Bad Reputation Chapter Two
The morning sun glared in my eyes the following day. Beside me, Liam was quietly resting there, not making a sound. I take a deep sigh and remain lying on the bed. I roll onto my side and snuggle closer to Liam. He shifted, put his arms around me and grinned. He opened his eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful. I was wondering when you were going to wake up. You were still asleep when I woke up earlier." He slid the covers down to his waist and sat up, leaning on the headboard of the bed. He brought his hand up to my face and brushed away fallen strands of hair. "You look tired. Did you get enough sleep? Last night, it was kind of rough, but you were drunk. What should I expect?"
"Wait, so we had sex?" I sat up, pulling the covers up with me.
"Yeah, you were pretty drunk, but I also had a few drinks myself."
"Oh," was all I could say. Was I really that drunk last night? And then my friends just ditched me last night, how supportive. "So, what now? I don't think you want a naked girl sitting beside you."
"I think I could live with that." He grinned then nudged my arm. "Let's get you dress and I'll take you home."
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He pulled his car door open for me once we parked in a car slot at my apartment complex. He pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and wrote something on my hand:
795-543-3333
Call me if you need anything
-Liam
He waved goodbye and left in his car. I grabbed my keys from my purse and slid it into the lock on my first floor apartment room.
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"Miley, where are you? You were supposed to be here a half hour ago. Taylor is already in her dress, and it looks gorgeous by the way, but that's not the point. You need to get you lazy ass over the church now or we will be short a bridesmaid, and—."
I clicked the red "end" button on my phone and shoved it in my purse. My closet, which was usually empty, was almost empty. I needed to catch up on laundry, but now's not the time to do it. I changed out of Liam's sweats and put on a pair of my own.
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Driving 85 miles an hour on a 60 mile an hour highway isn't the best idea. But what would you do if you have to be at a wedding in less than fifteen minutes for final preparations? The parking lot of the church was crowded when I pulled in. Guests were already lining up outside of the door. I parked and got out of my car and made my way to the back entrance. I found the changing area for the bridesmaids, changed, and then went over to the hair and makeup section. There was no one around, so I used what was lying around. I found a few shades of brown eye shadows and black eyeliner. It was enough to do a smoky eye.
I used my finger to apply the makeup (there were no brushes) and applied the liner. I didn't know how to do my hair, so I pulled it to the back and twirled it into a messy bun. I stepped back from the mirror and looked at myself. Seeing myself in a berry colored knee-length dress (dress link on my profile) with decent makeup, I didn't think I looked that bad.
I grabbed the arrangement of flowers by the door entry and made my way to the ceremony area. Everyone was standing by the large set of doors that lead to the altar when opened.
"Taylor, I'm here." I yelled. She and the other girls looked.
"Mi, it looks like you did your makeup blindfolded or woke up with a hangover." Taylor said.
"I would go with the second option. And it wouldn't have happened if someone didn't leave."
"Yeah, but I wasn't the one flirting with the bartender."
"Well I'm not the one who is getting married in less than five minutes."
"Would both of you just shut the hell up?" Demi said, interrupting our argument. "It's Taylor's wedding day and you aren't going to be the one who messes it up for her."
After that, the doors opened.
A/N: I'm back! So, the next chapter will be the wedding and the after party thing. Nick will be coming in soon, and there will be some friends with benefits going on too. I've probably said too much already. But I've got the whole story planned out and I'm happy to be back. Review goal, two? Oh yeah, sorry it's short.