“Girls just wanna have fun.”

March 26, 2012
The Town Of Bently

“I will give you all the money you need baby. Just tell me how much.” Harry pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and began to shuffle through it.


“Harry. I can pay for my own things. Okay?” I pushed his wallet aside and he sighed.


“You wore a dress like this last night, and I hated it because it made you look so damn good. But now you’re going to wear it when I can’t see you? Do you know how many men are going to be ogling you?” He put his hands on my bare back.


“The only skin I have showing is my legs and my back. There’s nothing wrong with that. And what’s wrong with getting a few stares?” I asked, slipping my heels on.


“You don’t know what goes through a man’s mind, Anastasia.” His eyes danced and I smiled.


“Well maybe that’s a good thing.” I smirked and he bent down towards me.


“Sometimes it is. But I really wish you knew what I was thinking right now.” He put his forefinger under my chin.


“What are you thinking, Headmaster Styles?” I put my hands on his chest and he grinned.


“About how much I want this dress off of you. About how much I want to grasp you… About how much I want to marry you.” He swallowed hard, and his gaze grew hazy. “You’ll be mine one day. I’ll have you all to myself, and no one will be able to take you away from me.”


“Except for your fiance.” I sighed and he clicked his tongue.


I licked my lips and he smirked. “How about you put that beautiful tongue to use and kiss me?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and planted kisses on my neck.


“You’re so dirty..” I giggled and he licked my jaw, making me freeze in my place. He slowly ran his hands down my body and latched them to my thighs, picking them up and locking them around his waist.


“What’s wrong with that?” He slurred his words and took a step forward, setting me on the table by the window. He pushed the bottom of my dress to my hips and used the palms of his hands to push on my thighs and spread them open. “I don’t see a problem…” He rasped and put his hands back on my back, kissing the hell out of my chest.


I lolled my head back and his fingers slowly traced the inside of my thighs. I groaned with pleasure and my mind flew from one person to the other when my door slowly creaked open.


“Miss Greene. Penelope is ready for you.” Haley stood by the door, smirking wildly. “I’ll leave you for a moment to let you get situated.” She winked at me before shutting my door.


I took a deep breath and slid off of the table, pulling down my dress. I grabbed my phone and my wallet and walked towards the door.


“What? No kiss?” Harry walked up behind me, voice thick and vulnerable.


“I never said I wanted to kiss you..” I trailed off before turning towards him.


Then without warning, he pushed me up against the door and grabbed my thigh, pulling it up to his waist. “I’ve been mildly erotic with you, Miss Greene. But you’re pushing my temper and I think it’s time for me to go all out.”


“I have to leave, Harry.” I groaned, pushing my head back on the door.


“I’ll kiss you first.” He grabbed my jaw and smiled, making me nod my head. He pushed his lips on mine and let go of my thigh, putting his hands on my cheeks. He kissed me slowly, and God, I wanted more. But then he pulled away and my voice cracked. “Go..” He kissed me again and I weakly walked out of my room and down the stairs.


I took a deep breath and opened the front door, the fresh air smacking me in the face. Then I saw Penelope standing by her car and she waved at me, smiling.


I walked up to her car and got in the passenger seat. “So why did you want me to come with you today?” I asked and she got in the car.


“I wanted you to help me pick out a wedding dress.” She smiled and pulled out of the Bently driveway.


“Isn’t that what your mother is for?” I looked at her and she pushed her hair off of her shoulders.


“Mother wanted to spend time with Gina this evening. It hurts that she’d rather be with Gina than me, but I’m okay because you’re with me.” I kind of felt sympathetic for her. But then I remembered, she’s marrying my man. I can’t be sympathetic for her.


It was quiet the whole ride, and I started thinking about Malina. I haven’t talked to her in days, and I don’t even know if she’s alive.


“I’m going to call someone right quick.” I said to Penelope and she nodded her head, smiling. I picked up my phone and called Malina.


“Hello?” Her voice sounded muffled, and I think she was yelling.


“Hey M. It’s Anastasia.” She moved around for a minute and it sounded like she kicked something over.


“Who?” She half-screamed and I cocked an eyebrow.


“Um, Anastasia. Your best friend since forever ago.” I shook my head and smiled again.


“Oh that’s right. Shit. Sorry. I just woke up in some random guy’s house. I don’t even know where the hell I am.” She yawned after she got done screaming in my ear. “How’re you and rich fucker?”


I laughed and looked down. “Great. We aren’t arguing that much so… That’s a plus.”


“Is his balls out of that girls’ mouth yet?” She yelled and I covered my other ear.


“I guess you could say that.” I stifled in a laugh.


It was quiet for a minute, but then she started yelling curse words. “Shit! Ana, this fucker just puked all over me. Can I call you later? You know, when I’m sober and fucking clean?”


“Yeah. I just wanted to know if you were okay.” I smiled and ran my hand through my hair.


“I’ll be better when I shove a cork up this guy’s ass and mouth. Lates.” She ended the call and I laughed a little.


Then Penelope pulled into the parking lot of a dress shop and smiled at me. “We’re here.”


I got out of the car and looked at the sign. It looked expensive. You probably couldn’t even buy a dress here for under $700.


We walked in and were immediately greeted by a woman. “Penelope! I’ve been expecting you!” The woman exclaimed and I snorted.


“You have? Wow.” I nodded my head and looked around. “It’s a, nice place you got here. Yeah. Looks like some threw up over there.” I pointed to a yellow and green dress and the woman scoffed.


“Penelope, who is your friend?” She asked and Penelope smiled.


“She’s my maid of honor.” Maid of honor? I looked to her and she nodded. “She was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but I changed my mind.”


“Well a friend of Penelope is a friend of mine. Here, your dresses are over here and I will set you off with a bottle of wine.” She smiled and led us to a small room.


I sat down on the couch and sighed. “Do you wanna start trying on dresses?”


“Yeah, I’ll get the first one.” Penelope clapped and walked into the dressing room.


Then the lady that greeted us walked over to me and set two glasses on the table and four bottles of wine. She then poured some into a glass and smiled. “There you are. I’ll be in the front if you need anything.” Then she walked away.


I picked up the wine glass and took a sip of it. And damn, it was good.


“How about this one?” Penelope walked out of the dressing room and my jaw dropped. She looked absolutely beautiful in that dress and I just wanted to punch her until she was a pulp so her perfect body wouldn’t be able to fit in it. The train was long and fluffy, and it was a sweetheart top. It was like a princess gown.


“Honestly, it looks good on you. But you don’t seem to think so.” When a bride cries, she knows it is the dress. And I don’t see a tear.


“Okay. I’ll try on the next one.” She nodded and walked back into the dressing room.


I filled my wine glass back up and when she walked out I wanted to throw the bottle at her. Yes, I can be a little jealous of her at some times. But this, this was something big… And dangerous. And this wine is going to get me tipsy.


The dress had lace sleeves and the lace followed up on the neck. And the rest of it was smooth and the bottom was mermaid. It looked great. But she wasn’t crying.


“Nope. I don’t like that one.” I shook my head and finished my wine.


“I have one more. I’ll try it on.” She smiled and wobbled into the dressing room.


By the time she came out with that third dress on, I was already on the second bottle of wine, tipsy and all.


Her hands went to her mouth when she stepped in front of the mirror, and she began to cry. There, decision made. I walked up to her and gave a weak smile. The dress was another sweetheart, and it was short in the front, but the train grew longer in the back. She looked phenomenal in the dress, and I still wanted to hit her.


I grabbed the veil off of the door and put it on her head, and she began to cry harder.


“You looked beautiful, Penelope.” I said that? Did I just say that? Must be the wine.


“I want this one.” She nodded her head and I sighed.


“Good. Now we can leave and go home.” I walked to the table and she stepped off of the platform.


“No. We have to pick you out a maid of honor dress.” She grinned and I slumped.


“Really?” She nodded her head and pointed towards the dressing room.


“There is a variety of dresses in there. Try them all on until you feel comfortable with the one you like the most.” She pushed me to the dressing room once she changed out of the dress she had on.


OH MY GOSH! This is going to be so tiring! I picked up a red one and smiled. It was gorgeous, and it was far better than the ones that were sitting there beside it. The shoulder material of it was black, and it had a giant heart cut out on the back. The rest of the dress was dark red and the length of it was about to my lower thighs.


I walked out of the dressing room and Penelope shrieked. “That one! You don’t even have to try on another one! I love that one!”


I walked in front of the mirror and gaped at myself. That’s me? The dress molded perfectly to my curves, and I looked great. “Okay. I love it too.”


“Okay, well go change and then we can go eat.” She grabbed her things and walked to the front of the store.


Once I was changed, I quickly walked over to the table and grabbed the other two bottles of wine, stuffing them underneath my jacket.


“The dresses will be delivered to our house next week.” Penelope greeted me and I stopped. “What’s wrong?”


“You bought my dress?” My mouth dropped. That dress was over a thousand dollars!


“Of course I did. It’s my wedding. I was happy to buy it for you.” She smiled and I took a deep breath.


“That’s right. It is your wedding. My mistake.” I rolled my eyes and walked out of the store and to her car. I tossed the bottles of wine in her backseat and buckled myself.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She muttered when she got in the car.


“It doesn’t matter if I’m upset or not. It’s your big party, not mine. So you might as well enjoy it while you can. I don’t want you to let me ruin it.” I crossed my arms and she smiled.


“You won’t ruin it.” She pulled out of the parking lot and I sighed.


“If you don’t want me pissed off you’ll let me pay for lunch. I hate it when people buy me things.” I looked over and she sighed.


“Okay fine. Under one condition,” She said and I looked over at her, raising my eyebrows. “You’ll let me invite Harry for lunch.” You, me, and him? Together? Over my dead body.

Notes

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