AN: This one is REALLY short. It didn't occur to me when writing it just how short it was. Sorry.
Chapter 3
Thanks for the beer' smiled Jack, standing up. He looked at his watch. 'Is that the time? Where has the day gone?'
Carl sniggered. 'It's when women shop, it feels like you've been doing it all your life' he laughed, before recieving an elbow in his ribs, courtesey of Martha. 'Ignore him' she said, rolling her eyes, before looking back at Jack. 'Anyway, thank you so much for today. It's been great' she smiled, embracing him into her arms. Jack snuggled his face into her neck, the smell of perfume overwhelming him. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about his feelings, and quickly pulled away.
'Anyway,' he smiled. 'I'll speak to you tomorrow' he looked towards Martha, who nodded back at him. 'And listen,' Carl's voice broke the moment. 'If ever you need a beer to get over the trauma of a woman shopping, just give me a call'
Jack smiled gratefully, as he made his way to the front door, opening it. 'I will. Bye' he said, desperate to escape. Martha linked her arm in Carl's as they stood at the door whilst Jack climbed into his car. She waved at Jack, as he fastened his seat belt. He turned around in time to see the front door shut, and sighed loudly, resting his head on the back of his chair.
'No' he laughed. 'Something isn't right. I can't have feelings for her. She's my best friend, and she's getting married!' he placed his head in his hands, contemplating each thought. Would he really fall in love with his off-limits, getting-married-soon best friend?