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You took another bite out of the carmel flavored churro, the sweet treat hitting your tastebuds nicely. "Mmm, this is good Antonio, thank you." You smiled, swallowing it down and having no more churro left to eat.
"Si, anytime mi bella amiga. Now..." he leaned forward on the table, resting his cheek in his hand that was leaning on the tabletop. "Will you tell us the details of your little wedding?"
You shook your head, "One churro isn't going to change my mind."
His persuasive smile fell, replaced by disappointment as Francis piped in, sporting his own charming smile. They hoped that smiles and churros would loosen your tongue, but so far, the details of that night in Vegas were still locked. Even to you, seeing as you were drunk and blacking out at the time.
Francis -his hair looked quite shiny today, by the way- winked, "Come on, you can tell us. We're your friends."
You twidled the napkin in your hand sheepishly, it was habitual. "No, you're Gilbert's friends."
They both gasped simultaneously, as if that little piece of information struck them to the core. "W-we're your friends too... right... (Name)..?" Antonio asked, his eyes wide and limpid with fake dramatic tears.
"Whatever, sure." You rolled your eyes. No matter how indifferent you felt, you still had a strike of glee from gaining new friends. Elizaveta was your only friend really, and she hardly visited due to Gilbert's idiocracy.
Gilbert was not with you and The other two members of the BTT. He had ran off to go annoy Rodrich, who was having a nice day shopping until a certain annoying Prussian came by. So that left you and the Spainard and the Frenchman all alone at a table in the food court.
"Si.. and friends tell eachother things, right?" Antonio pushed, giving an act of fake sheepishness by drawing pictures on the plastic tabletop with the drops of condensation he gathered from the outside of his cup that held a soft-drink.
"Oui... so you should tell us why you never told us about you and Gilly before!" Francis almost yelled, attracting curious glances from a family nearby.
You gave a smile that resembled a grimace and shook your head, "I can't tell you. Gilbert and I were keeping things secret for a reason." Actually, the secret is that there is no secret because you never even dated Gilbert before, and suddenly you both got drunk and married on a whim, causing all that has happened, to happen. But you'd never admit that.
"Why?!" Francis whined, furrowing his brows childishly. If he was standing, you wouldn't of been surprised if he stomped his foot. "Secrets are meant to be told, you know!"
You had certainly thought about how some secrets really should be told, but this one did not fall into that category. If you and Gilbert deleted all those pictures of the wedding on Facebook and told everyone it was a joke, there would be some who wouldn't believe you and assume the truth automatically, because two people don't get married and take pictures for jokes.
And if you admitted that you and he were drunk, then humiliation would ensure. People would scold you and laugh, and you don't exactly want to take that. So it's best to keep the secret a secret.
"This secret is never going to get out," you vowed to them both firmly, "so stop asking."
"But we're curious!" Antonio retorted, clenching his fist.
You opened your mouth to reply with something along the lines of 'Shove off, you bitch' but suddenly, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You sighed and dug it out, holding up the screen in front of you to check the reasons for the interuptions. And there it was, in a green flashing box on your screen, the text in white, with a smiling emoticon at the end of it. Above it all the word 'Mom' flashed dangerously.
'Cum over 4 dinner tomrow wit ur new hubby. We having meatloaf '
"Si, anytime mi bella amiga. Now..." he leaned forward on the table, resting his cheek in his hand that was leaning on the tabletop. "Will you tell us the details of your little wedding?"
You shook your head, "One churro isn't going to change my mind."
His persuasive smile fell, replaced by disappointment as Francis piped in, sporting his own charming smile. They hoped that smiles and churros would loosen your tongue, but so far, the details of that night in Vegas were still locked. Even to you, seeing as you were drunk and blacking out at the time.
Francis -his hair looked quite shiny today, by the way- winked, "Come on, you can tell us. We're your friends."
You twidled the napkin in your hand sheepishly, it was habitual. "No, you're Gilbert's friends."
They both gasped simultaneously, as if that little piece of information struck them to the core. "W-we're your friends too... right... (Name)..?" Antonio asked, his eyes wide and limpid with fake dramatic tears.
"Whatever, sure." You rolled your eyes. No matter how indifferent you felt, you still had a strike of glee from gaining new friends. Elizaveta was your only friend really, and she hardly visited due to Gilbert's idiocracy.
Gilbert was not with you and The other two members of the BTT. He had ran off to go annoy Rodrich, who was having a nice day shopping until a certain annoying Prussian came by. So that left you and the Spainard and the Frenchman all alone at a table in the food court.
"Si.. and friends tell eachother things, right?" Antonio pushed, giving an act of fake sheepishness by drawing pictures on the plastic tabletop with the drops of condensation he gathered from the outside of his cup that held a soft-drink.
"Oui... so you should tell us why you never told us about you and Gilly before!" Francis almost yelled, attracting curious glances from a family nearby.
You gave a smile that resembled a grimace and shook your head, "I can't tell you. Gilbert and I were keeping things secret for a reason." Actually, the secret is that there is no secret because you never even dated Gilbert before, and suddenly you both got drunk and married on a whim, causing all that has happened, to happen. But you'd never admit that.
"Why?!" Francis whined, furrowing his brows childishly. If he was standing, you wouldn't of been surprised if he stomped his foot. "Secrets are meant to be told, you know!"
You had certainly thought about how some secrets really should be told, but this one did not fall into that category. If you and Gilbert deleted all those pictures of the wedding on Facebook and told everyone it was a joke, there would be some who wouldn't believe you and assume the truth automatically, because two people don't get married and take pictures for jokes.
And if you admitted that you and he were drunk, then humiliation would ensure. People would scold you and laugh, and you don't exactly want to take that. So it's best to keep the secret a secret.
"This secret is never going to get out," you vowed to them both firmly, "so stop asking."
"But we're curious!" Antonio retorted, clenching his fist.
You opened your mouth to reply with something along the lines of 'Shove off, you bitch' but suddenly, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You sighed and dug it out, holding up the screen in front of you to check the reasons for the interuptions. And there it was, in a green flashing box on your screen, the text in white, with a smiling emoticon at the end of it. Above it all the word 'Mom' flashed dangerously.
'Cum over 4 dinner tomrow wit ur new hubby. We having meatloaf '
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