Yo!
I'm back with my second (and going to be very lonnnng) cute mushy Derek and Angie in the future story... This one will most likely be a bit longer than Keeping the Secret... but we'll see where it goes, eh?
Let's get rockin' (I'm SO EXCITED!)
Chapter 1: Party Time
Derek paced back and forth through the small, dimly lit room, his shined black shoes grazing the carpet lightly. He clasped his hands together tightly, and in a rare move performed by him, swiftly rolled his palm over the knuckles of his left hand, producing a crack from each one. Pulling back the fabric of his coat, he looked at the time. It read 3:28, which meant he only had a little over a half hour to get rid of his jitters and get ready for the big moment. In the back corner of the room in which he stood was a wooden chair, its back and seat upholstered with ivory cushions. He walked over to it, and sat, focusing his mind on other things… like, the memories of his bachelor party the night before.
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"Oh, come on! No strippers… as in, zero? As in, no naked women in my presence?"
Derek shook his head. "No, Tyler. No strippers. None. Zero. Go watch naked women on your own time – it's not my thing."
Tyler had been asking Derek about this up until the night before, but eventually gave into his wishes. Tyler, Derek, Greg and Sidney Kasal, Victor, Derek's cousin and med school buddy Jason, and a few other friends and coworkers met at Tyler's place for Derek's big send off to the married world. They watched the big fight, drank, played poker, and traded stories about the women in their lives for the better part of the evening. Derek was never nervous to get married, he just needed a big relaxing night away from Angie and wedding plans to clear his head.
"What do you got Victor?" Tyler asked, the dealer for the round.
"Um, what can I do with Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Six?"
Derek's cousin began to laugh loudly, making Victor shoot an evil glare his way.
Tyler smirked. "Well, Victor… you can fold, because your hand sucks."
He threw down his cards in a huff. "I still don't understand this game, and its boring the hell out of me." The researcher took another drink of his beer, before turning his attention back to the fight.
"Sidney?"
"I call." The plastic clink of the chip echoed through the air as Sidney set his battle with Tyler in stone.
The men laid down their hands, Sidney's full house beating Tyler's two pair. He raked in the pot and began to organize his chips, before turning his attention to Derek.
"So, Derek – ready to run yet?"
The rest of the guys at the table turned away from the fight, now on commercial break, making remarks to one another about the comment.
"Nah…" Derek said, a smile on his face. "I'm actually pretty excited."
"Oh c-come on…" Greg interjected, slightly slurring his speech. "I mean, aren't you s-so tired of wedding plans yet you could just strangle the next person that talks about flower arrangements?" He tipped the top of his beer to point at Derek, a very serenely tipsy look cemented on his face. "I mean, who payss that much money for things that are going to die in s-six dayss anyways, I mean, my God…"
Sidney laughed. He was a little tipsy as well, but watching Greg ramble on and on was something he didn't get to see very often.
"You know, Greg – Maybe you should take it easy on the beer?" he said, reaching for the bottle before Greg swiped it and drank the rest of its contents in four giant chugs. Sidney started to laugh like crazy as Greg looked at him with a very triumphant look on his face.
"Here, S-Sidney… here's the bottle youu wanteddd! I-I win! Haha!" He rose from his seat before sitting back down quickly. "I think I'm just going to sit here for a little while…" he muttered as he laid his head down on the table, the rest of the guys laughing at him.
Sidney turned his attention back to Derek, still chuckling slightly. "So, really – it must feel great to stop dealing with florists, caterers.. the like… I'm just surprised you handled it so well…"
He laughed. "Yeah, wedding plans did get a little bit irritating after awhile – but now that all that stuff is over, I'm getting married… I'm happy. Besides, Angie was excited to plan all that stuff so I just sat back and let her do whatever."
"Nobody wants to talk about this!" interrupted Tyler, watching as everyone turned their attention towards him. "I, for one, am curious to know one thing…"
Derek looked at him with wide eyes, hoping he wouldn't say what he thought he was going to.
"I want to know… how excited you are for your wedding night…"
All the guys turned towards Derek as his face grew red as a tomato – man, Tyler was a jerk.
"Wait, wait, wait…." Jason interrupted, slightly confused. "You mean, your fiancée looks like THAT, and you've never..?"
He held up his hands in defense, giving into conversation. "No, I'll admit it… we haven't slept together…"
Half of the room looked shocked, the other half saw it coming.
"Oh man…"Jason said, shaking his head. "Cousin, I'm ashamed of you…"
"Hey!" Tyler interjected. "It's nothing to be ashamed about at all – she was the one who really wanted to wait, right?"
"No - it was important to both of us, though it got frustrating sometimes... I knew I was going to end up with her anyway, so I figured when we got there, we got there… It left something to look forward to, was how I've always looked at it… and I was right – it was worth it for the night we'll have tomorrow" Derek replied smiling, taking a swig of beer.
"So, you've never seen her naked?" Victor asked. Everyone shot their eyes towards him, shocked that something like that had come out of his mouth. "What?! I can't ask questions now? GEEZ!"
Everyone laughed for a second before turning back to Derek, wondering the answer to that question.
"Well… I wouldn't go THAT far…" he said smiling slyly, taking another swig from the bottle, trying to hide his embarrassment. The guys whooped for a few seconds, before prodding him some more.
"So, you have done some stuff, obviously if you've seen her naked…" Victor continued.
"Obviously yes, we've done… things – hey wait a second, why the hell am I talking to you guys about this?"
"Oh, come on Derek…" Greg said muffled, his face still implanted in the table. "You can tell us, we won't say any--"
The conversation was interrupted by a succession of three loud knocks at the door. Derek shot a look over at Tyler, who gave him a questionable shrug, a smirk plastered on his face. He got up to answer the door, and as soon as he saw who was on the other side, glared at Tyler, ready to kill him.
"Hello Sir, my name is Officer Marks. I need to speak with you about some very important matters concerning your vehicle."
Derek had to admit – Tyler had picked one gorgeous stripper. She had long, dark hair which was tied back in a low ponytail, huge blue eyes, and a rockin' body. He was very uncomfortable with the situation, but didn't want to make her feel bad…
"Okay…" he said, putting his hands up to indicate his surrender. "Come on in, do what you gotta do…"
All the guys in the room turned their attention towards the woman, watching as she closed the door behind her. Greg lifted his head off the poker table, still pretty tipsy, giggling before shouting out "UH-OH, look who'ss att the door!" in a sing-song voice. Sidney patted "Captain Obvious" on the back a few times, before Greg returned his head to the table. All the rest of the guys elbowed Tyler and made inappropriate comments, never taking their eyes off her.
"Like I said, I need to talk to you about your vehicle, sir."
Derek blushed a bit. "Okay, uh, let's see.. Obviously I've been a "bad boy…" what… is there something wrong with my "stick shift"? Are you going to have to "let me off with a warning"? What..?" He took guesses as to how this was going to go, a seriously perturbed look growing on the woman's face.
The guys were dying by this point. Mild mannered Derek Stiles was about to have a half naked woman all up in his business. They all stood, their digital cameras and camera phones ready, except Tyler – who was the only one that was really confused by the situation.
"Sir, this is about the person who drives a Chevy Tahoe – Dark Blue."
He turned towards Tyler – that was his car. "You hired a stripper for yourself at my bachelor party?"
Tyler rose from his seat. "No, I didn't hire any strippers, I swear…"
A bitter silence filled the room as everyone realized it was a real cop.
"Sorry to disappoint, gentleman, but this ticket belongs to you. You can pick up your car at the impound lot at nine in the morning tomorrow. Thank you, and have a nice night."
She handed the ticket to Tyler. It read "expired tabs – parking too close to fire hydrant" and listed the towing company's number at the bottom. He grew fairly pissed as he read it over, but was snapped out of his thought as he heard a thud. Derek had fallen into the front door, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
"It was a REAL COP?! HahahahHAAH – wait, wait…. that means, your car is gone!!! That SUCKS!!"
He pounded the ground with his fist as he struggled to catch his breath. The rest of the guys in the room wiped tears from their eyes as they continued to laugh, and Greg picked his head up once more to ask Sidney where the stripper had gone.
"I asked her what was wrong with my "stick shift"… oh dear Lord!" Derek said, picking himself off the ground.
The room erupted in laughter once more, Tyler barely following suit. His car was seriously gone, although, he did have to admit it was hilarious watching Derek talk to a cop like she was a stripper. He laughed as he threw the ticket on the front table to his place, before returning back to the poker table with everyone else. Greg had woken up again, and had his arm around Sidney, confessing his undying love for his brother every few minutes, as Sidney just laughed and shook his head – embarrassed that his brother couldn't hold liquor as well as he could. Derek spent his last night as a single man with the most fun friends he could've ever hoped for, but as the time passed on, he secretly got more and more excited for the coming day.
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He snapped back to reality, fingers tracing the soft fabric of the chair he was seated in. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out her wedding band. It was made of little round diamonds, nothing holding them into place besides the soldering on the inside of the band, and little prongs which clasped each little diamond to the one next to it. It was the perfect compliment to her engagement ring, the band to that made of the same little tiny jewels. He rested his elbows on his knees as he looked at it more - he could see her smiling face in his mind, and his nervousness flooded away. He looked at his watch once more – 3:51. It was time for him to take a deep breath, and get ready. Derek stood up, closing his eyes briefly before he placed a hand on the handle to the door and turned it clockwise, pulling it open. He stepped out in his full tux, a black shirt, a white vest, and a white tie into the chapel where his wedding to the woman of his dreams was about to take place.
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An hour prior, Angie was seated in her giant white fluffy robe, drinking Mimosas with her maid of honor, Leslie Sears, in the suite they had rented for the bridal party to get ready in. She was bursting with excitement, but wasn't ready to put on her dress quite yet, as she was trying to relax before the big day.
The day before, Derek had helped her move all of her stuff into his apartment during the day. Upon walking into her empty apartment, he was shocked to see it littered with boxes.
"I hate to break it to you – my apartment's big, but we may have to buy the one next door just to store all this stuff…"
She giggled. "Honey, this is nothing… the boxes in my bedroom are stacked almost to the ceiling… and then there's all my clothes that are hung…" She watched as Derek's mouth dropped in shock, quickly talking to try to calm him down.
"…B-But there's a lot of stuff I don't need quite yet – and I've already sectioned that off over there…" She pointed to a huge stack of boxes in the corner of her living room. Derek breathed a sigh of relief.
"I guess we should get working, huh?" he said, scratching the back of his head.
Leslie and Tyler showed up a short time later, and helped them load all the boxes into a giant rented truck, before Derek and Angie took off to go move her into their new home.
From about 8 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon, they unpacked all her stuff, combining their lives together in one apartment. Between them, they now had three TV's, a whopping five video game systems, two beds, a closet filled to the brink of collapse with clothes, dressers of even more clothes, two computers, and a hell of a lot of music and movies. Exhausted from all the work, they crashed into their bed together, and began to talk about their excitement for their wedding day, before taking a small nap. When they awoke, they parted ways, heading off to their respective parties.
Spearheaded by Leslie, Angie's party was a little racier than Derek's. Although no strippers showed up, there were sexy drinks, lessons on pole dancing, hilarious games of truth, and most importantly… presents: all of them another piece of lingerie. It was at this time, she was glad that both hers and Derek's mothers had turned down the invitation to come to the party, reasoning that it wasn't for women that age. Angie didn't believe that so much, she just would feel more embarrassed than she already was if his mother-in-law was seated somewhere near her.
Angie, Leslie, Angie's friend Julie, Cybil, and about ten other girls from the Angeles Bay area sat in Leslie's house, 'ooh-ing' as Angie pulled out another piece of lingerie, this one, from Julie. She smiled, but turned it over and over, trying to figure out exactly how it worked.
"Is, everything okay, Ang?" Julie asked, slightly giggling at her friend.
"Yeah, its just… how… I have no – Ok, what the heck is this?"
Julie laughed, taking it from her, as she held it up in the right direction. Angie laughed, mortified, as she thanked her and put it back in the box.
"Geez…" said Cybil. Like her husband at Derek's party, she was the first one to end up drunk. As she slid down the rest of her Cosmopolitan, she turned to Angie, giggling as she talked, words all jumbled together.
"You wouldthinkyou neverSLEPTT with t-t-the guy! HA!" she spat out, laughing at the idea afterward.
Angie grew quiet as she and Leslie exchanged a quick glance.
"Oh…my… GOD!" exclaimed Julie, practically jumping out of her seat. "Angie, don't tell me you're serious!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Angie watched as Cybil made a lunge for the vodka bottle, Leslie grabbing it away quickly.
"What's the big deal? So we haven't had sex yet! Does it REALLY matter?"
"Yes, it matters!" she responded. "You'd think after three years – I mean, how do you live?"
"Hey, calm down a bit…" Leslie interjected. "I think it's adorable – they're going to have a really special night tomorrow…" she said, patting Angie's arm.
"Yeah, I guess you're right…" Julie responded, taking a sip of her drink. "So, Ang – you nervous?"
Angie really didn't want to think about it much. She was quite literally, terrified. Part of her was really looking forward to it because it was Derek – she was so comfortable with him, and she knew that it was going to be amazing. The other part, however – had so many questions she didn't even know where to start.
"Hey, so, while we're talking about this…" Angie started, slamming the rest of her drink to prepare for what was coming next. "I might as well ask all of you seasoned veterans…" Her face turned instantly red as the girls began to clap and cheer, crowding around to start the conversation.
After an hour of stories she had really never wanted to hear from her friends, Angie had all the tips, tricks, advice, and consolation she needed, and was ready to get the party started. So was the pole dancing instructor, who had arrived minutes after their conversation ended.
The extremely tipsy Mrs. Myers-Kasal had decided it would be a good idea to be the first one to try a very risky stunt on the pole. Angie couldn't believe her eyes – the cop turned anesthesiologist was usually so distinguished, so proper… and here she was, swinging around on a pole, drunk off her ass. She had jumped into the air, her legs flailing about as she flew around the pole a few times, before coming down extremely ungracefully onto her butt. She stopped for a second as all the girls gasped in surprise, but the silence had been broken as Cybil started to howl with laughter. Rolling over a few seconds later, she rose shakily to her feet before moving into the kitchen in search of some Advil.
Angie took a sip of her Mimosa in between giggles – what a fun night it had been. She looked at Leslie and smiled before looking at the time.
"Oh, my – I think its time for you to get dressed Ang!"
Angie smiled. 45 minutes was all that stood between her becoming Mrs. Derek Stiles – something she had wanted nearly since the day she had laid eyes on him. She wanted to see him so badly, but the time just seemed to be trickling by mercilessly. Setting her drink down on the end table she disappeared into the hotel bedroom to put on her dream dress. The bridal party gathered outside of the bedroom, waiting for Angie to come reveal herself – nobody had actually seen her in it yet besides Leslie, but even she was excited.
As she attached the veil in the back of her head, Angie spun slowly, seeing herself in a full length mirror. She began to tear up just a little bit, fighting it back for the sake of her make-up. A smile swept across her face as she saw the reflection of her engagement ring, before she pulled her hand up to look at it once more. She spun around and walked over to the dresser, where his wedding band sat in an opened black box. Angie took it out gently and turned it over and over in her hands, smiling at the engraving that took up the entire inside of the band.
"My doctor, my husband, my friend…"
Stifling a cry of happiness before it escaped, she buffed the ring before placing it back into the box. Resting her hands on each one of the doorknobs to the double doors, she exhaled gently before opening them, ready to go get married.
YAY! They're getting married! I love it, and I hope you did too.
PS: Cybil and Greg are drunkies :) and it makes me giggle.
Anyway -- See you next time!