracles happen." Like Tab proposing in the first place. She was the one with commitment issues, not Luke. And yet Luke was the one acting all weird all of a sudden. "Riley and Evie are doing the IVF thing next week."
Luke nodded, picking up the roller again and covering it in paint. He went back to the spot he left off from. "I hear it's a pretty intense thing. Not that I've ever been personally involved, but it's gotta be stressful. There's no guarantee something like that will work. Plus, it's expensive," he added. "I mentioned it to my sister last time we spoke on the phone. A friend of a friend of the family has apparently been trying IVF and are onto their sixth attempt now."
"Riley and Evie thought they'd give it just one shot, but Riley wound up asking Evie if she'd agree to two. His sperm got full marks and then some, so surely that counts for something? I guess the real key is knowing when to stop." Tab started to paint the wall, focusing on her work. "I don't want Riley to get up to attempt number six... It'd be too hard on him."
"Not when each failed attempt is affectively a miscarriage. That's got to fuck with your head," Luke agreed. "Especially if you really want kids. They've got to think about the whole HIV thing, too. They test the things before they put them into her, apparently. I Googled it."
"I just want my brother to be happy," Tab replied as she pulled her mouth to the side. "And I'd love it if he was a dad, but I don't want him to have to suffer through it... I don't want his heart broken."
Luke reached up to get the highest point on the wall. "Way my Mum says, kids will always break your heart, no matter what. They break your heart when they're sad, when they're sick, when they're hurt... when they leave home..." he added, knowing how much it killed his Mum when he moved overseas. "I think your brother's pretty strong. He's taken some hard knocks and he's gotten through them. He's a survivor."
"He almost didn't make it through," Tab reminded him. She stopped to look up at him, and sighed. Children really were a handful. Even if she loved RJ, and wanted her brother to have a kid, she still didn't want anything to do with them. The idea of her and Luke having kids wasn't something that appealed to her yet. They still needed to get through their wedding. "I don't think I have my something blue, something borrowed, something new, and something old," she said suddenly.
Luke hesitated in the painting and cleared his throat. "Maybe Evie can help you with that," he said and his painting picked up with a little bit more pace this time. "Or Tara."
Tab just shrugged, and looked at the roller in her hand. "Maybe. It's fine, just forget it. Not like it's anything important."
"I don't get any of the bride stuff," Luke replied, loading the roller with more paint. He was sweating again from the effort of the work. "Ask Pat. He's the resident newlywed. Less than a day's notice and their wedding photos still look great."
"Because they're in love. They don't need much more when that's pretty fucking obvious in the photos." Tab slopped paint as she got a little aggressive with the roller and huffed out a breath as she tried to smooth it out. Maybe they could hang one of the photos here.
Luke frowned. "What is your problem?" he asked, turning to look at her. "Are you jealous?"
"Of who? Pat and Aiden? No! Fuck off." She tugged at the sleeve of her coveralls and looked up at him. "What's your problem? I haven't been able to talk to you about the wedding for two weeks without you shutting down, giving me minimal sentences, or changing the topic."
"So, you get shitty because Pat and Aiden have it over and done with? Aiden's one of my best mates! Excuse me for being happy for him! What's to bloody talk about?" Luke snapped back and dropped the roller back into the paint. "You can talk about anything you want! What do you want me to say? I know nothing about weddings!"
"Neither do I! How am I the bloody expert? Isn't there anything you want? I don't care about them having it over with! I'm happy for them too, okay? I don't want our wedding over with. I actually want to look forward to it." Tab picked up her roller and ran a line of red paint down the side of Luke's leg.
Luke just looked down at the paint and shook his head in annoyance as he stepped away from her. "We're getting married! In a week! What more do you want? Wasn't the whole point of the twin thing so we didn't have to do it all alone? I thought everything was done! I still don't get what's to talk about all of a sudden!"
Tab threw her roller down, pissed off that her attempt at breaking the mood didn't work. "I don't know! That's the whole fucking point! But we're supposed to be happy right now. Are you happy?"
"YES! I fucking am!" Luke threw back. "You're the one yelling and jumping down my throat, making snide remarks about Pat and Aiden! You seem to be the one with the problem, not me!"
"I wasn't making any fucking snide remarks about them!" Tab hissed. "And if you're happy, then why can't you just fucking smile? And if you're happy then we don't need to be fighting! It's just hard to tell right now."
Luke shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "Then stop fucking yelling. You're making problems out of nothing."
Tab let out a slow breath. "I'm turning into a fucking Bridezilla. You need to take me out back and shoot me. It's the humane thing to do."
"Don't tempt me," Luke murmured, looking at her uncertainly. He wasn't exactly sure what had just happened here. It was stressful enough knowing they were getting married in a week and trying to work on the bar without having her explode at him for no reason. He picked up the roller again and went back to the wall. "Do you want me to get little signs to hang on my forehead so you know my moods at every single moment? I'm sorry my smiles aren't adequate enough."
Tab picked up her own roller again. She opened her mouth to reply, but abruptly shut it again. She wasn't the one who was supposed to be feeling like a bitch, even if she had exploded. Luke was the one with the interchangeable moods and now he was playing innocent. "Do we get to use sledgehammers for the bathrooms?"
"I'm getting professionals in. I'm not sure I want you near me with a sledgehammer right now," Luke told her, intent on painting the wall again.
"Do we even get make up sex?" Tab asked, trying to look innocent as she focused on her own section of wall.
Luke glanced at her. "You expect me to be in the mood after accusing me of being a miserable fuck?"
Tab peeked up at him, and had the decency to look sheepish. "You're still hot when you're being a miserable fuck who apparently isn't really a miserable fuck."
Luke sighed and put the roller down. "Don't you think a bit of miserable is expected of late? There's a lot going on and I'm stressed out. I thought this whole getting married thing meant we were supposed to be cool with each other when things were just off sometimes. Are you going to be tearing me a new one everytime I have a bad day? Because I'm not sure that's how a marriage is supposed to work."
"When have I ever torn you one for having a bad day before?" Tab asked, her gaze back on the wall. "Maybe you should be the one talking to me about whatever's on your mind. That's what a marriage is, isn't it? Talking about things. Sharing things."
"Never, and that's why I'm not sure how to take it all of a sudden," Luke told her. "There's nothing to share. I'm fine. I'm just stressed. Getting married isn't a small thing, Tab. It's not just like going shopping for toilet paper. I have my whole family arriving soon, one of my best mates has just upped and gotten married without telling me, my cousin is all out of sorts which is throwing me because he's usually the grounded one. Did I once push you to talk and be happy when Riley was going through his shit?"
Tab shook her head, her rolling coming to a stop as she dragged her eyes away from the wall to look at her fiancé. "I'm sorry, Luke."
"It's alright, just... everything's cool, Tab. We're going to be fine. You just gotta let it happen because clearly whenever anyone in this place tries to plan stuff, it all goes arse up. So, let's just go with it, yeah? I thought that's what you and me were all about," Luke told her, moving over to her.
Tab dropped her roller and closed the gap so she could get her arms around him. "Yeah, I know... and we are. Just the proposal was the easy part. That was just going with it. But the wedding we kind of know about, and I guess I'm just worried something could change. I love you, smexy. And I do want to marry you. So as long as that doesn't change, the rest I can roll with."
"Something could change. Anything could change. Us lot know that better than anyone else. That's why I don't want to do the whole over-planning thing. That was never me. Pat and Aiden's wedding was more what I thought I would end up doing one day, but it's cool. This is what you want to do. I just don't really mind any of what goes one, really. I just want to turn up on the day and let it happen, yeah?" Luke said with a small sigh as he returned the embrace.
Tab nodded slowly as she exhaled. For some reason this was still bothering her. She always thought eloping might have been the right thing, but she wanted her brother there. She liked the idea of the twin wedding. She tried to push it all out of her mind though, sure it was just her looking for an issue to justify years of hating the idea of marriage. "Yeah. Me too."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 2,846
I know its not your thing
To care
I know its cool to be so bored
But it sucks me in when you’re aloof
It sucks me in, it sucks it works
I guess its cool to be alone
[‘Battle of Who Could Care Less’ - Ben Folds Five]
Co-written with asinthecity
Luke set the roller back down in the paint tray and stepped back to wipe some sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his overalls, pushing his hair out of his face in the process. He analysed the wall they were painting, having opted for a red, black, and silver theme for the Princeton bar. A whole red wall could be confronting, but this behind the bar worked, and would work even better once they mounted the black and white photos of classic rock bands there and close up black and white photos of instruments, courtesy of Beth. The original idea had been to make it a carbon copy of the Bondi, but Luke wanted Tab to be part of this bar. As such, it turned into a sister bar for The Bondi, the name coming easy... The London. And it was working better than Luke had hoped. In fact, maybe he was throwing himself into it a little too much lately, considering the infamous twin wedding was just a week away.
He picked up his can of Coke and took a long drink. If all went well, they could have the bar up and running by the end of June, just in time for the end of the school year and summer. It should work out perfectly. It was a university town so students would be looking for somewhere to hang out with no classes to attend. Aiden was already working on an intense promo schedule, despite running off and eloping, then spending the last few days puking his guts up. Luke had gotten used to conference calls via Aiden's bathroom.
Tab had her hair both pulled back into a ponytail, and held back with a headband. Her fringe always had a way of getting into her face, and given that they were decorating their bar, she figured it was important to actually see what she was doing. She was already in love with it, even if it was still unfinished. It just had this feel like it was theirs. It really was a partnership. As Luke pulled away to take a break, Tab dropped her own roller and looked down at her pain speckled self. She unzipped her coveralls to reveal the t-shirt underneath and tied the sleeves around her waist as she let out a relieved sigh. "Am I the only one getting sweaty in this thing?"
"Manual labour isn't supposed to be easy," Luke told her with a smirk. He leant against the bench that would soon be ripped out in favour of a shining and sweeping new bar. "Bloody Aiden shirking on us again. His prissy gay arse was supposed to be here helping us. Then your brother has the hide to do something like get called into work. You'd think we were made machines." He was joking, of course. Everyone had been helping them when they could. They even had Lachlan and Baby Riley there the day before, Lachlan in nothing but a wifebeather and his kilt as classic rock blasted out of the small CD player in the corner, all of them getting a good way forward in the painting duties. Luke had thought the loud music would bother the infant, but there was not a single cry the whole time father and son were there. The bar was coming along nicely and they were at least on schedule with it.
"Yeah, well, guess we'll just have to show that we're awesome and can do at least one day on our own. Aiden's probably scared the paint fumes will upset his delicate sensibilities, or he's feeling better so his gay arse is now getting some gay arse action." Tab shrugged as she lifted her arm to see if she was as stinky as she felt. Thankfully manual labour wasn't yet making her so sweaty and disgusting she was getting smelly. "I still feel like I need a bloody shower."
Luke scrunched his nose up. "To be fair, the paint fumes did upset his delicate sensibilities... and the front seat of my car. Every time a doctor goes near him, he's seemingly perfectly healthy, though. He said he'd come by later this afternoon. He's got some genius idea about using The Bondi to promote this place. I just left him to it. Nothing he's ever suggested to me has failed. Not one thing." He finished his drink and threw the can into the bucket they were using as a bin. "We've still got ages before we can go home and relax or we'll never get it all done on time. I want to strip the wall of bathrooms before we leave tonight."
"Stopping myself from developing BO is hardly relaxing," Tab pointed out a with a small pout. Ever since they'd got here it had been all work talk until just now when Luke had mentioned Aiden. She was dying to ask him stuff about the wedding, but she had the distinct feeling he didn't want to talk about it. She huffed out a breath as she reached for her water--part of her diet change--and took a sip before she set it back down, and picked up her roller again. Well, if he wanted to focus on the bar, then she could, too. Although for the briefest of moments she considered rollering over him just to see if he'd smile. Somehow she didn't think he'd find it funny. "Yeah, Aiden's just full of good ideas..."
A text message came through and Luke brought it up on his cell phone. "Scratch that. Aiden won't be coming this afternoon. Jesus. I think the guy is allergic to marriage," he commented and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He picked up the roller again, only to set it back down and top the tray up with the red paint. "There's gotta be a patch for that."
Tab paused mid-stroke and glanced over at her fiance. "A patch for marriage? You really think he's sick because he got married?" Normally she might have been smirking, but her brow creased with a deep frown. "Guess you better find that patch pretty fucking fast then, smexy."
Luke shrugged. "I dunno," he said non-committally. "Seems strange he started puking randomly since he got married. It's either that, or Pat's miraculously knocked him up."
"You never know. Miracles happen." Like Tab proposing in the first place. She was the one with commitment issues, not Luke. And yet Luke was the one acting all weird all of a sudden. "Riley and Evie are doing the IVF thing next week."
Luke nodded, picking up the roller again and covering it in paint. He went back to the spot he left off from. "I hear it's a pretty intense thing. Not that I've ever been personally involved, but it's gotta be stressful. There's no guarantee something like that will work. Plus, it's expensive," he added. "I mentioned it to my sister last time we spoke on the phone. A friend of a friend of the family has apparently been trying IVF and are onto their sixth attempt now."
"Riley and Evie thought they'd give it just one shot, but Riley wound up asking Evie if she'd agree to two. His sperm got full marks and then some, so surely that counts for something? I guess the real key is knowing when to stop." Tab started to paint the wall, focusing on her work. "I don't want Riley to get up to attempt number six... It'd be too hard on him."
"Not when each failed attempt is affectively a miscarriage. That's got to fuck with your head," Luke agreed. "Especially if you really want kids. They've got to think about the whole HIV thing, too. They test the things before they put them into her, apparently. I Googled it."
"I just want my brother to be happy," Tab replied as she pulled her mouth to the side. "And I'd love it if he was a dad, but I don't want him to have to suffer through it... I don't want his heart broken."
Luke reached up to get the highest point on the wall. "Way my Mum says, kids will always break your heart, no matter what. They break your heart when they're sad, when they're sick, when they're hurt... when they leave home..." he added, knowing how much it killed his Mum when he moved overseas. "I think your brother's pretty strong. He's taken some hard knocks and he's gotten through them. He's a survivor."
"He almost didn't make it through," Tab reminded him. She stopped to look up at him, and sighed. Children really were a handful. Even if she loved RJ, and wanted her brother to have a kid, she still didn't want anything to do with them. The idea of her and Luke having kids wasn't something that appealed to her yet. They still needed to get through their wedding. "I don't think I have my something blue, something borrowed, something new, and something old," she said suddenly.
Luke hesitated in the painting and cleared his throat. "Maybe Evie can help you with that," he said and his painting picked up with a little bit more pace this time. "Or Tara."
Tab just shrugged, and looked at the roller in her hand. "Maybe. It's fine, just forget it. Not like it's anything important."
"I don't get any of the bride stuff," Luke replied, loading the roller with more paint. He was sweating again from the effort of the work. "Ask Pat. He's the resident newlywed. Less than a day's notice and their wedding photos still look great."
"Because they're in love. They don't need much more when that's pretty fucking obvious in the photos." Tab slopped paint as she got a little aggressive with the roller and huffed out a breath as she tried to smooth it out. Maybe they could hang one of the photos here.
Luke frowned. "What is your problem?" he asked, turning to look at her. "Are you jealous?"
"Of who? Pat and Aiden? No! Fuck off." She tugged at the sleeve of her coveralls and looked up at him. "What's your problem? I haven't been able to talk to you about the wedding for two weeks without you shutting down, giving me minimal sentences, or changing the topic."
"So, you get shitty because Pat and Aiden have it over and done with? Aiden's one of my best mates! Excuse me for being happy for him! What's to bloody talk about?" Luke snapped back and dropped the roller back into the paint. "You can talk about anything you want! What do you want me to say? I know nothing about weddings!"
"Neither do I! How am I the bloody expert? Isn't there anything you want? I don't care about them having it over with! I'm happy for them too, okay? I don't want our wedding over with. I actually want to look forward to it." Tab picked up her roller and ran a line of red paint down the side of Luke's leg.
Luke just looked down at the paint and shook his head in annoyance as he stepped away from her. "We're getting married! In a week! What more do you want? Wasn't the whole point of the twin thing so we didn't have to do it all alone? I thought everything was done! I still don't get what's to talk about all of a sudden!"
Tab threw her roller down, pissed off that her attempt at breaking the mood didn't work. "I don't know! That's the whole fucking point! But we're supposed to be happy right now. Are you happy?"
"YES! I fucking am!" Luke threw back. "You're the one yelling and jumping down my throat, making snide remarks about Pat and Aiden! You seem to be the one with the problem, not me!"
"I wasn't making any fucking snide remarks about them!" Tab hissed. "And if you're happy, then why can't you just fucking smile? And if you're happy then we don't need to be fighting! It's just hard to tell right now."
Luke shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "Then stop fucking yelling. You're making problems out of nothing."
Tab let out a slow breath. "I'm turning into a fucking Bridezilla. You need to take me out back and shoot me. It's the humane thing to do."
"Don't tempt me," Luke murmured, looking at her uncertainly. He wasn't exactly sure what had just happened here. It was stressful enough knowing they were getting married in a week and trying to work on the bar without having her explode at him for no reason. He picked up the roller again and went back to the wall. "Do you want me to get little signs to hang on my forehead so you know my moods at every single moment? I'm sorry my smiles aren't adequate enough."
Tab picked up her own roller again. She opened her mouth to reply, but abruptly shut it again. She wasn't the one who was supposed to be feeling like a bitch, even if she had exploded. Luke was the one with the interchangeable moods and now he was playing innocent. "Do we get to use sledgehammers for the bathrooms?"
"I'm getting professionals in. I'm not sure I want you near me with a sledgehammer right now," Luke told her, intent on painting the wall again.
"Do we even get make up sex?" Tab asked, trying to look innocent as she focused on her own section of wall.
Luke glanced at her. "You expect me to be in the mood after accusing me of being a miserable fuck?"
Tab peeked up at him, and had the decency to look sheepish. "You're still hot when you're being a miserable fuck who apparently isn't really a miserable fuck."
Luke sighed and put the roller down. "Don't you think a bit of miserable is expected of late? There's a lot going on and I'm stressed out. I thought this whole getting married thing meant we were supposed to be cool with each other when things were just off sometimes. Are you going to be tearing me a new one everytime I have a bad day? Because I'm not sure that's how a marriage is supposed to work."
"When have I ever torn you one for having a bad day before?" Tab asked, her gaze back on the wall. "Maybe you should be the one talking to me about whatever's on your mind. That's what a marriage is, isn't it? Talking about things. Sharing things."
"Never, and that's why I'm not sure how to take it all of a sudden," Luke told her. "There's nothing to share. I'm fine. I'm just stressed. Getting married isn't a small thing, Tab. It's not just like going shopping for toilet paper. I have my whole family arriving soon, one of my best mates has just upped and gotten married without telling me, my cousin is all out of sorts which is throwing me because he's usually the grounded one. Did I once push you to talk and be happy when Riley was going through his shit?"
Tab shook her head, her rolling coming to a stop as she dragged her eyes away from the wall to look at her fiancé. "I'm sorry, Luke."
"It's alright, just... everything's cool, Tab. We're going to be fine. You just gotta let it happen because clearly whenever anyone in this place tries to plan stuff, it all goes arse up. So, let's just go with it, yeah? I thought that's what you and me were all about," Luke told her, moving over to her.
Tab dropped her roller and closed the gap so she could get her arms around him. "Yeah, I know... and we are. Just the proposal was the easy part. That was just going with it. But the wedding we kind of know about, and I guess I'm just worried something could change. I love you, smexy. And I do want to marry you. So as long as that doesn't change, the rest I can roll with."
"Something could change. Anything could change. Us lot know that better than anyone else. That's why I don't want to do the whole over-planning thing. That was never me. Pat and Aiden's wedding was more what I thought I would end up doing one day, but it's cool. This is what you want to do. I just don't really mind any of what goes one, really. I just want to turn up on the day and let it happen, yeah?" Luke said with a small sigh as he returned the embrace.
Tab nodded slowly as she exhaled. For some reason this was still bothering her. She always thought eloping might have been the right thing, but she wanted her brother there. She liked the idea of the twin wedding. She tried to push it all out of her mind though, sure it was just her looking for an issue to justify years of hating the idea of marriage. "Yeah. Me too."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 2,846