Blake Teaser
I've been MIA. Yes, yes. I know. BELIEVE ME.
my conscience
Problem is my day job has been running my life. WHO RUNS THE WORLD???? My bills. WAH.
Blake's novella is coming along. We're almost there people! Mostly because I'm so ready to start on this new project I keep dreaming scenes about. I need to write it.
The scene below includes almost the entire crew on their way to help Emily search for a wedding dress...I'm sure you can imagine the chaos that ensues. Remember, this is wholly unedited and subject to change :)
Hope you're having a great weekend and remember! If you love my gang, spread the word!
TEASER:
Peanut sits to left, smashed between Jase and I, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
I poke her ribs, “Hey, what’s up with you? Why aren’t you glowing with pre-marital bliss?”
The side of her mouth tilts up and she leans closer to me while keeping a wary eye on her maid of honor, “I am, just hoping to fine the right one. I don’t want a huge gown, you know? Nothing fancy. Simple. But I’m thinking my Fairy Godmother wants me to look like…well to borrow a phrase from Pretty Woman-“
“A whore?” I guess.
Her head whips around and glares, “Are you serious? No. 'Cinda-fucking-rella'. You know what? Never mind.”
“It’s your day, girl. Remember that. You have to own your day.” Jase pipes up loudly, glaring at the back of his girlfriend’s head.
“Oh yeah, let’s not forget this one. He’s been watching marathons of Say Yes to the Dress. Research he calls it.” Em rolls her eyes.
“Bro, I love that show. Trent got me hooked. My eyes accidentally watched it and now I live for the marathons. Why didn’t you tell me you were binging?” I slap the back of his dumbass head.
“I don’t keep up with the million shows you watch, how the hell was I supposed to know. Besides, it was research. I can’t stand you near constant chatter through shows.”
“Oh, please!” Emily groans. “Jase, you do not shut up while the television is on. You could literally be quiet for an hour and the minute someone switches it on, you decide to talk.”
Oh, God, not this argument again.
“Excuse me, if I want to comment on something I find interesting or see if you’re are enjoying yourself. I’m considerate. Sue me.” Jase flicks her off before turning back to glare out his window.
“Guys, let’s all take a minute-“ Trent says from the driver seat.
“So then I was think we could go to lunch at that new place downtown? Y’all will be hungry by then, for sure. I’ll text Declan and let him know when we’re getting ready to head out so he and Mikey can meet us. Mark is meeting us there. Ugh, he better not be late. I better text him.” Mari thinks aloud before whipping her phone out.
They all continue talking over each other, Trent intermittently trying to calm someone down if it looks like it’s getting heated and I settle back to soak up the chaos.
my conscience
Problem is my day job has been running my life. WHO RUNS THE WORLD???? My bills. WAH.
Blake's novella is coming along. We're almost there people! Mostly because I'm so ready to start on this new project I keep dreaming scenes about. I need to write it.
The scene below includes almost the entire crew on their way to help Emily search for a wedding dress...I'm sure you can imagine the chaos that ensues. Remember, this is wholly unedited and subject to change :)
Hope you're having a great weekend and remember! If you love my gang, spread the word!
TEASER:
Peanut sits to left, smashed between Jase and I, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
I poke her ribs, “Hey, what’s up with you? Why aren’t you glowing with pre-marital bliss?”
The side of her mouth tilts up and she leans closer to me while keeping a wary eye on her maid of honor, “I am, just hoping to fine the right one. I don’t want a huge gown, you know? Nothing fancy. Simple. But I’m thinking my Fairy Godmother wants me to look like…well to borrow a phrase from Pretty Woman-“
“A whore?” I guess.
Her head whips around and glares, “Are you serious? No. 'Cinda-fucking-rella'. You know what? Never mind.”
“It’s your day, girl. Remember that. You have to own your day.” Jase pipes up loudly, glaring at the back of his girlfriend’s head.
“Oh yeah, let’s not forget this one. He’s been watching marathons of Say Yes to the Dress. Research he calls it.” Em rolls her eyes.
“Bro, I love that show. Trent got me hooked. My eyes accidentally watched it and now I live for the marathons. Why didn’t you tell me you were binging?” I slap the back of his dumbass head.
“I don’t keep up with the million shows you watch, how the hell was I supposed to know. Besides, it was research. I can’t stand you near constant chatter through shows.”
“Oh, please!” Emily groans. “Jase, you do not shut up while the television is on. You could literally be quiet for an hour and the minute someone switches it on, you decide to talk.”
Oh, God, not this argument again.
“Excuse me, if I want to comment on something I find interesting or see if you’re are enjoying yourself. I’m considerate. Sue me.” Jase flicks her off before turning back to glare out his window.
“Guys, let’s all take a minute-“ Trent says from the driver seat.
“So then I was think we could go to lunch at that new place downtown? Y’all will be hungry by then, for sure. I’ll text Declan and let him know when we’re getting ready to head out so he and Mikey can meet us. Mark is meeting us there. Ugh, he better not be late. I better text him.” Mari thinks aloud before whipping her phone out.
They all continue talking over each other, Trent intermittently trying to calm someone down if it looks like it’s getting heated and I settle back to soak up the chaos.
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