Emily's P.O.V. ~
I sit down in Tracy's mom's office after getting fitted. I watch her Maid of Honor get fitted.
"Em, how did you get the weekend off?" Christina, the Maid of Honor, asks, glancing at me.
"I just didn't schedule any doctor's appointments or surgeries this weekend." I smirk slightly.
I have my own practice down the street from the Elementary School. I run a small, but still popular by the local population, clinic. My patients go from the age of 3 months to 97. I had a regular patient who would come by, and she was 103, but she passed away a few months ago. Since I take care of patients of all ages, I do all sorts of things in my clinic.
From covering little boo-boos with cartoon band aids, giving prescriptions for colds and other injuries, and everything else a doctor does. This is what I do Sunday through Thursday. Friday's are the days that I do my surgeries. Yea, I'm also a surgeon. Saturdays are a mix up between surgical and non-surgical.
I'll do what needs to be done on Saturdays. They're my "Emergency Days' '. So, if a patient has a high fever at 2:00 am Saturday morning, they don't have to wait till either Monday or go to the ER. They can just come to me on Saturday, and they know I'll take them in. This weekend, though, I made sure to not schedule anything.
Since I'm close with my patients, they all insisted that I take the weekend off. It's not every day that your twin brother gets married. Or at least, that's the logic they used when they insisted. I finally agreed, and closed the practice for the weekend so I could attend my brother's bachelor party and the wedding.
"And why are you going to the bachelor party? That's for the guys. Why not come to the bachelorette party?" She asks, finally slipping off the gown.
"My brother and I are super close and he wants me there at his party. He - " I start.
"He always says she's one of the guys so I told him it was perfectly fine that she go to his party and not mine." Tracy says, walking over with a glass of champagne.
"I just grew up with them guys. They're my best friends." I giggle slightly.
"What's up with you and Phil?" Tracy wiggles her eyebrows.
"He's just my best friend." I blush slightly.
"He has the biggest crush on you, Emily!" Christina says, giggling.
"No, he doesn't!" I giggle.
"For Valentine's Day, he showed up to your Clinic with Eli and flowers!" Tracy giggles, sitting down.
"Only because I was working." I look away, blushing.
"He took you to dinner!" She laughs.
"That's it. I'm going to find Doug." I stand up, giggling.
Christina gasps, turning toward me.
"She likes him!"
Tracy's eyes widen and looks.
"You never told me you liked Phil!" She shouts.
I quickly cover her mouth with my hand. "Shhh! Doug can probably hear you!"
"So it's true! You do like Phil! Maybe even love him!" Christina giggles.
"That's it. I'm leaving." I blush.
I quickly grab my duffle bag and walk out the door. I can still hear the girls giggling as I walk down the hall. I sigh to myself. I've been in love with Phil since we were in middle school. We've never had anything more than a friendship and I'm okay with that. As long as he stays my friend, I'm perfectly fine with our current relationship.
He got married when we were in college. His wife, now ex-wife, tried to push us apart. Tried to stop him from coming over for Doug and I's BBQs, birthday parties, Christmas parties. Phil put his foot down every single time. He eventually filed for divorce and it was finalized last year. His son, Eli, goes to his house on weekends, and stays with him during all breaks from school.
Eli is the sweetest little boy. He calls me Aunty Em. He got that idea when Phil brought him over for a BBQ and I watched the Wizard of Oz with him. I'm pulled away from my thoughts as I near Sid's office where the boys are getting fitted. I knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I hear Doug call out.
"The best twin sister in the whole world!" I call back.
I hear him chuckle.
"Wait! Emily's here?!" I hear Alan say.
"Yes, Alan. Come on in, Em!" Doug calls out, causing me to open the door.
I quickly close it behind me. I look up to see Doug changing from his suit to hang it up while Alan, Tracy's brother, is getting fitted.
"Looking good, boys!" I smile and walk over to Doug.
He smiles. "Thanks, Em. You ready to go?"
"Yep!" I pat my duffle bag.
"Great! We're going to pick up Phil from the school, then Stu at his house. Then we're Vegas bound." He informs me.
"Perfect, but Doug … You do realize that I'm a female, right?" I say, smirking.
"Em, we already talked about this. You're my twin sister, my best friend! I don't want my best friend, since literally birth, to miss one of the best nights that I'll never forget." He says, looking over at me.
I sigh playfully and pull Doug in for a hug. He hugs me back tightly.
I whisper. "I'm proud of you, Doug."
He smiles and looks at me. "Thanks, Em. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me."
"Woah! Watch it, pervert!" We hear Alan yell so I quickly pull from the hug.
I turn around to see the gentleman with his tape measure at Alan's leg.
"Alan, he's just doing your inseam." Doug sighs slightly.
"He's getting very close to my shaft." Alan points.
"Al, it's okay. He's just making sure your inseam is correct. He's supposed to be there." I say, softly.
He looks up at me. "Promise?"
"I promise, Alan." I smile.
He nods, smiling, and looks back down at the man.
"All done. You can change now." The man says, standing up.
"Right. Thanks, Floyd!" Alan says, stepping down.
"Thank you very much." Doug says.
The man walks out to let the men change. I go to leave, but Doug grabs my hand to stop me. I smirk a little.
"Alright, buddy, we should get a move on." Doug says, putting his bag on the chair near him.
"You know, Doug, I was thinking … " Alan says, starting to unbutton his pants. "If you wanna go to Vegas without me, that's totally cool, you know? You know, Phil and Stu, they're your buddies. Emily is your sister. It's your bachelor party.."
"Come on, Alan. Those two love you. Emily is your best friend." Doug tries to say.
"And also, I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back … because your wife's brother is there. I just … " Alan says, looking away, towards the wall.
He bends over a little as he drops his pants, leaving his bare ass exposed, with the exception of the jockstrap he's wearing. I glance up and quickly look away when I see Alan's bare ass. We're close but I never ever, in a million years, wanted to see that.
"It's not like that. I already told you, Alan. Okay? We're just spending the night in Vegas. It's no big deal. Besides, you're not just my wife's brother, you're my brother now." Doug smiles at him.
Alan walks over and stands in front of us, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and his jockstrap. I glance at Doug who glances back.
"I want you to know, Doug, I'm a steel trap." Alan says, reassuringly. "Whatever happens tonight, I will never, ever, ever speak a word of it."
Doug blinks a couple times. "Okay. Yeah, I got it. Thank you. I don't think that … "
Alan cuts him off. "Seriously. I don't care what happens. I don't care if we kill someone."
Both mine and Doug's eyes widen.
"What?" I ask.
"You heard me. It's Sin City." Alan smirks, and snaps his jockstrap against the back of his thighs, before whispering. "I won't tell a soul."
Doug nods. "Okay. I got it. Thank you."
Alan grins and says in his normal voice. "No. Thank you! I love you so much."
Alan hugs Doug. Doug just pats his arms, not knowing what to do since he doesn't feel comfortable with him not wearing pants. At that moment, Alan and Tracy's dad, Sid, walks in with Tracy. Sid smirks.
"Ha! I knew it!"
"Dad!" Tracy exclaims.
Alan pulls away from the hug with Doug to look at his father.
Sid just laughs. "Oh, stop it. I'm just jerking around." Sid looks at his son. "Alan, put some pants on. You have weird legs."
"Yes, Daddy." Alan goes to put some pants on, walking outta the room.
"His legs look fine, Dad." Tracy says.
"Oh, please." Sid waves his hand. "He has his mother's legs. It's just freaky." He turns to look at his son, following him out the room too. "Alan, I'm just teasing you have wonderful legs. They're better than your mother's. They're beautiful."
Tracy looks at Doug, who's leaning against the desk, palm against his cheek. Sid looks back in the room at them and smiles.
"Come on, Em."
I nod and grab Doug and I's bags before following him.
"I haven't told this to Doug yet, but I'm going to supply your transportation to Vegas." He says, taking one of the bags.
"Really?" My eyes light up.
"Yes. So I know you guys will be safe and get back here for the wedding." He smiles.
Before I can answer, Doug runs up to us.
"Hey, Sid! I just wanted to thank you guys again for everything you're doing this weekend. We couldn't be more excited." Doug smiles.
"Yeah, okay. You love us and we love you. Terrific. So talk to me about Vegas." He says, pushing the bachelor party part.
Doug glances at me. "It should be pretty mellow, since Emily is coming."
Sid nods, urging him to continue.
"Do some gambling, maybe catch some rays, have a few laughs." I say, looking back at Sid.
"Yeah, some laughs, I got you. How you getting out there?" He asks, smirking toward me.
"Uh, we're gonna take my car. Gonna pick up our friends after this." Doug answers.
"Prius?" Sid's eyes widen. "You're taking a Prius to Vegas?"
Doug nods. "Yeah."
"You know, when you go to Vegas … " Sid opens the garage door we stopped walking at. "You gotta go to Vegas."
We look in the door to see his Mercades. My eyes widen and I look at Doug. He looks at me at the same time. We both look at Sid.
"No, Sid … " Doug says. "Really?"
"Come on, we're family now." Sid smiles walking in the door.
We follow him in and I run my hand across the lining of the car.
"You sure? I mean, you love this car." I say, looking up at him.
"Em, it's just a car." He smiles, before looking at Doug. "Just make sure to put some Armor All on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in."
"Absolutely! That's easy." Doug nods, smiling.
"Oh! And uh, don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him."
We all turn toward the drive way to see Alan sitting criss cross on the cement … kissing the dog. We all look away quickly.
"Understood." Doug mumbles.
"Oh! And Phil either. I don't like him." Sid says.
"I will be the only one driving this car. I promise." Doug smiles.
My eyes widen.
"No, Emily can too. I trust her." He winks at me.
Doug sighs and nods. "Okay, Em can too."
"HA!" I giggle.
"Remember, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." He chuckles, causing us to chuckle. "Except for herpes. That shit'll come back with you."
"Thanks, Sid. We'll remember that." I smile.
I walk around the car and put the bags in the trunk. I look up at Doug and smile.
"This is it! We're going to Vegas."
He nods and smiles. "Come on. We need to get the guys."
"Yes!"