"Yeah. She hasn't seen him yet, so I'm a little worried. I warned her that he's really big, and she said it was fine but I don't think she realizes just how huge he is," he told me on the walk down his steps.

I looked to the side, seeing the three other doors upstairs that I still hadn't gone into before following him down with Yoda trailing behind me. "He's a good boy, I'm sure he'll be fine."

Once we were in his kitchen with the tile pieces spread out on his breakfast table, he snuck to the fridge and brought us both cokes. "What are you doing this weekend?"

What he meant to ask me was, what are you doing this weekend since I'll be gone? The urge to punch him in his porn star face was overwhelming; I'd seen him so much over the last few weeks that it was starting to make me feel pathetic. Before he came into the picture, I was perfectly content sitting at home with Matlock or hanging out with Zoey, Nicole or Josh when they had time, but now... Nicole was busy with Calum, Josh busy with Leo, Zoey with Eva, and me with my friendship with Tristan. God, I was seriously fucking pathetic. I knew Tristan wasn't an asshole, so it was unfair for me to bitch when I knew he'd never promised me anything.

"Hanging out with the sluts, going over wedding stuff with Nikki. You know, fun stuff," I said.

"Hmm," Tristan crooned while moving tiles across onto the table. "I don't get why Nicole and Cal don't elope if they're planning on getting married in Vegas."

I had to laugh at him; this poor sucker didn't know Zoey Quinn. He had no idea of the damage she was capable of. "Zoey would kill Nikki if she did that. She's been planning her maid of honor speech for the last two years. We all pulled names out of a hat to see who would be whose maid of honor and Nikki got Zoey for hers. I don't think anyone expected her to get married before forty honestly, much less the first one out of all of us to do so. We thought that bitch would get hitched after one of our first-borns."

Tristan snorted as he sipped his coke. "Who did you get as your maid of honor?"

"Nikki," I said with a laugh, imagining her bossing everyone around. "I'm going to be Josh's best woman."

"Who did you guys think would be the first one to get married?" He was looking down at the pieces I'd just moved, and even though I felt like I should lie to him, I didn't.

"Me."

Chapter 31

"I can't believe you're getting married," my words were slurred as they slipped out of my mouth.

Nicole raised a lazy eyebrow in my direction, cradling her chocolate martini close to her huge jugs. "Who would've guessed, huh?" She smiled as she nudged me with her big toe. We were sitting around her sectional; the two of us sprawled out and halfway to our destination— Hangover City, with an estimated arrival time around tomorrow morning.

I whacked Nikki's foot away from me and let out a deep sigh. "I thought your bitchy ass would be the last one."

"Me too," she agreed.

Nikki looked so different than what I was used to; she'd always been a happy person in her own way. She wasn't all shits and giggles like Zoey. She was the calm and collected type underneath her tough layer. Nicole was very serious and determined on whatever task she had ahead of her but recently things had changed. Her facial expressions, energy, and just everything about her now radiated light, love, and all that other great, corny stuff she'd never believed in. I couldn't count how many short relationships she'd been in over the last seven years, but it'd been a lot and she had never, ever been like this. Not even close.

If she were any other person, I'd be bitter with resentment at the level of happiness she'd obtained but this was my Nicole. She deserved all of this and more. I wouldn't belittle her into asking for reassurance with her decision because I knew her. When the entire world might be crumbling in chaos, Nikki was the epitome of solid and steady. She knew exactly what the hell she was doing.