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sighed. “She lied to me and told me that the wedding party was going to dance down the aisle at the end of the ceremony. Then she shows me the dance we are going to do. And it’s the worst frickin’ dance you could ever imagine. There was no way I was going to do it. I mean I would rather have dropped out of the wedding party than embarrass myself like that,” I laughed. “But just before I pissed my pants from the horror of it all, she starts laughing and tells me that she was just kidding. I couldn’t believe it. No one jokes with me like that.”
    “That is pretty funny actually,” Kyle nodded, impressed.
    “Yeah. Casey was so chill. I can’t remember a time I was that interested in something a girl had to say.”
    “Wow, that’s deep,” Kyle joked. “You should put that on a bumper sticker.
    I laughed.
    “So are you going to hit that?”
    I shook my head. “Something tells me she’s not that type of girl.”
    Kyle scoffed. “You’re a fucking rockstar Jake, with you, every girl is that type of girl.”
    “Trust me, not her. Casey doesn’t seem impressed with all that.”
    “Or so she says.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Maybe it’s all an act to get you interested.”
    I gave Kyle a dirty look. “Not everyone I meet has an agenda, asshole.”
    “I’m just saying…you never know.”
    “So you want me to live my life never trusting anyone’s motives?”
    “Don’t you already do that?”
    “No!” Yes.
    Kyle shrugged. “Better safe than sorry, right?”
    “Jesus, K, that’s fucked up. With that thinking I might as well get used to being alone with just my hand for company.”
    “Isn’t that the way it is already?” Kyle laughed.
    “Shut up!” I shook my head. “Anyway, Casey isn’t like that.”
    “And you know this because you talked to her for what? 15 minutes?”
    “No I know this because I consider myself to be a pretty good judge of character. For example, I know you’re a piece of shit,” I joked.
    Kyle laughed out loud. “This is true. So…did you get her number?”
    “No.”
    “Why?” Kyle shook his head like I was an idiot.
    “I’m going to see her tomorrow? Why would I need her number?”
    “For emergencies.”
    “What? If I fall and can’t get up?”
    “No if you fall and can’t get up and need a quick blow job,” Kyle smirked.
    I laughed. Kyle could be so crude. “I think I’ll be okay. Besides, Casey would require a lot more effort than I’m willing to put forth tonight.”
    “Damn Jake, you’re so romantic,” Kyle joked.
    “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, she probably already has a boyfriend.”
    “Why do you think that?”
    “I don’t know. She just has a very relaxed vibe to her. Like a girl who isn’t looking for a guy so she can act herself around them.”
    “So why isn’t he here then? This is a wedding for one of her best friends. Why wouldn’t he be here too?”
    “I don’t know, Kyle, maybe he is here.”
    “Very doubtful.”
    “Why?”
    “Because if I were some girl’s boyfriend and I saw her talking to you, I would be at her side in a frickin’ second,” Kyle admitted.
    “I don’t know, Kyle,” I said, feeling myself getting frustrated. “And I don’t care. I just think she’s hot. That’s all.”
     
    I headed back over to the hotel with my family. In the car, my brothers and I laughed and insulted each other relentlessly. My older sister Emma yelled at us to shut up. My mom yelled at her to stop yelling. My dad laughed from the driver seat. God how I’d missed my dysfunctional family! I left home at sixteen and often felt like I missed out on so much growing up. But my life was different back then. This closeness I share with my family now, it didn’t exist when I was sixteen. During that time in my life, I actively tried to push them away. Going out on the road on my own was the perfect way to distance myself. But the longer I was away, the more I missed my family and the more I appreciated what I’d