Maggie

Okay, before you think crazy, I'm not getting married. I turned eighteen. Nash and I weren't to that point. Plus, I'm still in high school.

We received an invitation to Sarah and Mike's wedding. In case you forgot, Sarah was Nash's ex, who is marrying Bryson's big brother. The wedding should be exciting.

*****

Pat

"Do we have to go?" Nathan asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Why?" Noah asked.

"Because I RSVP for us."

"Whom the hell goes to your ex-girlfriend's wedding? It's abnormal," Nixon said.

"Hey, if your mom is forcing me to go, you're going," Nate told the boys.

I gave Nate an annoyed face.

"What? I hate weddings," Nate said.

"I still talk to Sarah's mom. Plus, it wasn't on bad terms."

"Sarah hooked up with Nash's best friend while they were together and is marrying a tool. Mike is a bigger tool than Bryson himself," Nixon said.

"Tool or no tool, if your brother doesn't have a problem with it, neither should you."

"Only because Nash doesn't know," Nathan said.

"What do you mean Nash doesn't know?"

The brothers looked around, whistling.

"Nixon Richard Gray! What doesn't Nash know?"

"Sarah cheated on him with Mike," Nixon said.

"How do you know?"

"Yeah, I'm curious, myself," Nate said.

"Nathaniel!"

"What? I'm always out of the loop. Plus, I like to gossip next to the next person."

I rolled my eyes at Nate and turned my attention back to Nixon. "I'm waiting."

"Fine. We caught Mike and Sarah together," Nixon said.

Nate and I stared at him and the others.

"Coming out of a hotel. Trust me. They weren't visiting someone."

"What were you four doing at a hotel?" Nate asked Nixon.

"That's not important," he said, avoiding the question.

Nate glanced at me. "I don't want to know why our boys were at a hotel. Do you?"

"Oh, God, no."

*****

Maggie

The six of them were downstairs discussing the wedding. Nash and I were upstairs talking about nothing. We were busy doing other things.

"Oh, my God, Nash! Keep going!" I gripped the sheets of his bed as he had his arms wrapped around my legs while he had his head between my legs. He blared his music so no one could hear us.

He went to town. I couldn't control myself as pleasure ripped through my body.

*****

Nate

"Why the hell is Nash blaring music?" I looked at the ceiling.

The boys tried not to laugh.

"He needs to turn that music down. I swear he'll wake the dead," Pat said.

I thought for a moment. "Where is Maggie?"

"Beats me." Nixon shrugged.

Pat and I glimpsed each other. We ran upstairs while the boys roared with laughter. We reached Nash's door, and I pounded on it. "Nash! Open up!"

Nash opened the door. "What?"

We stuck our heads inside to see Maggie lying on her stomach, looking at a magazine. She turned her head and looked at us.

"Why's your music so loud?" I asked him.

"I wanted to get a feel of this new album I bought. I'll turn it down." Nash walked over to his stereo and turned it down.

"Well, next time, try not to play it so loud."

"No problem." Nash shrugged.

We left.

*****

Maggie

Nash crawled into bed next to me.

"That was close." I sighed.

"Well, I wouldn't have to crank my music so loud if you weren't loud." He smirked.

I smacked him.

"You're loud. Note to self. Make sure I buy you a gag." He chuckled.

I gave him a playful shove. We wrestled until he pinned me by sitting on top of me.

"Do you want to attend this wedding?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I have concerns about the wedding."

"It'll be fine. The wedding is a month away. It gives us plenty of time to find an outfit."

"Easy for you to say. You guys get to throw on a suit and call it good. Girls have to find a dress, shoes, accessories, makeup, and any other crap that we need."

"Mags, even if you dress in a burlap sack, you're beautiful to me." He smiled at me. "Plus, it's a wedding. We'll go, eat, and dance. Then we'll come home and move on with our lives."

I had a terrible feeling about this wedding. It wasn't that Bryson and Tiffany would be there. Something else will happen. I'm overthinking things.

*****

The house became hectic with school, the wedding, Christmas, and New Year's. Why does this time of the year get crazy?

People lose their minds over one day. In our case, it was two days driving everyone crazy. During the chaos, I found out when Nash's birthday was. A person turning twenty-one is a big deal.

Pat and Nate would plan a party for him. I wanted to do something special.

Around midnight on Nash's birthday, I was the first to wish him a happy birthday. I pulled a single cupcake from a package and placed a candle on top. Then I opened my door.

Everyone was asleep until I saw Nash's light underneath the door. Perfect. He was still up. I knocked and opened his door.

He glanced up from his book. "Mags? I figured you would be asleep."

I crept in. "Well, I wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday. So, happy birthday." I pulled the cupcake from behind my back and lit the candle.

He sat up and took the cupcake from me.

"The cupcake isn't much. It's the thought that counts, right? Make a wish."

"I don't need to make a wish."

"Why not?"

"Because I have you."

I smiled.

He blew out the candle. "Sleep with me."

I gave him a weird expression.

"I want to cuddle with you. Sleep with me."

"As long as you don't knock me up." I pointed my finger at him.

He rolled his eyes, pulling me to him. We climbed into bed, covering ourselves. I snuggled into him and drifted off to sleep.

Nate checked on us and saw me in bed with Nash.

Pat walked up. "What's taking you so long?"

"That." He pointed to us, sleeping next to each other. "I give up. He's twenty-one. If he knocks her up, then it's on him."

Pat laughed while Nash and I slept.