pins and needles in my head.

Frankie sat up in bed, yawning and stretching. She didn't even bother looking next to her to see if Rian was there. It was so rare nowadays that Frankie would wake up with Rian fast asleep next to her, that she took it as an oddity. Frankie sighed angrily before grabbing her phone and texting Rian So, am I gonna see you at all today? She made sure her text sent before tossing her phone back on the bed and padding down the hall to the kitchen, in desperate need of some coffee. Frankie hummed to herself as she set up the Keurig, putting her mug under it. As she watched her coffee brew, Frankie wondered where she and Rian had went wrong. They had been together since senior year of highschool, and things were like a fairy tail, up until just recently. Frankie was beginning to get sick and fucking tired of it. She had to do something soon, or Rian would continue to walk all over her.

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The first thing Alex realized when he woke up was that his head fucking hurt. A lot. Like, even opening his eyes was excruciating. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself, looking around the trashed hotel room. Clothing was scattered haphazardly around the room, including a bra slung over the tv. "What happened last night?" Alex looked over at the person next to him and raised a brow. Charlotte? With a nagging feeling in his stomach, Alex began to put two and two together. He and Charlotte had went to Vegas on a mini-vacation. They must have had too much to drink and...ended up like this. He moved to run a hand through his hair, pausing when he saw a flash of something shiny. Alex examined his hand. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut when he realized what was on his hand. A wedding ring. "Oh, fuck..." He groaned.

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[ aw that pic is sooo cute, look at my baby and his cute hat. c; ]

Rian groaned when his phone made a ding sound that alerted him he had a message, his killer hangover amplfying the sound and making it sound a thousand times louder. Rubbing his tired eyes, Rian felt someone shift in the bed and realized he was not alone. "Damn it," he cursed as his eyes caught wind of a black haired woman, eyes glancing around the room and realized it was not his house. Fuck, he must have crashed here after.. Swallowing thicky, Rian reached up and grabbed at his phone, unlocking it and reading his message. "Fuck!" He muttered, rubbing at his head which was now throbbing. Even after telling himself he wasn't going to do this to her again, he did it. Rian most certainly did not deserve the wonderful woman that was his girlfriend, he really didn't. Sitting up out of the bed, he slipped on his boxers and grabbed his phone once more, replying to her message. Of course, I'm on the way now. he replied back, slipping on his jeans and the shirt from the night before, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone before this girl woke up.

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When the sunlight hit her eyes, Charlotte woke up with a start, jerking in a sitting postion before realizing that was a really really bad idea. Her head was pounding with every move she made, shielding her eyes away from the light because it fucking hurt. When she heard a familiar voice next to her, though, she realized that she was most definietly not alone. "A-Alex?" She said, her voice raspy and hoarse. A slow smile dragged onto her lips as she fell back on the bed, snorting lightly. "Didn't Jack keep telling us we'd sleep together eventually?" Charlotte said with a small shrug of her shoulders, knowing that from what she could rememeber last night Alex was a damn good lover. Rubbing her hand on her face, she was surprised when something cool and hard ran across her face as well, like a ring. That was weird, Charlotte didn't wear any rings.. Lifting her hand away from her face, she examined her hand.. only to have her mouth go dry. "No way.." she murmured. A fucking wedding band??

Frankie had just gotten back up to her bedroom when Rian texted her back. She set her full mug down on the nightstand before picking up her phone to read it. Okay. Frankie tossed her phone back down before climbing into bed and turning on the tv, trying to think of what to watch. She eventually landed on Good Morning America. Frankie sipped her coffee and watched tv, listening for the opening of the door that would tell her Rian was home. She was mentally preparing herself for another screaming match...there always was one when Rian returned from one of his nights out. But this fight was gonna be different. Today, Frankie was going to lay down the fucking law. She was going to give Rian an ultimatum. Either they work on things seriously, or he could kiss her goodbye. As much as Frankie loved Rian and it was going to hurt her, she had to do it. She wasn't a welcome mat to wipe dirt on. Frankie deserved respect from the man that supposedly loved her.

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Alex nodded his head, swallowing thickly. "Yeah.." He said, his voice hoarse. He rolled on his side to look at Charlotte. "Well, Lottie, it looks like you and I are in a little bit of a pickle." Alex laughed slightly, sitting up. They needed to figure something out. "Well, Jack was half right... he definitely said we'd end up sleeping together on this vacation." He ran a hand through his hair, gently swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm going to go take a shower, try to sober up a little bit. Maybe we could go grab some breakfast and figure out where to go from here?" Alex gave Charlotte one of his half smiles before heading across the hotel room to their bathroom. He avoided flicking on the lights-- there would only be another headache. Alex fiddled with the taps, makiing sure the water was the right temperature before jumping in.

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Rian sighed as he was driving down the road, rubbing at his eyes every so often. God, he knew there was a screaming match waiting for him when he got home, he could just feel it. Every single time he came home from his nights out it ended up with the same old fight and the same result. Him telling her it would never happen again, her putting her trust back in him only for him to break it all over again. How many times could Rian do that to her before the best thing in his life walked away from him? Rian didn't know where he'd be without her, but he knew if he didn't want to find out this would have to stop. Turning on the radio, he tapped his foot that wasn't currently on the gas on the floor to the beat of the song, trying to distance his mind from the topic at hand. He would deal with his demons later, when Frankie confronted him about his activities.

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Charlotee waved her hand at him tiredly, rolling over on her back. She couldn't believe it, married. Whether they wanted to or not, this shit was legal! In the eyes of the law she was now considered Charlotte Gaskarth. Although she couldn't stop the blush from rising on the cheeks as she mentally repeated Charlotte Gaskarth over and over again, she knew she was being ridiculous. Charlotte was young, in her early twenties! She couldn't get married now, they had to fix this. Rubbing her tired eyes, she figured she would brush her teeth because yeah it most likely smelled terrible after a night of drinking and god knows what else. Rolling out of bed, she reached for the nearest article of clothing she could find, which happened to be the shirt Alex was wearing last night. Figuring he wouldn't mind she shrugged it on over her naked body, padding her way into the bathroom Alex was in, reaching for her toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Pulling her hair up in a messy bun, she began brushing her teeth to get rid of the nasty alcohol taste in her mouth.

Frankie instantly snapped out of her little daydream when she heard the front door open. She took a deep breath before standing up and brushing herself off. "Stay strong, Frankie." She mumbled to herself. Frankie sighed before padding down the hallway, leaning in the entrance to the living room. "Well, look who managed to come crawling home." Frankie snapped, crossing her arms. "So, tell me about her, Rian. What'd she look like? What was her name?" She couldn't help the words spewing out of her mouth right now. All of the hurt and rage had come rushing forward and she couldn't stop it. "Was it a motel, or did the slut manage to drag you back to her house?" Frankie, in spite of the promise she made to herself, began to get tears in her eyes.

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Alex hummed to himself as he stood beneath the hot spray of the shower, trying to wash away his enormous hangover. He smiled slightly to himself when Charlotte walked in wearing his shirt from last night. Alex had to admit she looked adorable. It seemed like such a husband and wife thing to do, him taking a shower while she brushed her teeth. Even though the circumstances were fucking weird. "Where do you wanna go for breakfast?" Alex managed to croak out as he began to wash his hair. He was practically gagging, the smell of alcohol on him was that strong.

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As soon as Rian got hom it was quiet for a second, almost wondering if she had gone back to sleep or something, but knew that wasn't likely to happen. As soon as he thought that, Frankie came down the hallway from the bedroom and leaned against the arch of the livingroom entrance. Flinching at the words she was throwing at him, Rian rubbed his eyes as his head continued to pound more with every word she snapped at him. Not that he blamed her of course, but it would have to be after a night of drinking and getting shit faced he almost didn't remember his own name last night. "I don't remember her name or anything else besides her hair color," he said cooly, kicking his shoes off before moving into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water and two advil, downing them quickly. "I think it was a motel, alright? Shit, I'm sorry Frankie, but I'm not in the mood to play twenty questions right now."

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Charlotte brushed her teeth for a good five minutes just to make sure she got every spot and cleaned the smell of alcohol from her breath before rinsing and spitting in the sink, wiping her mouth off with a hand towel that was hanging up. "Why, I don't know Mr. Gaskarth," she said in a teasing stone, trying really hard to stifle her giggles. "I was thinking for one of my first wifely duties I would prepare us breakfast," she said with a small laugh, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned against the counter, a small smile on her lips. When Charlotte didn't know what else to do in tough situations it was like her mind went on auto pilot and she started cracking jokes to try and lighten the mood up.

Frankie rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Fuck you, Rian!" She screamed. "Who the fuck are you to come home after cheating on me and turn it around to make ME sound crazy!" Frankie ran a hand through her hair before wiping her eyes, trying to compose herself. She followed Rian into the kitchen, slamming the fridge door shut. Partly because Rian forgot to, mostly to aggravate his hangover. "Oh, you really sound like you're fucking sorry, Rian." Frankie snapped, moving to block the kitchen entrance so Rian couldn't escape. "What the FUCK is your problem? What's so wrong with me that you have to go out every night and fuck bar skanks?" The tears were now flowing freely. "Rian... I can't keep doing this anymore." Frankie mumbled.

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Alex rolled his eyes, laughing slightly. Charlotte was such a dork, but he knew she was probably just freaked out by this as he was, if not more. "Well, wife, you don't have to. Breakfast is on Husband today." Alex spoke, moving to rinse his hair. He grabbed the little sample of hotel bodywash and began to wash his body, listening to Charlotte. "Or maybe we could get something from the hotel breakfast bar... I think they have waffles." Alex rinsed himself off and turned off the water. "Charlotte, could you hand me a towel off of the counter, please?" Alex asked as he poked his head out of the shower.

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Rian jerked his head back when the fridge slammed shut and she continued to scream at him, knowing full well that fridge was slammed shut on purpose. Groaning, he leaned against the kitchen counter and rubbed his face in his hands, really just wanting to turn in to bed and get some fucking sleep because right now he felt like a fucking bus hit him. Rian was about to open his mouth and fight back when he finally looked at her, really looked at her and froze right there in the spot. Forgetting about his splitting headache and rolling stomach, he swallowed thickly as he reached forward, placing a hesitant hand on her arm. "Stop, you know I hate seeing you cry." He said softly, his heart aching because he knew it was all his fault she was acting like this. Riley wasn't a psycho girlfriend by any means, but when he gave her a reason to could it really be her fault?

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Charlotte smiled, laughing at how dumb they were being, but it was nice that they could joke about it instead of acting all weird around each other. Well, it was still very weird, but they had been friends for so long now, Charlotte didn't want anything to get in between the way of their friendship and possibly ruin it. "God, I don't even want to hear the word bar after last night," she muttered, rubbing her head as she grabbed the towel, about to hand it to him when a devious smile broke out on her lips. "Oh, you mean this towel?" She said innocently, waving it in the air before turning to walk out of the bathroom, looking over her shoulder. "You're gonna have to catch me, husband." And with that, she left the bathroom laughing all the way out.

Frankie jerked her arm away from Rian, glaring at him. "If you really hated seeing me cry, Rian, then you'd stop giving me reasons to." She wiped her eyes. "Rian, I love you, I really do. But you need to cut this shit out! Drinking all night, fucking other girls? I can't take it!" Frankie was now sobbing openly. "You either need to shape up, or I'm gone Rian. I mean it. I'll pack a bag and be gone so fast it'll make your head spin." She hiccuped. "So what's it gonna be, Rian? Are you gonna grow up and realize what you have, or are you going to keep going out and partying?"

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Alex rolled his eyes. "Fine, but if I slip and fall, you explain to the people at the ER what happened!" He called after Charlotte, getting out of the shower. He ran after her, finally tackling her onto the bed. "How does it feel being tackled by your naked husband?" Alex teased, snatching the towel from Charlotte. He began to dry himself off. "Do that again, and I'll tickle you so hard that you pee yourself." Alex grabbed some new clothes out of his suitcase and threw them on. "You might wanna get dressed yourself, lady."

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Charlotee squealed loudly as he tackled her onto the bed, grabbing the towel from her so he could dry himself off. She had to lay there for a moment to catch her breath she was laughing so hard. "It was alright, but it would have been better had I been naked too," she shot back, sending a wink his way before bursting out into laughter, shaking her head. This whole situatuon was messed up, but at the same time she could feel herself get comfortable into the swing of things which made her feel even more weird. Even though she knew their 'marriage' wasn't goint to last long, it was kind of fun to pretend. Knowing Alex delivered when he made threats, she just rolled her eyes and reached into her own suitcase that was laying on the ground, grabbing a new pair of underwear and slipping them on under Alex's shirt, yawning as she removed his shirt, rifling through the suitcase to find the matching bra. She knew she packed it somewhere.

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Rian's head was spinning, both from the events of last night and the decisions she was giving him. Either he shaped up and quit fucking other girls or she was gone. Rian's heart dropped to the floor when she mentioned packing her bags and leaving, shaking his head. "No, babe, I don't want you to go," he begged her, grabbing her shoulders gently in his hands. Rian didn't know how he could expect her to stay with him after everything he had been putting her through lately, but he knew that his life would just get worse and worse if she ever left him.

Frankie sighed softly. "Then you need to shape up, Rian." She whispered. "And I mean it. No more girls, cut down on the drinking..." Frankie spoke seriously. "This is your LAST chance. Any more fuck ups after this, and I'm leaving, okay?" She whispered. Frankie scrunched up her face as she smelled Rian. "We definitely need to talk. But you have to take a shower first. You reek." She gently nudged Rian in the direction of their bathroom before sitting down at the kitchen table, rubbing her temples. This had actually been one of the tamer fights between herself and Rian. Mostly because Frankie finally laid down the law. And it felt good. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to make good on her threats.

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Alex smirked, raising a brow. "Well, we can recreate that moment tonight." He teased, watching as Charlotte hunted for her bra. "It's right there, Charlie." Alex mumbled, pointing at the blue bra. "I feel bad. I didn't get you any honeymoon lingerie." He grabbed his wallet and stuffed it in his jeans. "Maybe I can buy you some later tonight." He joked, wiggling his eyebrows. "I mean, this kind of is our honeymoon now." Alex slipped on his beanie and waited for Charlotte to get dressed. "I think I found our wedding certificate." He teased, pulling a folded up piece of paper out of her wallet.

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Charlotte laughed, flushing as he pointed out her bra and recalled exactly how it got over there. Last night.. biting her lower lip, she picked it up and slipped it on, hooking the back up before picking out a nice kind of Spring like dress, one she bought at some cool thrift store they had in town. "Tonight? Keep dreaming, Mr. Gaskarth," she said with a teasing smirk, grabbing the flats she had worn last night and slipped them on. You think she went out for a night in the town, drinking in heels? Hell no, she'd be falling and teetering even more combined with the alcohol in her system. As much as she wanted to do what they did last night, because God it had been the best sex she had ever had in her life, but wasn't too sure if that should happen again. They were friends, right? Charlotte didn't want their friendship to be ruined by whatever this was, so it was best they fixed it as soon as possible. "Didn't you hear? The sex usually decreases after you're married," she said with a laugh, grabbing her bag. "Ready to do the walk of shame?"

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Rian nodded. "Alright, I promise. No more fuck ups, okay?" He assured her, leaning forward before stopping, recalling how nasty he probably smelled, and his thoughts were confirmed by Frankie's words. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and gave her a small half-smile, rubbing her shoulder gently before heading off into the bathroom to begin showering, sighing softly. He didn't know who he was anymore, it was like somewhere along the way somehow he had lost himself. Rubbing his face with his hands, he stripped himself of his nasty bar smelling clothes, instantly tossing them in the hamper so they didn't stink up the rest of the room and hopped into the shower to clean off the reek.

Alex raised a brow and pouted. "Awe, come on! I was hoping for some more freaky hotel sex." He had to admit that he wanted a repeat of last night. It was definitely the best sex he'd ever had, without a doubt. "You're such a spoil sport." He bumped Charlotte's hip before opening the room door. "Let's go grab some food and figure out what we're gonna do, alright?" Alex bit his bottom lip and began leading Charlotte towards the hotel breakfast bar. "I'm fucking starving.... those Belgian waffles I read about in the brochure are calling my name!" He spoke as he pressed the button on the elevator. "After you...wife." Alex spoke with his signature grin on his face.

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Frankie finished her coffee and headed back to the bedroom. She cast off her pajamas and threw on a tank top and a pair of yoga pants. Frankie was slightly calmer now that Rian was home, but she was still hurt by the fact he kept cheating on her. It was something they really needed to get to the bottom of. There was no way that they could fix the problem without getting to the root of it. And Frankie was almost afraid to find out why Rian kept drinking and cheating on her. Between what happened in real life, and all of the messages she got on tumblr, Frankie's confidence was almost next to nothing.

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Charlotte snorted as she followed him out of the room and to the elevator. "I'm a spoil sport for not wanting to ruin our friendship?" She asked with a raised brow, shaking her head as she stepped in and pressed the button to the first floor, stretching her arms out in front of her. Good, she was hungry after last night (both from the drinking and sex). Also maybe some food in her system would wake her up so they could fully process and think about how to go about things now that they were legally wed. "God, the guys are going to have a field day with this one." She rubbed her eyes, groaning. Charlotte could almost imagine Jack's insane laughter when they told them.

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After about an hour of taking a shower he finally got out, figuring he smelled clean enough now that the liquor smell was off his body. Grabbing a change of sweat pants and a muscle shirt, he slipped them on and felt ten times better now that he had showered and dressed into comfy clothes. Also they advil he took once he got home was starting to kick in as well so that helped with the throbbing head. Rubbing the back of his neck, he padded downstairs and figured he'd have a small snack, wanting to get some food in his system.

Alex shook his head. "Oh, god... How about we just not tell them?" He laughed, leaning against the door of the elevator. Alex closed his eyes and yawned. "Because you know if we even breathe one word of this to them, we're gonna hear about this until we die, right?" He rubbed his eyes and stood up as the elevator dinged, the doors opening. "Time to stuff our faces until we hate ourselves." Alex gently grabbed Charlotte's hand before leading her to the dining area, which was set up with all sorts of breakfast items. He grabbed a plate and began loading it up.

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Frankie padded down the hallway to the kitchen, smiling softly when she saw Rian. She gently wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned up to press a kiss to the back of his neck. "Hi," Frankie whispered, squeezing him tightly. "Let's order a pizza and watch tv?" She mumbled, leaning into him. Frankie grabbed her phone out of her sweatpants pocket to order them some food. Hopefully they'd spend some time cuddling, watching netflix and eating pizza like the old days.

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Rian nodded his head, grimacing when he saw their bare kitchen. Perhaps it was time he tried to tone down the partying and spent more time at home, it looked like they hadn't been grocery shopping for a week. Well, maybe that's because it had been the last time they had gone.. Sighing, he gave her a small smile and nodded his head. "Sounds like a good idea, babe. I'm starving," he admitted, trying to remember if he ate last night or not. Rian decided while he waited, he'd scroll around Twitter and see what was going on in the world and with his band mates. Nothing too exciting was going on, just some cool fan pictures he favorited and re-tweeted and some updates from Jack that he found himself laughing at. That was, until he came across a photo of Alex and Charlotte. At first he wanted to ignore it because it was one of those stupid 'Oh, look what photo this fan sent in about her favorite celebtriy,' but he found himself curious when he came across the word 'married.' "No way," he whispered, seeing the picture of Alex and Charlotte, then a second one showing their hands with what looked like wedding bands on them. "Frankie, you gotta see this." He gestured to his phone.

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Charlotte, for once, agreed with him and nodded her head. She would like to keep this as quiet as possible so she kept the guys from knowing and All Time Low's hardcore fans, especially ones that were 'in love' with Alex. She wasn't dogging on every fan, no way, some were cool as hell. But damn, some of them could be crazy and possessive when it came to their favorite band and she wasn't sure if she wanted the entire fan base of All Time Low knowing she had 'married' the lead singer. "Honey, I'm already married to you. Safe to say we're past the hating myself stage," she teased him, patting his arm gently as she grabbed a plate and filled it with her favorite breakfast foods, licking her lips.

Frankie raised a brow. "What's up, Rian?" She mumbled, gently grabbing Rian's phone. Her jaw hit the floor and her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when she saw the two pictures of Alex and Charlotte. "I fucking TOLD them to be careful in Vegas!" She shook her head and sat down. "I knew something like this was gonna happen. There's so much sexual and romantic tension between those two, it was only a matter of time." Frankie whipped her phone out of her pocket and began a text to Charlotte. Well congratulations, Mrs. Gaskarth. she texted, sending Charlotte a screenshot of the pictures. Didn't I tell you something like this was going to happen? Frankie rubbed her temples and shook her head. She loved her friends to death, but sometimes they were some of the biggest idiots she knew.

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Alex rolled his eyes. "Well, I personally don't think you could have picked a better husband." He spoke, trying to sound offended. Alex loaded his plate with bacon, eggs (scrambled of course), a bagel, waffles, and some of those little mini pancakes. He filled a cup with some apple juice while he waited for Charlotte to finish filling her plate. Once she did, Alex tried to find them a little, out of the way booth. He sat down and almost immediately began stuffing his face. "We need to figure out a plan," Alex spoke once he had swallowed his food.

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Rian groaned. "Well, thanks for telling me now!" He threw his hands up in the air, exhaspterated. "Jack just won one hundred bucks from me because we kinda sorta had a bet going on." Rian admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. It had all been Jack's idea one night, because Jack said something about Alex and Charlotte were for sure going to bang. Rian was the one who said hell no because they were friends, Rian was the only oblivious one because look at them now. Sighing loudly, he peered down at his phone, seeing that it was Jack. "Speak of the devil," he muttered, opening his text messages up. Pay up, loser. Jack had sent him with a bunch of random and annoying emoji's, scowling as he clicked his phone off and tossed it on the counter top. Dammit.

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Charlotte sat down next to Alex and began eating her eggs when she heard her phone go off in her bag. Wondering who could be bugging her this early in the morning, she dug through until she found her phone, sighing in relief. She had sworn she lost it last night during their drunken adventures and going around bar hopping, so she was relieved to see that it was exactly where she left it. Taking a sip of her orange juice, she opened up her messages and saw it was from Frankie--and nearly choked on her juice. What the hell?! How did Frankie..oh. Along with the message were two pictures, one of them holding hands and the other with a close up of their intertwined hands, the wedding bands sitting there clear as day. God knows how many people have seen this already! And it hasn't even been up for maybe more than ten minutes! Damn, people were quick. "Well we'd better think of something fast," she said, turning her phone so Alex could see it.

"Rian." Frankie shook her head, looking at her boyfriend. "Are you telling me that you don't notice that there's obviously something between our best friends?" She exhaled, texting Charlotte again. Can't wait to hear the story behind this one....also, I totally knew this was gonna happen. JUST SAYING. Frankie added an emoji with his tongue sticking out before putting her phone back. "Zack owes me seventy five bucks, so you two are kinda in the same boat." Frankie laughed again, settling in to watch tv with Rian. They would deal with Charlotte and Alex when they came back from Vegas. Right now it was about her and Rian. "The pizza should be here in about ten minutes, Ri." Frankie whispered, grabbing the blanket off of the back of the couch and throwing it around herself and Rian. "You pay the pizza guy. I'm comfy." Frankie pouted.

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Alex felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach when Charlotte showed him the screenshots that Frankie had sent. "Holy shit," he groaned, putting his head in his hand. "Well, there goes our plan to keep quiet." Alex whispered. He needed to think of something to tell everybody. "Okay. I think I have an idea, Charlie." Alex spoke. "It's kind of crazy, but it works. So hear me out." He took a deep breath. "We tell everybody that this was supposed to happen and it's why we came to Vegas." Alex sipped his apple juice. "It's kinda crazy, but I think people will buy it. And we just... get divorced quietly." He said gently.