"What am I going to do?" Waverly sighed into her hands that were currently pressed against her face. Her sister was getting married and she has no one to go with. She had just broken up with Champ few days ago. Before Willa announced that she and Bobo were getting hitched in Vegas and expected everyone to be there and of course no one can say no to Willa.
She closed her eyes and focused on her surroundings. The smell of fresh coffee and the noise of the coffee grinder crushing all the beans that comes in contact with its sharp blades. She does this whenever she's nervous or when she thinks her life is spiralling out of control and right now it's both.
"I have this friend who would probably go with you." Chrissy, who was sitting across from her in the cafe, suggested.
Waverly stopped and thought for a second before answering. "No thanks, I would much rather go to the wedding alone than with some stranger. It's just weird." She'll go alone. She doesn't need a man. She's a confident woman who does not need a man to make her feel comfortable at her sister's wedding.
"Fine suit yourself." Her friend said knowingly as she sipped her tea.
At the same time, Waverly's phone dinged with a notification. She checked her phone and her head shot up scaring Chrissy in the process. Waverly was fucked.
"Chrissy I need a date."
"Well I'll be damned. Why the sudden change of heart?" She said, savouring the sweet taste of victory. Letting a bit of her southern twang escape.
Waverly Earp simply replied by showing her friend the text message she had just received from Willa.
Just a reminder for you to stay civil with Champ next weekend as he is the best man. I just want everything to be perfect. Thanks 3
"Oh shit," Chrissy whispered, still staring at the phone wide eyed, "Do you want the number now?"
"Well I need it now." Waverly emphasised on the word 'need', while toying with a loose thread on her red sweater.
Chrissy nodded and quickly reached for a coffee stained napkin, neatly writing out the number and her friend's name, 'Nic.'
She thanked Chrissy and snatched the paper off of the table like she was stealing a precious jewel. Her eyes roamed around the room to make sure no one was staring at her. A few minutes later Waverly had mostly settled down and continued chatting about Chrissy's boyfriend.
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Waverly was asleep on her side when she was woken up the next morning by a noise from her phone. For one second she had forgotten about the wedding, Champ and the stranger. Just the thought of it made her heart pound rapidly against her chest. It's been a while since she had been in a situation where she wasn't in control and it made her want to throw up.
Hey I went and texted Nic already. Just call.
She groaned and threw her phone on to the other side of the room, thankfully landing on a cushioned chair.
After about three hours Waverly had finally forced herself to climb out of bed and start with her errands. She spent the whole day tidying her little apartment, decorated with posters of her favourite bands. Organising and reorganising everything her hands comes in contact with.
Through out the day Waverly would stop what she was doing and play with the piece of paper which was now flimsy and worn out. It was like her body was in fight or flight mode but she couldn't do either and all this energy was trapped in her tiny body. She paced around her apartment contemplating about what she should do. She should call him. After all she only has a couple more days before she had to fly to Las Vegas.
"Baby girl? What the hell are you doing?"
The sudden entrance of Wynonna's voice brought her back down to Earth. "I'm ummm." she thought of different ways to tell her sister about her little predicament but nothing was quite right.
"You know Champ right?"
Wynonna scoffed, "Of course, you're asshole of a boyfriend."
"Ex- boyfriend." Waverly corrected, not missing the second of shocked on her sister's face. "Well Im going to be at the wedding and so is he. Chrissy gave me her friend's number cause I don't want to go alone and I can't call her cause it's weird. It's weird right?" Waverly rambled hoping that Wynona would agree with her and tell her to snap out of it .
" Well shittttt. Sounds like you need some liquor courage." Wynona poured Waverly and herself a shot of the strongest spirit she could find in her sister's kitchen. They both picked up the glass and tipped their heads back along with their drinks. The smooth burning liquor ran down her throat soothing some of Waverly's nerves.
"I'm going to need more"
"Me too." The older Earp agreed.
Few hours later they were drunk off their heads. After 6 shots each they had to be. Currently Waverly was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling swirl almost like it was being consumed by a black hole.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Wynonna loudly encouraged her sister as she jumped up and down on the coach.
Waverly nodded "Okay."
The youngest Earp picked up her phone, hands shaking a bit, and dialled the number that was on the paper grasped in her other hand. She could feel her heart beat at the tip of her fingers, racing faster and faster as each ring sounded. A couple more rings later someone finally picked up.
"Hi Nic. I'm Waverly, Chrissy told me to call you. Thanks so much by the way, it means a lot. Actually I'm not sure if she told you about me, she could've lied." Waverly said nervously not leaving the stranger a moment to speak. "Hopefully she did cause this would be really awkward if she didn't."
There was an uncomfortable silence before Waverly heard the other person on the line chuckle. The pitch of the laugh made Waverley's eyes widen. The voice belonged to a woman. FUCK.
"Yeah hi, this is Nicole."
"Hey Nic- Nicole, can you wait just one second" Waverly removed her ear from the phone before she got a reply. She whipped her head towards her sister, who was staring at her.
"Nick is a Nicole."
"What?" Wynonna face twisting in confusion.
"Nic," She yelled and gestured dramatically to the phone, "Is a girl."