House of Short Honeymoons

I haven't done my research properly turns out the groom tosses the garter and a single man catches it.

Eddie's POV

"Time to pack up, the wedding is over and the school must be locked up by 10." Shouted Dad and Victor.

"But it's 9:55!"

"Come on you better start cleaning, I'm giving you twenty minutes. Some of the guests and Victor will help, right?" asked my dad. Victor grunted but he got to work anyway. We had to clean a lot mess from food and drinks as well as the brochures of the information and KT's mess from when she was tipsy. Me and the other guys stepped in some gooey stuff a few times. In a few Jerome went to sleep at Anubis House. After Victor fell over a chair, as well, he got really pissed and went back to Anubis House. So that just left me, Fabian, Nina and Marco (my cousin). Patricia would've been helping us but she seemed kind of pissed about the fact the MC waasn't a real professional. Anyway, we packed up quick. Marco went home and me, Fabian and Nina threw away the bin bags and went to Anubis House. They all slept. But not me. And neither was Patricia.

At Patricia's Room

"Patricia! Time to go!" I shouted

"Look its approaching midnight, why are you shouting in my bloody bedroom at this time of night!" roared KT which was unusual of her. In addition, she was very lucky Victor hadn't come down.

"Look, Patricia, we're going on a 2 day honeymoon aren't we? Come on I packed your suitcase for you. And who knew you were a 32C?"

"Eddie! You pervert. And, no wonder why I couldn't find my pyjamas. I'll be down in two."

I grunted as I left the room. I wonder why the girls were in such a bad mood. Anyway I wasn't about to become Sherlock Holmes.

Downstairs with Patricia

"Ok Patricia, guess where we are going?"

" Um, London?"

"No, not that rank, overrated area. Think: Romantic, sexy, snails, chateaus."

"NO WAY, FRANCE!?"

"Yes way! We are staying at a fancy country house in North France. We're also buying new beach stuff as well because it is apparently going to be 30 Celsius. "I told her. The taxi cab honked at us so we blended into the night mode and got inside the taxi. It seemed kind of scary in that taxi, don't judge me, because the driver looked messed up and drunk.

"Where you going!" he asked loudly.

"Stansted Airport, Essex please?" I told him.

"That will be £72 please?" he snorted calculating numbers on his Samsung Galaxy S3.

"What the fu-." I covered my mouth before proceeding any further. Seriously, though. Stansted is about 30 miles away and I get £72.

"You've read the number wrong! It says £42!" I told him. It actually did calculate on his little taxi thing, £72 but this guy was retarded and listened to every word I said. He was actually driving really fast and scary. He almost smashed into one of the cars so I stopped him at one of the hard shoulders.

"Why don't you sit in the passenger seat and I will drive." I told him. He refused but I made him. As we arrived he became sober.

"Hey!"

Sorry it was short I am getting writer's block- running out of ideas