Put Your Heart Where Your Mouth Is

[Wren's View]

I was knocking feverishly on their door, making as much noise as possible. "Put all your appendages away, kids, I'm coming in!" I didn't hear anything from inside. I let myself in, and what I saw literally made me squeal. Andy and Garrett were asleep with his arms around her, and a massive smile on her face. Thank God they were covered in a mess of sheets, or this would've been awkward.

I continued poking my best friends head. "Put some clothes on and meet me outside." I said, pulling at her sex hair. I giggled. Her layers were sticking out slightly, making her look almost like Russell Brand...but prettier, of course.

"Fuck no."

"You already did the fucking..." I smirked, tossing a pair of sweatpants and a thermal at her. "We are so talking about this when you're done changing."

She groaned, and pushed me out the door.

"Garrett, I'm being kidnapped." She said quietly, giggling slightly. I figured he was kissing her. It was so goddamned cute, I thought I was going to puke. Kennedy hadn't talked to me for a while, not purposely, we just haven't had any alone time. We hadn't talked about the baby at all. I loved my little fetus. I wanted to keep it, but I didn't know if that would fly with him. He was pro-choice, of course, but that didn't say anything about what applied to his unborn child. We were only nineteen, for God's sake, and we were getting married in less than half a year.

"Do you have to go?" He mumbled sleepily. I heard him yawn. I had my ear pressed to the door like the sick pervert I was, but they were like the couple from some cheesy, romantic-comedy blockbuster. Like Twilight. That was some funny shit. I pictured Andy as a vampire. She was scary-- too scary to be undead. I didn't think she could get any paler. Then I pictured Garrett as Bella, bad acting included.

"I'll be back. I'll sneak out if I have to." She laughed. I knew she wasn't kidding. I wrinkled my nose, and crossed my arms. She'd better be changing.

"Your friends and their kiss and sell." He smirked.

She came out wearing the clothes I'd picked out for her. "It's about time." I said, checking my imaginary watch. "I want to know everything--every score, and every sore." She rolled her eyes, and I jerked her back into my hotel room. Kennedy was gone-- no note, no voice mail, nothing. I frowned, but shook it off. I didn't want Andy to see me sweat. Especially not when she was in relationship heaven. I couldn't let her see me being sickeningly pessimistic.

"So, what do you want to know?" She sighed, sitting herself down on the couch. She was playing with the charms on her bracelet--which I just realized had a little, sterling silver bass guitar dangling from the center.

I looked at my shoes. "You two are totally in love." Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I actually respected her privacy. Suddenly, I didn't want to hear that her boyfriend seemed to care about her so much more than my fiancée seemed to care about me.

“Yeah.” She grinned. “We really are.”