Maid of Honor

“You’re a fat drunk, Johnny.” I giggled. I not only had one too many, but John’s parents had to drop us off at our house. Momma Ohh drove my car with us ranting about whatever the entire way here. I was currently walking with John in the house, trying to get to his room. He leaned on me, far drunker than I was myself, and he stuck his nose in his hair.
“You’re a sexy drunk.” He purred.
I laughed loudly.
“Awe, that’s so sweet.”
“I try,” He said. “Whoa, whoa, whoa…let’s stop walking.”
“But your fat,” I whined.
“I’m not fat.” He laughed.
“Yessss,”
“Nooooo,”
I giggled and smacked his face playfully.
“You’re a sexy drunk too.” I stated. Suddenly John didn’t have his arm thrown over my shoulder. He turned me toward him.
“This is what’s going to happen, Dia.” He stated. “I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to like it.”
“Okay.” I laughed again before John’s lips were pressed against mine. I pressed mine back before we were making out heavily. I backed up until I hit the wall. My hands tangled into his hair, and I bought him closer to me. His hands ran down my sides until they were under my butt. John pulled away from me.
“Jump,” He whispered against my lips. I listened to John and I jumped. He easily supported me until I wrapped my legs around his skinny waist. Our lips were back on each other. I felt my breathing become a little heavy as he started walking toward the bathroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot. John sat me down the counter top. His lips broke apart from mine, and started to kiss down my neck and on to my color bone.
“John…” I trailed off, trying to keep breathing, but I couldn’t. My eyes closed, enjoying the moment instead of ruining it

I ran a hand nervously through my hair before I glance at my best friend. He was pulling back up his boxers and then his skinny jeans. I looked down at my bare legs.
“John?”
“Don’t talk,” He huffed before he opened the bathroom door, and nearly slammed the door shut behind him. I flinched, and slipped off of the counter. I reached for my pants, already having my underwear back on. I picked up my boots, and I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place. I shook my head, and I walked out of the bathroom. It reeked of sweat and sex. Not a good combination. I walked through the house the best that I could, because I was still drunk off my ass. As soon as I made it to my bed, I fell on it with a thug.

♥

“Ugh.” I groaned and rolled over when I woke up. My head was throbbing, and I was still in my clothes. I crawled out of my bed and across the floor. I made it to my closet, and I sat there, staring at the wall. Everything came rushing back to me in a flash. I had sex with John. I actually had sex with my best friend…again. The first time was because it was preplanned but this was completely reckless. My head snapped up when my bedroom door was closed. John stood there with a confused expression.
“Dorinda…could you please fill me in on what happened last night?”
“What…do you mean?” I asked slowly.
“I have basically no memory of what happened.”
“What was the last thing you remember?” I asked him, standing up.
“Me ordering you a Bud Light,” He chuckled nervously.
I sighed.
“Your mom drove us back here in my car with your dad following her. I helped you to your room and I went back to mine,” I lied.
“I’m glad I didn’t do anything stupid.” He chuckled before he sat down beside me. “How is your hangover treating you?”
I nudged his side.
“A whole lot better than yours is treating you,” I replied.
“What do you have planned for today? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,”
“I know what I mean,” I sighed and laid my head down on his shoulder.
“You kicked ass last night, kid.”
“Thanks, Johnny,”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you could sing?”
“I didn’t think that was an important part to our friendship,” I laughed almost quietly.
John wrapped his arm around my shoulders lightly.
“What do you have planned for today?”
“Um…more training,”
“That gym’s taking you away from me,”
“That Julie’s taking you away from me.” I said almost bitterly.
“What are we going to do about that, Dorinda?” He asked me. “We never really did talk about it….but you and I both know that it’s going to happen.”
“Yeah,”
Not if I have anything to do about it.
And boy did I have something planned to do about it.

♥

“I’m super glad that you wanted me to have lunch with you,”
I smiled.
“Why wouldn’t I? I am you maid of honor, Julie.” I laughed at the girl in front of me.
“You’ve been pretty busy, huh?”
“I definitely have. The gym is like a sweat shop, but more modern and it actually have torture devices.”
“If it’s torture then why do you do it?” She asked, turning her head slightly to the left. Her blue eyes showed that she was clearly confused.
I looked down at my smoothie.
“I-uh…my mom,” I answered. “She was a Elite Gymnast, but she died a few months after I was born. My dad knew how much she loved it. He actually was a gymnast for a short time too. He’s really the one who signed me up. He put me through years of torture,”
“Then why didn’t you just quit?”
“It’s really had to quit something when you’re so in love with it.” I answered with a small smile. “I used to watch all of my mom’s old gymnastic videos and…and it made me feel closer to her. It really did help me growing up with just a dad who was a cop. He had me home schooled for years because training was the biggest part of my life. It was more important than anything.”
“Are you not front Arizona either?” She asked.
Julie was from New York City…Manhattan to be exact.
“Not,” I laughed. “I’m originally from North Carolina.” I answered.
“Oh…so gymnastics brought you to Arizona?”
I shrugged.
“Better scene.” I explained. “I-I actually train in the gym my mom did when she was a teenager. Believe it or not, I actually feel closer to her whenever I’m there. That’s why it doesn’t bother me to be there so long.”
“Wow.” Renee stated. “I don’t know what I would do without my mom,”
“I don’t know what I would do with one,” I joked back. “I..um…that’s why I’m not all that girly.”
“You’re my hero,”
“You really shouldn’t say that.” I shook my head.
“Of course I should!” Julie exclaimed, smiling at me. “You’re just so sweet.”
And I fucked your boyfriend last night.
I rested my chin on my hand, and Julie looked at me curiously.
“Thanks…but you’re the sweet one. Trust me, I’m a bitch,” I sighed heavily.
Julie was making it harder on me than it was from the start.