Thread: We're just friends: chapter 1, the wedding. Sweet Angel Jocelyn and the Gladiator

Is it supposed to be my fault the shithole landlord just got a Plummer to come in a half hour ago? Mark yelled at Shy Coming to the doorway toothbrush in hand, wearing only a towel, his muscular chest well on display. I am hurrying but its not easy to go any faster with you nagging. You're worse than my mother. he said as he quickly popped the toothbrush back into his mouth and continued brushing his teeth. Mark's parents had been good friends with Cheyenne's when they were children. The couples taking turns watching the kids while the other couple went out, and generally doing things together on many occasions. That's how Mark had met Cheyenne, and being the closest in age, only 6 months older than her, something he used to tease her about, they, of all the siblings, had become fast friends over the years. Closer than siblings. Whether they were spying on Helena Lena, her older sisters dates, or picking on Matt Mark's younger brother, they did it together. They had learned everything together. How to ride a bike, and at the end of high school, how to make love to another. It was after their parents 25th wedding anniversary party, where the alcohol had been running very freely. That one drunken night had turned into an affair that had rarely been spoken of since, although, they had made use of one another more than once since then. It was something that happened and it wasnt something they discussed, it just sort of happened and then wasnt spoken of. Their closeness had continued until recently when college had ended and they got rapped up with work and they started dating more seriously. They had always loved sharing details about their relationships with each other. That was until Mark met Lisa, and she didn't like Mark talking to Cheyenne about their personal life, especially their sexual practices together. Mark told Shy anyway, but as he and Lisa's relationship grew closer he grew more and more distant with her, hanging out with her less often and almost seemed awkward around her. That being said, he had resolved to make this night work for Cheyenne, she deserved it. He had promised her over a year ago, before he had met Lisa that he would go to Lena's wedding with her. So here he was, brushing his teeth watching Cheyenne glare at him for his slowness. He leaned to the side to spit into the sink, Please tell me you didn't just walk over here, and you have your car. I'd really not like to have to drive the bike to the church in a suit. I mean I could put on the leather pants and change later, but it'd just be much more convenient if you brought your car. he commented smirking a little at the thought of trying to drive his motorcycle in dress pants and a shirt and tie. Setting down the toothbrush on the kitchen counter, not even bothering to take it back to the bathroom Mark began to Gel his hair, trying to tame the chocolate mass. Not to mention, my hair does not need one more excuse to go apeshit on me. He said, finally managing to part the mass and tame its unruliness, for the most part. Dont give me that look, Im doing the best I can, you know it never does what I want I swear to god I should just buzz it short again. He said his back to her. He couldnt see what look she was giving him, but he could imagine it clearly in his mind. The entire time, Mark seemed oblivious to the fact he was merely in a towel, and seemed just as oblivious that this may or may not be making Cheyenne uncomfortable. Moderator's note this thread is closed, please do not post without express permission of the authors. Reading is encouraged and feedback via pm is always welcome. We hope you enjoy!