Two years later  "Is he really coming back home?" I ask Alec with a large smiling spreading across my face.  "Not for long though," Alec tells me, "a couple weeks, a month at the most."  "My baby boy is finally coming back home!" I squeal and hug Alec, so tight that he starts gasping for air.  "Don't tell anyone else," he says, "I already told Dad but that is it. He wants it to be a surprise." I nod, my giddy smile never leaving my face. Octavian enlisted into the navy right out of high school. He started right at the beginning of August that year and came back home that Christmas. I haven't seen him since, it's been a long year, well a little more, it's May now.  "Aly is going to be so excited!" I exclaim and run to the kitchen, "when is he coming home?"  "I believe tomorrow," Alec says and I give him wide eyes, "he told me to tell you last minute. I'm following orders here." I roll my ey

Alec's POV:  The last time I went to a club was six months ago. My friends try to drag me to every party they hear about but I stay at my place. Six months ago I met a girl at this club. Jaden Driggs. She was the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. Long wavy light brown hair, bright green eyes, the greatest smile I've ever seen. I can't believe that I met her at a club. She looks like a girl who would never go out.  Anyway, I can't stop thinking about her and it's fucking up my head. It isn't helping because finals are soon then I'm graduating college, then I'm getting ready to take over dad's business. Octavian is back, which helps. He's back for a whole year now, and it can be extended to two. Aly and him are getting married in a few weeks, June second. I know Octavian is ecstatic, especially since Aly made this choice. He figured they wouldn't get married until we were almost thirty, but here he is at twenty-two getting married.  

This chapter gets very mature~~~  "Slow the fuck down," Austin says as he hits my head.  "Shut the fuck up Austin," I groan and down another shot, tequila just like my mom.  "Miles, man the fuck up," Austin practically demands as he forces me to stand.  "You two," Fiona says sternly, "stop saying 'fuck' and come dance with me."  Austin and Fiona are my two closest friends. I've known Austin since third grade and we met Fiona in high school. We've been pretty close since, we are even at the same college, NYU. I thought senior year was going to be pretty laid back but no, it's fucking April and I'm so fucked up in my head. I can't believe I'm letting this get to me.  "Forget about her tonight Miles," Fiona smiles as she wraps her arm around mine, "there is a pretty red head over there."  "Can't argue with that," I mutter as I glance at the red head who is swinging her hips to th

"Hows this dress?" Ellie asks as she twirls out of the changing room. I roll my eyes and and she raises her eyebrows waiting for a response.  "I told you," I sigh, "you are trying way to hard, just find something you like. Or you can have my mom make you one."  "I said I'm not having her make me one if I can't pay for it," she replies and pulls the end of the dress down, "I guess this dress is a little short."  "You guess right," I reply, "now change back. We are going somewhere else." She knows not to question me because o won't give it. She heads back in and changes into her clothes, leaving the dress in the changing room.  We go out to my car and I drive off. Ellie switches the radio station and Halo by Beyoncé comes on. We both smile before we start to scream the lyrics. I turn down the busy city street and wait through traffic, which sucks.  "Selena I said no," Ellie groans as I pull in front of my mom's bu

"I now introduce you all to the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Patten!" The priest announces and everyone cheers. I give Selena back her bouquet and she happily walks down the aisle with her husband. I follow behind her with Zeke, his best man.  "I feel bad for you Nara," Zeke jokes as we continue to walk, "Ryan is officially your brother now."  "I know," I fake groan, "my life get worse by the day."  "Aunt Nara! Aunt Nara!" A squeal comes from behind us. I glance back to see my nephew, Drake. He's two and is the cutest little boy ever. He has his mom's fiery red hair and his dad's brown eyes.  "Where's your Dad Drake?" I ask as he walks with us down the aisle.  "Back der," he says and points behind us, "he is loud."  "Believe me I know," I chuckle and we are at the end of the aisle.  "I'm sorry Nara," Cara apologizes as she picks up her son, "he's been very energetic today."  "It's