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ME: I didn’t even know she was coming this weekend.

ME: I haven’t even seen her in years.

ME: She’s changed.

I mean that in a lot of ways. I glance at Bristol. Her hair is still the same, with wild red curls flowing past her shoulders. Everything else just seems to be a little bitmore.Her eyes are bigger and brighter, her tits are fuller, and her lips are plumper. It’s like she’s a…

Shit, she’s a woman.

A woman who’s going through the same waiting game with whomever she’s texting.

BLAKE: Uh, I guess she didn’t know you were coming either.

ME: Is that why she’s mad?

BLAKE: I’m not sure.

ME: Dude, she won’t look at me, wouldn’t hug me hello. Didn’t even say hello.

BLAKE: Wait, you guys are in the same cab?

ME: Yeah, how’d you know that?

I glance at Bristol again. It dawns on me.

ME: Is she texting you too?

ME: What did she say?

BLAKE: Don’t ask.

BLAKE: It’s my sister, man.

What does that mean?It’s his sister? Is that supposed to explain her behavior? I have a sister, too. She’d never act like this toward someone unless she couldn’t stand them.

And she likes everyone. Unless they do something terrible to her. Even if Bristol is the same way, I would never do something terrible to her. Hell, I haven’t even seen her since I can’t remember when.

Liar.

It was the night of her eighteenth birthday.

When she wanted you to be her first.

Okay, brain, no need to go there right now.

I push the memory from my mind as the taxi approaches the hotel.

ME: You okay?

BLAKE: Just trying to go with the flow.

BLAKE: I need my sister not to be upset. And I need to ignore that Taylor has blown this wedding to epic proportions. She added three groomsmen, I’ve never met, to balance the new number of bridesmaids.

ME: New number of bridesmaids?

They are planning the wedding in a short amount of time. Blake just found out he’s going to be a father a month or so ago. And since Taylor doesn’t want to be “showing” when she walks down the aisle, they’re doing it next month. I figured they would do something simple in his parent’s backyard, but it’s not sounding like it so far.

BLAKE: ELEVEN!