His finger darts across the table a

His finger darts across the table and points directly at me. “That was all you, cupcake.”

Juls spins around and glares at both of us, phone still up to her ear. “Jesus Christ, you two. Keep it down before we get thrown out of here.”

I reach over and grab his finger, bending it a bit as he screeches and pulls it away from me. “All me? Are you fucking serious? You were the one that said to be his sexy little mistress when we thought he was married. And you were the one that kept trying to convince me that it was more than just casual sex. ‘Oh Dylan, the man sends you love letters and he’s so romantic.’ Remember that bullshit?” I point right back at him and he jerks back in his stool. “Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t have a part in this. I had you yapping in my ear all day about how what we were doing meant more to both of us when clearly, it only meant more to me.” I slam my hand down on the table and grab my drink, downing it quickly. My sparing partner’s face softens and he shakes his head.

“Fuck, Dylan. You’re right.” He throws his hands up in the air dramatically. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I really hate fighting with you. You scare the shit out of me.” We both burst out laughing and I feel a pair of eyes on me as I turn quickly to Brooke who looks confused.

“You two are fucking weird. And I don’t care if the other two groomsmen are gay, married, or prefemale to male transformation; I’m getting laid by someone.”

“Bitch, you better stay the hell away from Billy,” Joey says sternly. Juls quickly spins around and all arguments come to a halt at the sight of her beaming face. We all regain our composure and she’s none the wiser.

“Okay, baby, I love you too. Have fun.” She hangs up her phone and hops off her stool. “Alright, bitches, I believe it’s time for me to show your sorry asses up on the dance floor.” She does a quick spin and her black dress fans out around her knees.

“Ha!” I yell playfully as I get down and run over to her, putting her hand in mine. A clumsy Brooke follows while Joey quickly downs his beer.

“Let’s do this!” he yells.

We danced all night into the early morning hours, finally leaving Clancy’s at 2:00a.m. and all piling into the same cab. None of us drove which was a good thing because we are all rightly smashed and in zero condition to do anything but go to bed. We’re giggling like idiots in the back seat of the cab, throwing out our addresses and confusing the hell out of the driver.

“Christ, already. Who am I taking home first? I can’t understand four directions at once,” the driver yells back as we all fall into a fit of tearful chuckles.

“Brooke, oh my fucking God. That guy you were dancing with looked like Mr. T.” I laugh and she searches her brain for the image. “He even had all the gold chains.”

“But he could move. Whew.”

“Yeah he could. I’m pretty sure he had better moves than me which says a whole fucking lot,” Joey adds as Juls wipes the tears under her eyes.

The driver spins around to face us. “Ladies. Oh, and gentleman, sorry. Where the hell am I going?”

“I’m closest. Dylan’s Sweet Tooth on Fayette please.” I fall back against Joey. “Oh man, this was so fun. Juls, seriously, thanks for this.”

She winks at me as we pull away from the club. “So fun. I love you three. AND I’M GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!” We all laugh and cheer as we drive off down the road, the petty arguments of the night left behind along with Brooke’s vomit that came shortly after we started out onto the dance floor. I called it though. The girl should really not be around hard liquor.

I’m dropped off a mere fifteen minutes later and say my quick goodbyes before I stumble inside and lock up behind me. After peeling out of my dress and removing my makeup, I open my dresser drawer and spot the University of Chicago T-shirt that I had stuffed into my duffle bag when I was packing up my stuff the day I ended things with Reese. I should have sent it back to him through Ian when I realized that I took it, but a part of me, a part of me that nobody knows about, likes wearing it to bed some nights when I want to smell him. I don’t wear it often for fear that my scent will overpower his. But I do decide on wearing it tonight. I slip it on and climb into bed, grabbing my phone and opening up my internet search.

While on the dance floor tonight, the Arctic Monkeys song pumped through the speakers and I let myself dance to it, not wanting to give away how badly it killed me to hear it. And as I moved my body to it, I remembered that I never looked up the lyrics and it’s been on my mind the entire evening. So now in the privacy of my dark bedroom, I’m finally looking up the lyrics to the song that reminded him of me.

“OhGod.” I read the lyrics again, and again, letting them sink into me and cursing myself for even looking them up in the first place and for the stupid club for playing this stupid song. “Fuck.” I shut down my phone and roll over,

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Jarinya anak panah di meja dan menunjuk langsung pada saya. "Itu semua Anda, cupcake."Juls berputar dan glares pada kita berdua, telepon masih sampai telinganya. "Yesus Kristus, kalian berdua. Terus ke bawah sebelum kita mendapatkan dilemparkan keluar dari sini."Aku meraih dan ambil jarinya, membungkuk sedikit ketika ia jeritan dan menariknya dari saya. "Semua saya? Apakah Anda fucking serius? Anda adalah orang yang dikatakan gundiknya sedikit seksi ketika kami pikir ia menikah. Dan Anda adalah orang yang terus berusaha untuk meyakinkan saya bahwa itu lebih dari hanya seks. ' Oh Dylan, orang mengirimkan surat yang Anda cintai dan dia begitu romantis.' Ingat omong kosong itu?" Aku menunjuk segera kembali padanya dan ia tersentak kembali di kursinya. "Jangan Anda berani bilang Anda tidak memiliki bagian dalam hal ini. Aku telah Anda menyalak di telingaku sepanjang hari tentang bagaimana apa yang kami akan lakukan dimaksudkan lebih untuk kami berdua ketika jelas, itu hanya berarti lebih banyak bagi saya. " Aku membanting tanganku ke bawah di atas meja dan ambil minum, menenggak cepat. Pasangan saya hemat wajah melembutkan dan ia menjabat kepala."Bercinta, Dylan. Kau benar." Dia melempar tangannya di udara secara dramatis. "Kau benar. Maaf. Aku benar-benar benci berkelahi dengan Anda. Anda takut omong kosong dari saya." Kami berdua terbahak-bahak dan aku merasakan sepasang mata pada saya karena saya beralih cepat ke Brooke yang tampak bingung."Anda dua adalah fucking aneh. Dan aku tidak peduli jika pengiring-pria dua lainnya gay, menikah atau prefemale transformasi laki-laki; Aku 'm mendapatkan disusun oleh seseorang.""Bitch, Anda lebih baik tetap neraka dari Billy," Joey mengatakan tegas. Juls cepat berputar dan semua argumen datang berhenti melihat wajahnya berseri-seri. Kita semua mendapatkan kembali ketenangan kita dan dia tidak ada yang lebih bijak."Oke, bayi, I love you terlalu. Memiliki menyenangkan." Dia menutup telepon dan hop off bangku nya. "Baiklah, pelacur, saya percaya saatnya bagi saya untuk muncul keledai Maaf Anda di lantai dansa." Dia melakukan spin cepat dan penggemarnya gaun hitam keluar di sekitar lutut."Ha!" Aku berteriak bercanda aku turun dan lari ke dia, meletakkan tangannya di tambang. Brooke kikuk berikut sementara Joey cepat turunnya birnya."Mari kita melakukan ini!" dia berteriak.Kami menari sepanjang malam ke pagi hari, akhirnya meninggalkan Clancy pukul 2:00 dan semua menumpuk ke dalam taksi sama. Tak satu pun dari kami melaju yang merupakan hal yang baik karena kita semua memang hancur dan dalam kondisi nol untuk apa-apa tapi pergi tidur. Kita cekikikan seperti idiot di kursi belakang taksi, membuang alamat kami dan membingungkan neraka keluar dari sopir."Kristus, sudah. Yang saya membawa pulang pertama? Aku tidak bisa mengerti empat arah sekaligus,"driver berteriak kembali seperti kita semua jatuh ke dalam fit dari menangis terkekeh."Brooke, oh my God sialan. Orang itu Anda sedang menari dengan tampak seperti Mr T." Aku tertawa dan dia pencarian otaknya untuk gambar. "Ia bahkan punya semua rantai emas.""Tapi dia bisa bergerak. Wah.""Ya dia bisa. Aku cukup yakin dia telah lebih baik bergerak dari saya yang mengatakan secara keseluruhan sialan banyak,"Joey menambahkan sebagai Juls menyeka air mata di bawah matanya.Sopir berputar di sekitar menghadapi kami. "Wanita. Oh, dan pria, maaf. Mana sih aku pergi?""Aku terdekat. Dylan's Sweet gigi di Fayette silakan." Aku jatuh kembali terhadap Joey. "Oh man, ini adalah sangat menyenangkan. Juls, serius, terima kasih untuk ini."Dia mengedipkan mata pada saya seperti yang kita tarik dari klub. "Begitu menyenangkan. Aku mencintaimu tiga. "DAN AKU MENIKAH BESOK!" Kita semua tertawa dan menghibur ketika kita berkendara di jalan, argumen kecil malam tertinggal dengan Brooke's muntah yang datang tidak lama setelah kami mulai keluar ke lantai dansa. Aku menyebutnya meskipun. Gadis yang benar-benar tidak boleh di sekitar beralkohol.Aku sedang turun hanya lima belas menit kemudian dan mengatakan selamat tinggal saya cepat sebelum saya tersandung di dalam dan lock up di belakang saya. Setelah mengupas dari baju saya dan menghapus makeup saya, saya membuka laci meja rias saya dan tempat T-shirt Universitas Chicago bahwa saya telah memasukkan ke dalam rangsel saya ketika aku sedang mengepak barang-barangku hari saya akhirnya hal-hal dengan Reese. Saya harus sudah mengirim kembali kepadanya melalui Ian ketika aku menyadari bahwa aku mengambilnya, tapi sebagian dari diriku, Bagian dari saya bahwa tidak ada yang tahu tentang, suka memakainya tidur malam-malam tertentu ketika saya ingin mencium dia. Saya tidak memakainya sering karena takut bahwa aroma saya akan mengalahkan nya. Tetapi saya memutuskan memakai malam ini. Aku memasangnya di dan naik ke tempat tidur, meraih telepon saya dan membuka pencarian internet saya.While on the dance floor tonight, the Arctic Monkeys song pumped through the speakers and I let myself dance to it, not wanting to give away how badly it killed me to hear it. And as I moved my body to it, I remembered that I never looked up the lyrics and it’s been on my mind the entire evening. So now in the privacy of my dark bedroom, I’m finally looking up the lyrics to the song that reminded him of me.“OhGod.” I read the lyrics again, and again, letting them sink into me and cursing myself for even looking them up in the first place and for the stupid club for playing this stupid song. “Fuck.” I shut down my phone and roll over,