Once inside the hotel room my cell began to ring. Pulling it out I see ‘Breanna’. I let out a sigh then hitting talk.
“Hello cousin.” Was all I would able to get out.
“Man, don’t yell I have such a killer headache.”
“Really! You want to know what I have?” I could now feel Harry watching me.
I didn’t wait for her to answer. “A husband!” I yelled.
Her side of the phone went dead.
“I knew I shouldn’t have listened to you.” I said “‘Get out of the house. Stop eating chocolate, change out of those PJ’s.’” I said in a voice that was close to his.
“I didn’t…” She started to say.
“If you just let me deal with my brokenhearted the way I wanted to, I wouldn’t be here, married.”
“But…” I cut her off.
“I would rather be house in my PJ’s eating chocolate, then here.” I said.
Looking up, I could see Harry was hurt by what I said. I felt bad but he didn’t seem to care that what he said hurt me.
“Just get a….”
“Why? Is he madly in love with you?” She asked.
“No, it’s because of who he is.” I turned away from Harry.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not explaining it to you. You told be that you wouldn’t let me out of your site.” I said.
She was my older cousin but she didn’t act like it. I aced like the older one. And for the first time I let her talk me into something. Now, I’m stuck with someone who might as well hate me.
“Well, I was drunk and you were dancing with some guy who, by the way had some cute friends wit him, so I thought you were fine. And that’s the last thing I remember because after I took a few too many drinks and the rest is blank.”
“Well, just so you know, you weren’t at the wedding.” I said then hanged up the phone. I wasn’t in the mood for her games or attitude. There was a knock at the door I just looked at Harry who still seemed hurt by what I said. He messed up his hair before walking over and answering the door.