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This is the last place I wanted to be, but chimney dragged me here. Something about how it would be rude if I didn’t show up to my best friend’s wedding.
Right.
Like I want to watch Buck kiss Tommy.
And to make matters worse Buck has me as his best man. I should have just not shown up.
God damnit. At least there’s an open bar. I don’t want to get drunk around Christopher, but there is no way in hell that I’m getting through this sober.
That is not happening tonight.
So I drinked two shots of vodka before doing my best man duty’s which was simple enough. Help Buck get ready, stand at the alter with him, and pretend I’m happy.
The last one is proving to be harder then I thought. I should have had more than two shots.
I thought that once the kiss happened and I was standing in the background nursing my beer that that would be it. But no, Buck makes eye contact with me as they’re dancing their first dance.
I was hoping I could disappear. That was wishful thinking apparently.
Fuck. I need something stronger.
All I can think of is a few months ago when we were out my house drinking beers on my couch. I notice him smile at me as he rests his chin on Tommy’s shoulder.
My grip tightens on my glass. The bastard.
I’d punch him in the face if Athena wasn’t here because I know she would arrest me. So I settle for glaring at Tommy’s back. There’s not much else I can do at this point.
After they dance they go to one of the tables. Tommy smiles at something Buck says as someone hands him beer and a glass of champagne. Tommy hands Buck the champagne as I decide to go back to the bar and get me another beer.
I need to stop soon if I want to be able to drive home. At least Christopher is content with hanging out with danny for now.
That’s when I notice buck pour the alcohol down the vase. That’s strange but also not my business anymore. He wanted me here and he wanted me as his best man. Yet he hasn’t said a single word to me since he kissed Tommy.
Fuck him.
I down the rest of my beer in one gulp.
I need another.
Damn him.
The next thing Buck gets is clearly a glass of water. The only reason he would be drinking water at his own wedding would be if he’s pregnant.
And I know for a fact that Tommy wanted to wait until marriage.
Which means… fuck.
Two months ago he showed up at my place and things got intimate very fast.
Fuck.
My best guess is he’s pregnant and he isn’t planning on telling me.
Yup, I need another drink. Preferably one that will knock my ass out. That sounds good right now.