The Bachelor
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The Bachelor
Chapter 1:

Derek pulled up to the hotel where they were all supposed to meet. He was sort of...well, giddy to be honest. He wasn't sure what to expect. Well, he knew what he wanted. He was hoping that Sam had been a good friend and followed through with his Best Man duties but he would soon find out.

He walked into the hotel; it was some pretty fancy stuff. Was Sam really bringing a stripper there? Well, maybe she was a high-end stripper...Oh how his thoughts were in the gutter. He shook his head trying to keep his thoughts at bay until the actual party. Speaking of it, where were his boys?

He was about to pull out his cell phone when he spotted Sam walking out of an elevator, alone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, and a mischievous grin across his lips.

Derek eyed him for a moment. "Dude...?" He questioned when Sam reached him.

The smile didn't fade from Sam's face. "Hey man!" He said cheerfully.

"Where are the rest of the guys? Am I late?" He asked a bit worried. Had they started without him?

"Listen Der... I'm your best friend, right? And I know you best..." He started choosing his words very carefully. He didn't want to give it away but he needed to tell Derek that he wasn't getting his stripper.

"Yeah?" He said weary, scared of where this was going.

"So, I chose to not throw you a bachelor party." He admitted, bracing himself for the explosion that was sure to come.

"WHY NOT?" Derek yelled, causing a few people to look their way. Let it be Derek to cause a scene.

Sam rolled his eyes, realizing he wasn't going to get through his speech. He easily pulled out a hotel keycard out of his pocket and placed it in Derek hand. "Let me finish." Sam said annoyed. It was like talking to a 5 year old!

Derek took the card and inspected it, nodding his head, telling Sam to go on.

"I'm not giving you a bachelor party with a stripper. We're not going to sit around watching her dance as we smoke and drink the night away. I'm giving you something else. You're gonna go upstairs to the 18th floor, room 1835, okay? I'm not giving you what you want buddy...I'm giving you what you need." He finished, patting his friend on the back, about to walk away.

"Is there a hot girl in there Sam?" He asked, hoping the answer was a yes. I mean, what else could possibly be waiting for him inside?

Sam smiled softly. "She's definitely attractive, yeah." He had seen the outfit she was wearing. Any man given the opportunity would say she was sexy, but not Sam. Sam couldn't use those words to describe her. Not anymore.

"Am I gonna get lucky?" He had to ask. He didn't know why he was asking...sex should have been out of the question. But the way it sounded, it was all a set up for that particular purpose.

"She's down for it, yeah." Sam replied, picking his words carefully. She was in there waiting for him, hoping to have sex. But that final decision didn't rest on her shoulders, ultimately it was up to Derek.

"Well, alright then Sammy! Thanks bud!" He smiled before running towards the elevator anxiously.

Sam laughed watching his friend go with excitement. He could only hope that it worked out the way he wanted it to...


AN: Ok, so i've had this idea in mind for a long time. Who do you think is inside room 1835? His fiance, a stripper, a blast from the past, Casey? ;) I have the next few chapters written so its up to you guys if you actually want to read it.

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