It's Never Easy Planning a Wedding Part One
The next morning Brittany woke up to realize she was still in her clothes from the night before. She felt groggy and stiff and thought a shower and a stiff cup of coffee was what she needed. She staggered to the bathroom and began her morning ritual. She came out after twenty minutes and changed clothes. She came out and saw that Alvin was attempting to make breakfast. She laughed at him. He must of heard her, because he turned around wearing a slightly goofy look on his face.
"Why don't we just order in?" she asked. Looking at the half burnt toast and lumpy coffee.
"Good idea," he said, leaning down and kissing her. "Did you sleep well?"
"I guess," she said. "I didn't even realize I fell asleep."
"When I came back in with the tea you were asleep."
"Oh," she said with a flirtatious smile. "So did you put me to bed?"
"Yeah, I guess I did," he said. "You looked like an angel sleeping there. I didn't want to wake you so I slept out here."
"I didn't mean to fall asleep on you," she said.
"That's okay," he said, throwing the toast in the trash. "Why don't I order some food."
"Alright," she said. "That will give me a chance to go visit Jeanette."
"Brittany, I don't want you going anywhere alone."
"She's just one floor down, besides there's a guard just outside."
"Okay, but don't be too long," he said and gave her a quick kiss.
She left the apartment to see the guard standing outside. "Miss Miller," he said.
"Good Morning," she said. "I'm just going to my sister's."
"Then I'll come with you," he said.
He followed her to the elevator. She pressed the button on the elevator and waited for the doors to open. She got in as well as the guard and hit her sister's floor. She got off and walked down the hall to her sister's door. She rang the bell, which Simon quickly answered.
"Hey, Si, can I talk to my sister?"
"Sure, she's in the bathroom right now," he said. "She'll be out in a few minutes."
"Okay, I'll just wait," she said and sat down on the couch.
Ten minutes later Jeanette came out of the bedroom. Brittany noticed that she was still limping, but she was walking much better than she was.
"Hey, Brittany, what brings you by so early?"
"Just came to see one of my two favorite sisters."
"Brittany, you only have two sisters," Jeanette said.
"Lucky for you," she teased. "Well, anyway, about this wedding. Have you two set a date yet?"
"Well, yes, we have. It's in two weeks," she said smiling.
"Two weeks? Are you crazy? We can't put a wedding together in two weeks."
"Brittany, we don't need a grand ball or anything. It's just going to be something small and simple. Just family."
"Even a little wedding takes some planning." Brittany thought for a moment. "Well, do you have a place in mind?"
"Actually, no," Jeanette said. "So I need help."
Brittany thought again. "I may have an idea."
"What are you thinking, Brittany?" Jeanette asked.
"I'll tell you later," she said, hugging her sister. "Gotta go. Call you later."
"Brittany," she called out, but her sister was already half way down the hall. She made it back to her apartment, guard in tow. He waited outside, while she went back into the apartment.
"Hey, baby, you're back," Alvin said. "In the mood for French toast?"
"Oh, the food came," she said. "I'm starved." She sat down at the table and started to eat. After a few bites, she said, "We have a problem."
"What is it?" he asked. "No more threatening messages?"
"Nothing like that," she said. Even though she didn't tell him about the text message. "It's about Simon and Jeanette's wedding."
"What about it?" he asked, taking a bite.
"It's in two weeks," she said. Alvin stopped cold barely swallowing his food. "What did you say?"
"Two weeks," she said slowly. "They want to get married in two weeks, and they don't even know where they're going to have it. So I was thinking..."
"Wait...Wait...Wait," Alvin said. "Stop right there."
"What?" she said. "I was thinking maybe we could have the wedding at the club."
"Are you serious? Have a wedding in a dark smoke-filled club."
"Hey, Burnie owes you," she said, trying to reason with him. "And I bet we can get the place for free. What do think?"
"I think it's insane," Alvin said. "A wedding at a club." He shook his head in disbelief.
"But we can have the reception there, too. Killing two birds with one stone. Plus we can decorate the place and make it look nice. It's perfect."
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"No," she said, taking another bit.
He only laughed. He figured that if she could concentrate on the wedding, her mind would be off the event of the night before.
"So, what time are we going by Eleanor's to pick up her stuff?"
"We aren't going," he said, pointing a figure at her. "You're staying here."
"No way," she said. "I promised Eleanor, and I'm not going to let you perverts play around in her underwear drawer."
"Oh, you think that's what we're going over there to do."
"Well, it's a possibility," she said, laughing at his shocked expression.
"Okay, well, at least if you're with us, I can keep an eye on you."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He just gave her an intense stare and continued eating. "So what time are we leaving?"
"As soon as I call Simon," Alvin said.
"Okay, let me just freshen up, okay?" Brittany said, getting up from the table.
"Don't take forever." He got out his phone to call Simon. "Hey, Si."
"Alvin, what can I do for you?"
"What time do you want to leave today?" he asked.
"As soon as you're ready," he said.
"Well, I will be once Brittany's ready. She insists on going."
"Yeah, alright," he said. "Theodore said he was going to meet us there."
"Great. Between the four of us, we'll be out of there in no time."
"I would like to get this done as quickly as possible. I don't really like leaving Jeanette, but she's going to be studying with a friend today. She insists that she's behind in her studies enough."
"That's the thing about you two. Study, study, study. You two could be teaching those classes." Simon laughed at that, but it was the best kind of compliment he could get from his brother.
Brittany came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of jeans and a printed T-shirt.
"What's with the hearts?" Alvin said, chuckling at his girlfriend a little.
"Hey, what's going on?" Simon asked.
"Oh, nothing," Alvin said. "But I think Brittany's ready."
"Okay, I'll be right up," Simon said and hung up.
"And what are you laughing at?" Brittany scolded, putting her hands on her hips.
"Nothing," he said, putting his arms around her. "You look good, but where did you get that T-shirt?"
"You, silly, don't you remember," she said, breaking out of his embrace. "That carnival two years ago."
"Oh, yea," he said. "Now, I remember." He was about to kiss her when the doorbell rang.
Alvin went to answer it. When he opened the door he saw that it was Simon. "Hey, what's with the policeman outside?" he asked coming in.
"Don't ask," Brittany said, putting on her jacket.
"What's going on?" Simon asked.
"Well," Alvin said hesitantly. "When I was bringing Brittany home last night, someone shot at us in the parking garage."
"Oh, my god, are you guys alright?"
"We're fine," Brittany said. "But my car isn't. It's a good thing the insurance will cover it."
"That means that we'll have to take your car," Alvin said.
"Fine with me," Simon said, preparing to leave.
They all left the apartment that morning feeling a bit of unease, especially with Brittany's bodyguard in tow. They drove to the old house and waited for Theodore. He had borrowed a friend's van to transport Eleanor's things. Brittany knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.
After a few minutes later the door opened. "Hey, Brittany".
"Hi, Alan," Brittany said. "We came by for Eleanor's things."
"Oh, yes," he said. "I remember Sarah saying Ellie was moving out."
He invited them in, and they all went up to Eleanor's room to collect her things. The police barricade had been lifted, so they were able to enter the room.
Theodore had an uneasy feeling. He looked down at the blood stain that was still on the carpet. He contemplated on what she must have gone through. It made him angry and sad at the same time.
"Hey, Theo," Brittany said. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," he said. It was obvious to her that he wasn't.
Within an hour they were ready to start loading the van. The boys did the heavy lifting, while Brittany supervised. She went back downstairs and saw that Sarah was sitting in the living room eating chips and watching television. Brittany walked towards Sarah as she looked up at her.
"Hi, Brittany," Sarah said, putting the chip bowel back on the coffee table.
"Hi, Sarah," Brittany said, sitting down next to her. "I just wanted to thank you..."
"For what?" Sarah asked confused.
"If you hadn't found her, she might..."
"Don't say it, Brittany," Sarah said. "Eleanor's going to be fine. Right?"
"Yea,h in fact she's getting out o the hospital in a few days."
"That's great. I bet she can't wait, especially with a great guy like Theodore waiting for her."
"Yeah, she is pretty lucky," Brittany said. Then she looked over at Alvin, who was totting Eleanor desk with the help of Simon.
Brittany got back up. "I better go help them. See you later, Sarah."
She went outside and saw the boys loading the rest of the boxes into the van. "So, do we have everything?" Brittany asked.
"I hope so," Alvin said, working the kinks out of his arm.
"Oh, you poor baby," she said. "Remind me to give you a message later."
"I'll hold you to that," he whispered.
They spent most of the morning moving Eleanor's things into Simon's old room. Although, Brittany suspected that she would be spending most her time in Theodore's room.
"Well, boys," Brittany said. "I congratulate you on a job well done."
"Thanks, guys, for helping," Theodore said.
"Anytime, little brother," Simon said, putting an arm around Theodore. "I better be getting home. Jeanette and I have a lot of planning to do."
"About that," Brittany said. "Jeanette tells you don't even know where to have the wedding."
"We'll figure something out," Simon said.
"What about the club?" she suggested.
"The club?" Simon asked her, shocked. "Brittany, are you serious?"
"I told her it was a ridiculous idea," Alvin said.
Brittany gave him a dirty look. "Ridiculous? It's perfect. Just listen. You're on a budget right? Well, what better place. You can have the ceremony and reception there. That's if Alvin can talk his boss into it."
"Well, I'll run it by Jeanette, and if she likes the idea we'll consider it."
"Okay, but don't wait too long. The clock is ticking."
Simon soon left, but Brittany and Alvin stayed for a while. She went into Eleanor['s new room and unpacked her clothes. She found a bag in the closet and packed some things for Eleanor.
"Brittany, what are you doing?" Alvin asked.
"Eleanor is coming home in a few days, so I packing some things for her. We can't have her coming home in one of those hospital gowns."
He came up behind her and put his arms around her. "I think you would look cute in one of those."
"Oh, yeah," she said, turning around in his embrace. "It would be really easy to take off," she said and kissed him.
"Hey, you two," Theodore said. "If you're going to do that, go to your own room."
"Oh, come on, Theo," Brittany said, coming up to him. "Don't spoil the fun."
"We should get going anyway," Brittany said. "I want to get to the hospital before it's too late."
"Okay, see you later," Theodore said, while watching them leave.
When Simon returned home, he found Jeanette sitting in the living room reading a book. It made him smile to see her sitting there curled up on the couch. She looked so happy and contented.
"Studying hard?" he asked as he came to sit down next to her.
"Not really," she said. "I just can't seem to concentrate." She closed the book and put it down on the coffee table.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked, putting his arm around her.
"No," she said with a sigh. "I've just been thinking about the wedding. Everywhere I've checked out is just so expensive." He remembered his conversation with Brittany and started to laugh a little. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Your sister," he said. "She has this crazy idea about having the wedding at Burnie's." He continued laughing, but noticed that Jeanette wasn't. "Hey, you're not seriously considering..."
"Why not?" she asked. "It's kind of daring, don't you think? Plus your brother works there. We could probably get a good deal."
"Well, if it's what you want...," he said. She surprised him by planting a kiss on him.
"All I want is to be married to you," she said. "Where we get married doesn't matter." She started to kiss him again, more fiercely this time. First his lips, then down to his neck and jawline.
He knew where this was heading and looked into her eyes. He put his hands on either side of her face. "You keep doing that, and I won't be able to control myself."
"I don't want you to," she said and continued to kiss him. She put her hands on the inside of his shirt, feeling his chest.
"Are you sure you're strong enough?" he asked.
"Yes, Simon," she whispered in his ear. "I want you so bad."
"I want you, too," he said.
She laid back on the couch as he took his shirt off. He leaned over her, gliding her soft hands over his chest. He then undid the buttons on her blouse and gently removed it. She lifted herself up to meet his gaze and reached around her back to unhook her brae. He smiled, looking upon his beautiful fiance'. She laid back down on the couch as he stood up and removed his pants.
He bent over and helped her remove hers. She laid there with nothing but her panties guarding her most private of parts. He crashed down on her, feeling the hotness of her skin. He kissed her everywhere from her delicate hands, up her arms, her neck to her beautiful perfect breasts. He rolled his tongue around her nipples, releasing gasps of pure pleasure from her.
"Oh, Simon, don't stop," she said, between gasps. He continued, as her moans of pleasure continued. He worked his way down to her stomach. He had forgotten how ticklish she was, and she started to laugh.
He looked up at her and said, "I'm sorry. I forgot."
"It's okay," she said, and smiled at him. He took his hand and felt inside her panties. Her moans told him that she was more excited now. "Don't tease me," she said.
He obliged and pulled his panties down, and quickly discarded them. He came back up to meet her gaze. He crashed his lips down on hers and again. Her hands gliding up and down his back, until she reached his boxers. She slowly lowered them to find him almost erect.
She giggled a little at him. "You're laughing at me again," he said, still kissing her face.
"No," she said. "I just see that you really want me." She gasped at every touch, losing all sense of control. "Simon, do you have a condom?"
"Yes," he said. "You just wait a second." He reached into his pant's pocket and got out his wallet. He reached in and grabbed the condom.
"You always carry one of those around?" she asked.
"I always want to be prepared," he said. She helped him put it on, and kissed at him again. He hovered over her and entered her, perhaps a little too fast. She screamed out. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," she said, rapping her legs around him. "I want you so bad," she managed to get out. He thrust inside her over and over, until she reached her height. "Oh, Simon," she gasped, and let out a few more screams as he continued to grind into her. Sweat poured over both of them, until both their energies were drained. He collapsed on top of her, content in her arms.
It wasn't long before Simon found his strong again. He kissed her tenderly and wiped the sweat off her face. "I've missed this," he said.
"Me, too," she said, smiling up at him. "You'll never know how much I love you."
"How about if you show me?" he said, getting up off the couch. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
Brittany and Alvin arrived at the hospital soon after leaving the apartment. As they walked in, they saw Doctor Reynolds talking with Eleanor.
"Hello, Doctor," Brittany said, putting the bag down on the chair. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, no," Doctor Reynolds said. "I was just telling Eleanor that she can go home tomorrow."
"That's great news," Brittany said excitedly. "So are you excited, little sister?"
"Yeah," she said. Brittany didn't think she sounded like it.
"Well, Eleanor," Doctor Reynolds said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay," she said, and sat up straight in her bed.
The doctor left, and Brittany looked over at Alvin. She spoke in little more than a whisper. "Could you go get me a soda or something?" she asked. "I need to talk to my sister."
"Okay," he said. "I'll be right back."
She turned around and sat down on the edge of her sister's bed. "Hey, Ellie, what's going on with you?"
"What makes you think something is going on?" Eleanor asked, getting defensive.
"Ellie," Brittany said. "I know you, so tell me what's going on."
"I'm just scared," Eleanor said.
"You don't need to worry," Brittany said, trying to comfort her sister. "We're not going to let anything happen to you."
"It's not that," Eleanor said. "I'm not..."
"What?" Brittany asked. Then it dawned on her. "Do you mean the scars?" Eleanor's eyes looked so sad. "Oh, honey, don't worry about that. What matters is that you're alive, and you're safe."
"But I can't even stand to look at myself, much less let Theodore see me."
"Ellie," Brittany said, taking her sister's hand. "He's not going to care about that."
"I just feel like a freak," she said. "Why did this have to happen?"
"I don't know, baby," she said, embracing her sister. Tears fell down Eleanor's face. "I wish I could help you with this. Maybe you should talk to someone about it."
"You mean a shrink?" she asked. Brittany didn't say anything. She didn't have to. "Okay, I'll think about it."
Alvin came back in the room carrying a couple of sodas. "Hey," he said. "What did I miss?"
"Just some sappy sister talk," Brittany said.
That made Eleanor laugh. "Thanks, Britt," she said.
"Anytime," Brittany said. "Look. We're going to take off. Call me if you need anything or just want to talk."
"I will," she said as Brittany gave her a hug before leaving.
Brittany and Alvin soon returned to her apartment. She was assigned another guard by Detective Norris. There were no other incidences, but the authorities didn't want to take any chances. They walked into the apartment, trying to forget about the guard outside.
"This has been one long day," Brittany said, sitting down on the couch.
"It's not over yet," Alvin said. "Remember your promise."
"And what was that?" she asked, flirting playfully.
"A massage," he said, looking at her playfully. "After all that heavy lifting I think I deserve it."
"Well, I guess so," she said. "So where does it hurt?"
He took off his shirt and said, "Back and shoulders for starters."
"Alright," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. She started to work his muscles. "How does that feel?"
"Great," he said, making a long grunted sigh of relief. "Oh, baby, you have magic fingers."
"That's just the beginning," she said, and worked her way down his back. He continued to moan, Brittany knowing he was enjoying this. "You feel better now?"
"Yea," he said. "What about you? You got any tension?"
"Maybe," she said, flirting with him a little.
"Then turn around and Doctor Alvin will take care of it."
She laughed at that. "Okay, Doctor Alvin," she said, mocking him.
He took off her T-shirt and put his hands on her shoulders. He worked his fingers into the kinks. She slowly started to relax, the tension in her neck and shoulders fading.
"Does that feel good?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," she and moaned.
He worked his way down to the small of her back, and back up. She leaned back against him as he started kissing her neck. She gasped at the pleasure of his touch. He wrapped his arms round the front of her body, making his way up to her breasts. She turned her head to kiss him. First his mouth, then turned to face him and worked her way down to his neck.
"Oh, baby," he gasped. "Do you know how much I want you?"
He laid her down on the couch, and started kissing her all over. Then a thought crossed her mind. She remembered what Detective Norris had told her.
"Stop!" she shouted and sat up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, confused.
"I can't," she said, shaking a little. She grabbed her T-shirt and put it back on. "I sorry, but I can't." She got up off the couch and walked across the room. She had her back to him. She didn't want to look at him. If she did she would have told him everything.
"Brittany," he said in concern. "What is it?"
"I just can't," she said, still not looking at him. "I'm not ready. That's all."
He came up to her and put his arms around her. She became upset and pushed him away. "Please, don't."
She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door.
He ran to the door but realized that she had locked it. He banged on the door. "Britt, come on," he said. "Could you please just open the door? I just want to talk."
She refused to say anything. She just sank to the floor and cried.
The next morning Jeanette woke up early. She felt warm and looked to see Simon lying next to her. It warmed her heart to see him there next to her. His arms were around her, and her head was resting on his chest. She started kissing him on his chest in the attempts to wake him up. He started to stir, as her kisses became more aggressive. She rolled her tongue up and down his chest, until finally he grabbed hold of her.
She worked her way up to his lips, kissing him passionately. Rolling her tongue around with his. "Good morning," she said, as he stroked her hair.
He rolled her over until she was on her back. "Do me a favor?" he asked.
"Anything," she said with a giggle.
"Wake me up like that every morning," he said.
"Whatever you want," she said, wrapping her arms around him and giggling.
The next morning Brittany awoke to her phone ringing. She reached over to her nightstand and saw that it was Jeanette. "Hey, what's up?"
"Hi, Brittany," Jeanette said. "Simon told me about your idea about having the wedding at the club."
"Yea," Brittany said, worried that her sister wouldn't go for it.
"I think it's a great idea, but will Burnie go for it?"
"We'll find out today, so I'll call you later and let you know."
Brittany got up out of bed. She walked into the living room and saw Alvin sleeping on the couch. Guilt overtook her thinking about the night before. She felt that you should have told him the truth, but she decided against it. He would only freak out, and it would lead to another fight. She didn't want to fight with him. If he only knew how much she wanted to be with him.
He started to stir almost at the very second she entered the room. He opened his eyes to see her staring at him. "Good morning," he said.
"Good morning," she said quietly.
He got up, only wearing his boxer shorts. "Are you alright?" She nodded. "Then if it's okay, I'll go take a shower."
"Alvin," Brittany said. She hesitated for a moment. "I'm... sorry."
"It's okay," he said and kissed her forehead. "If you're not ready, I understand."
"Thanks," was all she could say. She went back into the bedroom to change clothes.
This chapter is so long that I had to split it. Next part will be up tomorrow. Please read and review. See you next time.