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Stacy — We had a bachelor party pt 3
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2025-03-15 16:08:00"Wake up, baby. We're going out," said Scott's gentle voice a few hours later.
"But I'm so tired," I complained as his fingers glided through my hair.
"I know, but Kenny's a fucking mess. As his best man and friend, we need to make sure he loosens up a little before tomorrow," he said, wearing the title of best man like a badge of honor, despite pretending it didn't mean the world to him.
"Marlene looked like she was going to rip my head off when he hugged me. Nope, there's no we," I said, sitting up slowly.
"Marlene just has wedding jitters. She'll get over it. We already missed so much. He'll hate if you're not there for his last night of freedom," said Scott, guilting me into going.
What started out as just drinks between the three of us soon blew up into bar hopping with the groomsmen, of whom there were seven, not including Scott. Three of them
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Scott got up too as the betrotheds met in the middle of the room, touching and kissing sweetly. Whispering to each other about how wrong they both were to let things get so out of hand."I don't think we're supposed to be here for this part," he said, taking my hand and leading me out the door. "Nice job, Kendrick," he said to me, flashing me his dimples as everyone in the wedding party descended on the door, screaming over each other, wanting answers.He squeezed my hand, our heads turned to each other as we stood guard for Marlene and Kenny. Despite the chaos descending on us, I was walking on air."Back at you, Brady," I said, smiling back at him.The fifteen minutes left before the ceremony was supposed to begin came and went, leaving Helen scrambling to calm the waiting guests. It was another thirty minutes of Scott and I standing firm in front of that door, giving
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That last part was such a her thing to say. Was that really what she thought? It would explain how I apparently caught her off guard. "Please, for the love of God, let me sleep and shower first. There are dark circles under my eyes. And my make up—" What the fuck was she talking about? She was fucking flawless. Perfect in all her imperfections. "Shut up. I won the bet about Kenny and Marlene," I said, laying the phone down on the ground and starting the five minute timer. "So now Scott says shut up. You've said more than enough in the last few hours. Now just listen." She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth nervously, her eyes dropping to the timer. Words failed me. I had a whole speech and everything. Even if I didn't, I was me. I always knew what to say, except right that second I was tongue tied. "That photo's taunting me," I said, spitting out the thought in my he
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