Chapter 4.18, Generation 4

Chapter 4.18

Trevor

Dakota and I moved to Nora’s old apartment about a month after they announced their engagement. Luckily we didn’t have to spend too much money on furniture since she left a lot of things behind.

Dakota was unpacking some plates and glasses we bought along with pots and pans. Even thought we were kind of forced to make this big step in our relationship, I was happy. Dakota was all I could dream of and more.

“Where do you want this Lord of the ring mug?” she laughed.

I was a big fan of the trilogy and she found it hilarious that I had all three poster above my bed in Dean’s house. When she saw the cup in the store, she had to buy it.

We were finishing up, when both of our phones beeped, announcing a text message.

DEAN: HEY TREV. DO YOU WANT TO SHOOT SOME POOL LATER?

I looked up at Dakota as she was looking at her phone. “Dean wants to hang out tonight.”

“Really? I got a text from Nora. She wants to hang out too. I hope everything’s ok with them.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” I said as I was typing in a response.

TREVOR: SURE. 7 AT HARRY’S?

Harry’s pub was our favorite spot since we were teenagers. We couldn’t drink yet but we’d go there to play pool or darts after school.

“So what are you, ladies, going to do?”

“well, you know Nora,” my girlfriend said and pulled her pink sweatshirt over her head to change into a dark blue sweater she pulled out of a box, “it’s not going to be a party,” she giggled.

Nora and Dean weren’t much into drinking or partying in general but they were our best friends, we could always rely on them in any situation.

“We’re having dinner and then movies,” she continued when I didn’t reply,” do you mind grabbing something with Dean?”

“No, of course not. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to try and cook in this mess anyway,” I looked around the room filled with boxes. We unpacked most of the kitchen stuff but there were still boxes full of books, clothes, Dakota’s makeup, lotions and who knows what else.

“Ok, babe,” Dakota grabbed the keys from her yellow car and kissed me on the cheek, “see you later. Love you.”

“Love you more,” I smiled.

How did I get so lucky to meet and be with this beautiful girl?

When I got to Harry’s, Dean was already there, sitting on a bar stool, sipping soda.

“Hey,” I slapped his back as I was taking the seat next to him, “what’s up? We didn’t hang out alone in a while. I’m glad you hit me up.”

“Hey Trev. I know, thanks for coming.”

“Is everything alright with you and Nora? You guys are acting weird.”

“Oh no, we’re fine. Great, actually. I do need to talk to you about something, though.”

“I knew it. Spill it.”

“Let’s play some pool first.”

Dakota

I met Nora in an Italian restaurant near the movie theater where we were going to see a romantic comedy after dinner. It was a small, quiet place with maybe ten tables.

We both ordered pasta and garlic bread and a glass o wine.

“So, how is living with you fiance treating you?” I winked.

“It’s so good, Dakota. It’s all I imagined. He makes me coffee every morning, we eat dinner together when we come home from work. It’s just…perfect.”

“You’re welcome,” I laughed. I liked to remind her that I was the one who set them up. When I met them and got to know both of them, I just knew they would be great together.

“You’re right,” Nora said, smiling, “you are the reason I ended up with this amazing man and that’s why I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

“Would you be my maid of honor?” she blurted.

My mouth opened and I started to feel tears burning behind my eyes, “me? Are you serious?” I whispered in disbelieve.

I expected Trevor to be asked to be Dean’s best man but I never thought Nora would pick me as her maid of honor. She had an older sister and other friends back in her home town she is still close with.

“I am very serious. I know we don’t know each other for that long, but I feel so close to you and I know,” she paused, “I know we will stay friends forever. So what do you say?”

“I say screw a movie and let’s go look at some wedding dresses,” I stood up and pulled a fifty dollar bill out of my wallet, placing it on the table, next to our unfinished meals.

“Now?” Nora laughed and wiped off a tear that rolled down her cheek.

“Yes now. Oh you have no idea what a mistake you’ve made choosing me.”

I drove us to a wedding boutique on the Main Street, not far from where we were. Even though my engagement ended badly, even though I caught my ex fiance cheating on me and I had to move across the country to escape the drama, I still loved weddings and everything related to them.

When Nora and Dean announced they are getting married, I hoped they would let me be a part of it. Now I’m the maid of honor and I couldn’t be happier.

“Here we are,” I said and parked my car in front of the store.

I locked the car and entered the room. Everything was so white and fancy looking. Wedding dresses, wedding bouquets, huge mirror where the future brides can picture themselves with their men on their side.

“Miss Dakota,” the older woman who owns the adorable boutique welcomed me and my friend, “how are you?”

Nora looked at me with questions, “you know her?”

“A little,” I said and turned to the lady, “I’m very good Patricia, thank you. This is my friend Nora. She’s getting married next year and she’d love to try on some dresses.”

Patricia looked Nora up and down, “with her figure, it won’t be a problem. What style are you looking for, darling?”

“Uhm,” Nora looked at me, she clearly didn’t think about the style of her dress yet.

“I think you should try sleeveless, you have a great neck and shoulders,” I said and walked over to the dresses and started looking though the hangers, picking up dresses that I thought would suit her, “try these.”

I handed her five different dresses and she went to try them into the dressing room.

Patricia was standing next to me, looking at me with a thinking face, not saying a word.

She started to make me feel uncomfortable, “what is it?” I finally asked.

“You gave your friend a very good advice, you’re good at this.”

“Oh..thanks.”

Nora came out of the dressing room wearing one of the dresses I picked. She looked amazing. I could see her with her hair up and Dean next to her on their big day.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think? Did you see yourself in the mirror? You look gorgeous, Nora.”

Nora was a shy girl and even though it wasn’t as bad as when I first met her, she still had a hard time accepting a compliment.

“Should I try another one?”

“Yes, please.”

I watched her trying on all the dresses I handed her but the first one was the winner. No doubt about it. But we weren’t buying any tonight. The wedding is more than a year away. There is not enough time to plan the wedding they want by this summer so they decided to wait until next year since both Dean and Nora want a summer wedding.

It was after nine o’clock when we left the boutique. Patricia was nice enough to let us stay after closing time while she was tidying up the place.

“Thank you, Pat. We’ll be back when the wedding is closer,” I smiled at the woman.

“I’m sure you will be back before that, my dear,” she laughed and I nodded.

I got into my car where Nora was already waiting for me on the passenger seat, looking at me with her eyebrows raised.

“Wanna explain to me how the lady knew you by name when we entered?”

Dammit. I shrugged, “I just come here sometimes. I like to look at wedding stuff.”

Nora had nothing to say to this, she shook her head and laughed, “you’re crazy.”

Trevor was already home, unpacking more things from boxes when I ran into the apartment.

“Babe, you’re not gonna believe it,” I panted from running up the stairs, excited to tell Trevor about my new role, “Nora asked me to be her maid of honor!”

“Wooow,” Trevor extended the word, hoping it would actually sound honest. It was obvious Dean already told him.

“Nice try,” I said and pushed him gently. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his waist, pulling me closer to him.

“You’ll be great,” he kissed my forehead.

“I know. I’ll rock it.”

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