"Damn it," Ron said to himself as he threw his phone on the couch beside him. Kim didn't answer his call…again. He's called her almost 20 times in the past three days trying to apologize, but she never answered. He even went to her house, but she wasn't home. He just couldn't reach her and it was making him mad. It also ticked him off that everyone else around him was happy, like Tara. Almost everyday, she skipped around the house merrily. He didn't know what made her so giddy.
"Hi, Ronnie," Tara said as she walked downstairs. When Ron didn't answer, she stopped and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Ron sighed and shook his head.
"Well, that tells me that something is wrong. What's going on?" Tara asked as she walked to the couch and sat beside him.
"Kim's what's wrong," Ron said.
"What about Kim?"
"She heard me say something, misunderstood it, and now she's not talking to me. Well, not that I would know since she's not answering my calls," Ron said.
Tara resisted the urge to smile. Instead, she grabbed Ron's hand and put her other hand on his cheek. "It's ok, Ron. I'm sure Kim will come around. All have to do is invite her to the wedding," she said. "Even though you probably were going to do that already."
"What good is that going to do?" Ron asked.
"It will give you the chance to talk to her, so I'll invite her. In fact, I can do better than that," Tara said.
xxxxx
"You want me to be what?" Kim asked as she stared at Tara in disbelief.
"I want you to be my maid of honor," Tara said with a sweet smile.
"But I thought Bonnie-," Kim started.
"Bonnie is ok with the whole thing," Tara interrupted. "She said it was my wedding, so it was my decision."
"Are you sure, though?" Kim asked.
"Kim, I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure. So, now, when we all go out to get the bride's maids dresses, you come, too, ok?" Tara asked, walking towards the door.
"But I-,"
"Ok, great! Seeya, Kim," Tara called as she walked out.
Kim just stared at the door for a moment. Then she shook her head and went to call Monique.
"Hey, Kim, what's going on?" Monique answered.
"Tara put me in the wedding," Kim said.
"She what!?" Monique asked.
"Yeah, as the maid of honor," Kim said.
"Well, this wasn't what I planned," Monique said.
"Yeah, me neither. I just wanted to be there to support…" Kim trailed off.
"What's wrong?" Monique asked.
"Nothing," Kim said.
"Are you sure?" Monique asked.
"Yeah," Kim said.
"Ok. So, have you talked to Ron lately?" Monique asked.
Kim rolled her eyes. 'Of course she would ask when I don't want to talk about him,' she thought. "No, and I don't want to," Kim said.
"What? Why not?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Kim said.
"Would you just tell me?" Monique said.
"I'd rather not," Kim said.
"Kim."
"Monique."
Monique huffed. "Fine. Be that way," she said.
"I will," Kim said.
Kim figured Monique was angry since she didn't say anything. Then, Monique laughed a bit. "Gosh, Kim, you've gotten so mean over the years," she said.
Kim laughed, too. "Yeah," she said. Then she sighed. "You really wanna know?" she asked.
"That would be nice," Monique said.
"So, I went to Ron's house a few days ago to drop off something. I overheard him talking on the phone. He said and I quote, 'Kim and I are just friends. Sure I love her, but not the way she loves me. I'm completely into Tara and I can't wait to marry her. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her'" she said.
"No he didn't," Monique said in disbelief.
"He did. Then he tried to tell me that I didn't understand. I think I understood it perfectly clear. I walked out on him and cried the whole way home and then some," Kim said.
"Aw, Kim, I'm so sorry. That is so not like Ron," Monique said.
"Yeah, I know. I didn't want to believe, but it was hard not to. I was in shock and I felt like a complete idiot for loving the way I do," Kim said.
"Do you want me to go beat him up?" Monique asked trying to make Kim feel better.
Kim laughed. Then she said, "No, that's ok. I don't want him to be all bruised up on the day of the wedding," she said.
Monique laughed, too. "You want me to come over. I'll bring the twins. Maybe they'll entertain you," she said.
"Ok, sure," Kim said. "I could use a good laugh."
"Alright, we'll be over soon," Monique said.
"Ok, seeya soon," Kim said and hung up the phone. She smiled. She could always count on Monique. That's why she loved her. She always tried to make her feel better and did anything to make her happy. Kim got up and put away all her breakables before the twins got there.
xxxxx
Josh fell over on his bed next to Tara. They were both sweating, breathing hard, and naked. Tara looked at Josh and smiled as she tried to catch her breath.
"I swear, this gets better every time," she breathed out.
"So, you're saying that at first, it was terrible?" Josh asked.
"No, it was great the first time, and it got better every time since then," Tara said and snuggled up next to him. Josh smiled and kissed her forehead. He put an arm around her.
It was quiet for a few minutes while they caught their breath. Once they breathing normally again, Tara said, "I have a new maid of honor."
"Is that so? I thought Bonnie was gonna be your maid of honor," Josh said.
"Well, that was before Ron told me he was having problems with Kim and he wanted to talk to her. So, I made her my maid of honor," Tara said.
"Well, wasn't that sweet of you?" Josh said sarcastically as he held her tighter.
"Shut up," Tara giggled as she ran her nails up and down Josh's chest.
"So, uh, about the wedding," Josh started.
"What about it?" Tara asked.
"What are we gonna do? I mean, Ron's my friend and-," he started.
"Let's not talk about this right now," Tara interrupted. "Instead, let's physically talk about something else."
Josh arched one eyebrow and smirked. "Man, you just can't get enough of me," he said.
"And never will," Tara said and kissed him.
One week later
Kim was at the bridal store again. Only this, she was looking for a dress. Being the maid of honor was still kind of shocking to her. Tara just came out of nowhere and told her she was taking Bonnie's place. Bonnie really didn't seem to mind that much, though. So, here Kim was. Looking for a dress for a wedding that she didn't really want to be a part of. She just wanted to be there for Ron. Now, she really didn't have a choice, but be there. Well, she did have a choice, but for some reason, she just wanted Tara to have what she wanted, even though she was cheating on her best friend.
"Oh, Kim, that dress is perfect," Tara said, interrupting Kim from her thoughts. "Hey, girls, Kim just found the most perfect dress for you guys. So, find your size and try it on."
The other four girls went to where they were and found the dress that was their size. As Kim waited to try her dress on, Tara came up to her.
"So, are you going to the bachelorette party next week?" she asked.
Kim shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not really one to party like that."
"Aw, come on, Kim. You have to have fun sometime," Tara said.
"I do have fun, just not like that and I never thought you did either," Kim said, smirking at her.
Tara smiled. "I know I wasn't like this in high school, but ever since I moved to California, I learned to have tons of fun. I went to a lot of parties on the beach and I hung out almost every night. I had a lot of friends. Then I bumped into Ron and we had fun together," she said. "I really love him."
Kim shook her head slightly. "Then why are you doing this to him?"
Tara's smile faded. Then she looked at Kim. "What? Doing what to him?" she asked.
Kim lowered her voice. "Why are you cheating on him?"
Tara furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
Kim stared at her for a moment. Then she sighed and shook her head. "Nothing."
Tara stared at her for a moment this time as she thought about Kim said. Then she looked at the other girls. "You guys all set?" she asked, putting on a fake smile. When they all said yes, she looked at Kim. "What about you, Kim?"
Kim looked at her. Then she nodded. "Yes, I am," she said.
Tara turned around. "Alright. Let's buy them," she said and started walking up to the counter. The other girls followed.
Kim walked behind everyone else. She was thinking about what just happened. She didn't know why she didn't just get Tara to confess, even though she already knew. She just wanted to know why Tara would do this if she really loved him. I guess if she would've gotten Tara to confess, Tara would probably feel so guilty that she would tell Ron and for some reason, she didn't want that. She didn't want him to be crushed, even though he crushed her. She knew he deserved to know, but it seemed like he really loved Tara and he would be devastated if he found out. Kim was really considering on telling him, so he could hurt like he made her hurt, but she couldn't do that to him. You can't help how you feel, so she can't that against him. She just wanted him to understand how she was feeling.
After Kim's dress was paid for, they all went their separate ways. Since Kim and Tara parked beside each other, they walked together. They avoided eye contact with each as they walked. They didn't even say anything to each other when they got to their cars.
Just when Kim was about to get in her car, Tara said, "Kim."
Kim glanced at her. "Yes?"
Tara sighed. "I'm sorry."
Kim looked up at her. "What?" she asked.
Tara let out a breath. Then she said, "I know you didn't want to be my maid of honor."
Kim shook her head. "Oh, no, it's ok. Really, I don't mind," she said.
"I just did it for Ron. He told me you two were having problems, so I put you in the wedding so you two could talk. I just wanted to do this for him," Tara looked down, "He deserves it." Then she looked back up. "Ron's a great guy and I'm sure whatever he said was just a misunderstanding. So, whatever you're mad at him about, you should just hear him out and find out the real meaning," she said. Then she sighed and shook her head. She looked down again. "He really is a great man," she said. Then she turned around and got in her car. Then she pulled away.
Kim stood there for a minute thinking about what she said. She sighed. 'She's right,' she thought. Then she got in her car and went home.
xxxxx
Tara got out of her car and ran up to the front door of her house. She unlocked the door and ran inside. "Ron!" she called.
Ron walked out of the kitchen. "Hey, Tar, is something wrong?" he asked.
"I need to tell you something," Tara said and walked up to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and he put his hands on her hips.
"What is it? Is everything alright?" Ron asked, looking really concerned.
"I…," Tara trailed off. She stared at him and she saw how much he cared for her. She knew he would be totally heart broken if she told him she was cheating on him with his friend. She looked into his eyes. He looked worried and concerned. She sighed. She couldn't do that to him. Instead, she said, "I just wanted to tell you that…everything's set and, uh, we can move up the wedding."
Ron smiled. "Really? You really want to?" he asked.
Tara smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes," she said.
Ron's smile got bigger and he hugged her. Tara hugged him back, but not with as much enthusiasm. She stopped smiling completely and sighed. She felt so guilty now, but she didn't know why it just started. She never felt this way before. Then she thought about Kim. Kim confronted her about cheating on Ron and got her thinking about it. She knew and she wasn't too happy about it. That's why she felt like this. She sighed again and pulled away from Ron. She smiled at him.
"I'm going upstairs and call all the girls," she said and walked past him to the staircase.
Ron felt a little confused. Tara didn't seem too excited about this. To be honest, he wasn't all that excited either. With Kim not talking to him, the wedding wouldn't be all that great, even if she was in it. He felt terrible for making her cry. He couldn't stand seeing her like that. That's why he had to fix things. He couldn't stand to have her hate him. He couldn't bear. He freakin' loved her, for crying out loud!
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Well, darn. The wedding is moved up. And, yes, Ron finally gave in and admitted to himself that he loved Kim. Well, tell me what you think. I wanna know.
Jade
