Author's Note: You guys seem to hate Britany, she's a good character. She'll be your friend by the end. :)
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Chapter Twelve- So Wrong, Yet So RightThe next morning, I woke up all bubbly, and cheerful.
I skipped happily into the office.
Lauren and Tessa stared at me like I had two heads, but I just ignored that.
I picked up my phone, and dialed Derek's cell phone number.
"This better be good, whoever's calling," Derek said in his morning attitude.
"Hey Derek!" I chirped.
Derek grunted, "What'd you want, Spacey?"
"Meet me at my office in an hour, we'll plan your wedding," I said, then hung up.
A grumpy Derek and a chirpy Britany entered my office a hour and ten minutes later.
"So what're we doing today?" Britany asked, beaming in her seat.
"Well we'll finish what you emailed to Derek. We only finished the flowers. Roses and..." I trailed off, looking at Derek, who shifted uncomfortably.
"Tulips."
"I love tulips!" Britany said happily.
I gave Derek a quick smile, before turning back to Britany, "Well we'll do the food first, then the wedding place, and reception, along with the photos. Hopefully, we'll be able to finish it all today and tomorrow."
Britany just beamed in her seat.
"Okay," I said, pulling out a pen and sheet of paper, "What do you want to eat at your reception?"
Britany looked at Derek, so I also looked over at Derek.
"What?" Derek said confused.
"What do you wanna eat?" Britany asked him.
"Um, food?"
Britany rolled her eyes with annoyance, "Name them."
As Derek listed, I wrote them down.
"Do you want them from a specific place?" I asked.
"Anywhere you think is good is okay," Britany said.
"Okay," I said, scribbling something on the paper.
"Well let's go to the photo store first, then see the places," I suggested.
Britany nodded, while Derek...
Didn't care.
"Hey Casey, do you mind if my parents join us at one of the wedding or reception places. They want to meet you," Britany asked.
"Oh sure. Um, tell them to meet us at..." I said, then gave her an address.
Britany nodded, then went outside my office to call with privacy.
"Who's paying?" I asked Derek.
"Huh?"
"Who's paying for all this stuff?" I said.
"Her parents," he said in a 'duh' tone.
I nodded, "I see."
"Yeah."
Then Britany came back in, "Okay. Let's go!"
I grabbed my jacket, and followed them to their car.
Derek was driving, since we were carpooling, Lauren had drove me here this morning.
Britany's cell phone rang, when we got there, so she stayed outside to take her call, while me and Derek went inside.
"Casey!" Kaitlyn greeted us, "And your hot fiancé."
Derek's face was unreadable.
"He's not mine, Kaitlyn. And he's my step-brother." I told her.
Kaitlyn's face fell, "You're kidding me, right?"
"No, I'm not kidding. Photo shoot for him and his fiancée, Britany," I said.
Kaitlyn handed Derek a form to fill out.
"Hey Spacey, what's Britany's Social Insurance Number?" Derek asked.
"Do I look like I could pass off as Britany?" I said.
Derek opened his mouth to retort, but I held up my index finger, "Eh. Retorical."
Derek rolled his eyes, then went outside to find Britany.
"He's hot!" Kaitlyn said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Too bad he's you're his step-sis, you guys are really cute together."
I rolled my eyes again, then Britany and Derek came back.
Kaitlyn and I chatted, as Britany and Derek filled out the form.
When that was done, the three of us went to look at the settings in Ottawa.
The first place that we went to, was the place where I was suppose to meet Britany's parents.
Once Britany saw the outside, she instantly gushed, "Oh my god! This place is gor-ge-ous!"
Mr. and Mrs. Chalet were standing outside.
"Mummy! Daddy!" Britany said, rushing to her parents.
"Britany!" they said, enfolding her into a hug.
As they had their little reunion, Derek and I went inside.
I was talking to a janitor there, when Mr. Chalet said, "Ms. Venturi."
I continued talking to the janitor, since well...
I'm not Ms. Venturi.
Then Derek said, "Spacey."
I turned around, "Huh?"
"Ms. Venturi, I'm Mark Chalet, and this is my wife Gabrielle Chalet," he introduced.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. But I'm not a Venturi," I said politely.
"You're not?" Mark Chalet said confused, "Aren't you my daughter's fiancé's sister?"
"Step-sister," I said.
"Oh, I see. So Ms..."
"Macdonald," I finished.
"Ah, Ms. Macdonald. Please give my daughter whatever she wants. My wife and I want to give her the best wedding."
"No problem," I said nicely.
"Oh my gosh! This is sooooo cute," Britany said about some decoration.
"Well anyway, we have to get going. See you at the wedding."
Then the two older Chalet's left.
Derek and I had to pry Britany out of the place and into the car, to go to another place.
When we got to the next place, Britany fell in love again.
"We are definately having it here," Britany said, then turned to Derek, "Isn't it so pretty?"
Derek nodded robotically.
"So this place it is," I said, jotting it down on to a notebook, "Where'd you like the reception?"
"Hotel. Five star hotel. The hotel by Planning Road."
I nodded, and scribbled that down too, then they drove me back to my apartment.
"Anyway, there's this party tonight at Stenzel Bar. Can you come?" Britany asked me.
"Um..." I said.
"Please," Britany said, as Derek stopped the car in front of the apartment building.
"Sure," I said with a fake smile.
"Great! We'll pick you up at eight," Britany chirped.
I nodded, before getting out of the car.
"And Casey?"
I looked back at Britany.
"Thanks for planning my wedding."
"It's my job, Britany."
"I know, but still."
I chuckled, "See you."
When I let myself through the door, Lauren wasn't back yet.
I showered, then put on a black tube top, with a denim mini skirt.
I placed an extra tube of eye liner, lip gloss, and mascara in my back pocket.
After what happened the other night, definately an extra.
I heated up frozen pizza, and ate it along with a can of coke.
"Why are you all dressed up? What's the occasion?" Lauren asked, as she came in.
"Party."
"With who?"
"Britany and Derek."
"Oooo," Lauren said with a twinkle in her eye, "Where?"
"Stenzel Bar."
"I heard that place is hot. Haven't gone there yet though," Lauren said.
"You wanna come?" I asked her.
"Nah. I have work to do. And anyway, it's your night tonight," she said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes, and drained my can of coke.
"There's another slice in the microwave," I told her, as someone knocked on the door.
Lauren nodded a thanks, then handed me three tubes of make-up.
I patted my back pocket, and Lauren chuckled.
I grabbed my purse, but left my jacket, since it was supposedly suppose to be warm tonight.
"Have fun!" Lauren said, as I left.
When we got there, Britany immediately hit off with some random guy.
Derek didn't seem to care though.
I went to get a drink, and Derek followed.
"Can I have a coke please?" I asked the bartender.
His eyes flickered over my chest, and I looked at him with disgust.
"Can I have the same please," Derek said, when he noticed this.
The bartender handed us our drinks with a sour face.
"Why not alcohol?" I asked Derek, as we took our drinks to find somewhere to sit.
"Not today," Derek shrugged.
We eventually, just leaned against the wall, staring as people stumbled past us.
"I have a question," I said, breaking the silence between us.
"Ask away."
"What were you thinking when you realized that I was your wedding planner?" I asked, then putting my lips to the can.
"Well first, I thought was imagining it. I mean, what were the chances?" he said.
"Apparently pretty big," I mumbled.
Derek laughed, and put his arm over my shoulder, and pulled me closer to him.
"And then, I was like 'Shit. My girlfriend is planning my wedding!'"
"Ex-girlfriend," I corrected.
"No, girlfriend with the invisible 'ex'," Derek said.
I rolled my eyes, as Derek placing his can on the table beside him.
"Hey, Britany's going somewhere with that guy," I pointed out to Derek, where Britany was dragging some guy upstairs.
Derek shrugged like it was nothing, then he continued.
"Then I was like 'Great! I can hang with Casey.' And then, 'Wait...What if she doesn't like hanging out with me'."
I placed my can on the table too, and gave Derek a hug around his middle, "Eh, don't worry. I love hanging out with you."
Derek chuckled, "I like hanging out with you too."
I looked up at him, to find his face only a few centimeters from mine.
I froze.
His fingers brushed gently across my cheek, "That Jesse guy. Was he..."
"No," I said barely above a whisper.
Derek pursed his lips, like he was deciding what to do next.
Then he slowly filled the gap, and pressed his lips against mine.
My fingers slid across his face, and on to his hair.
His hands played with the hem of my skirt.
I broke the kiss, placing my forehead against his, "This is wrong, Derek," I whispered softly.
"Who cares. I'm Derek Venturi. Does it matter?" Derek whispered, then placed his lips back on mine.
Then we were playing tonsil hockey.
I know.
It's wrong.
I'm kissing my ex.
I'm making out with my step-brother.
I'm tonguing a guy who's wedding I'm planning.
And I'm frenching a guy that's gonna get married soon.
Yet it feels so right.