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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 21729

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


''What if I told you that your bride-to-be has somehow ran away?'' Dimitri appears from the door, his hand gripping tightly onto his phone as he looks at me with slight worry—causing my eyes to wander across his face in search for lies.

Just as I'm about to speak up, he has already burst out into laughters before entering the room and closing the door behind him. ''You, nugget. You should've seen the look on your face. Can we do that again because I need to record it?'' He raises his?jet black?phone up with a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying my reaction.

''That was not funny, '' I reply as I turn to look at the mirror again, fixing my tie. ''In fact, you shouldn't joke around with things like that. What if my mother heard you?'' I question before I start to take a few steps away from the mirror, eyeing down my suit; wanting myself to look very attractive and mouth-watering on my wedding day.

He rolls his eyes, ''Diana and apparently, most of the?XX?chromosomes in your family are with Kenna.'' He continues to speak as his lips curve up into a smile, ''I also heard that she's very beautiful today. I'm not sure if you'll be able to stand up straight when you see her, ''

''Who?'' I ask, continuing to eye myself in the mirror before turning to look at him.

''Kenna. Obviously, '' He replies.

''I thought she has always been beautiful? How can she be any different today?'' My questions seem to have cause him to laugh, again. His lips remain curved as he mutters quite something under his breath in?French—something I would be able to understand if he'd speak a little bit more louder than just mumbling.

''You. . . my man, has a lot to learn.'' He takes a seat, ''I'll tell you 'I told you so' when you see her walk down the aisle. The moment your breath hitches, your hands shake and your lips remain speechless at the sight of her beauty. . . that's when you'll lose grip of gravity. Trust me, I've been there.'' He says, confidently without a slight fear of being wrong.

''You know what, Dimitri? Sometimes I don't understand you, '' I reply before looking up at the door, seeing my father standing with a smile on his face.

Marc, my father, looks down at me with?proud?and happiness glistering in his eyes. He takes a few steps towards me, ''You clean up well, son. Your mother and I will always be happy for you and proud of every decision you make, '' He says, leaving me nodding my head with a smile.

All of a sudden, Alain appears near the door with Ava holding onto his hand. As soon as she sees me, her eyes widen before running towards me—causing me to pick her up from her feet. Her lips curve up into a smile as she bursts into laughters, ''Uncle?Gabby, you look pretty.'' She says, both of her arms wrapping around my neck.

Both Alain and father watch with smiles on their faces.

Uncle Gabby. . . Ava calls me that ever since she learned how to talk. Just because she heard her grandmother calling me 'Gabriel' all the time whenever she's being serious and that's where she picked up the pieces—decided to call me Gabby. At first, I wasn't very fond of it but it started to sound?cute, coming from her mouth.

I did search about the name Gabby on the internet when Dimitri told me it matches my personality whenever I nag. Apparently, Gabby means excessively or annoyingly talkative. That was definitely not true. . . I am not excessively or annoyingly talkative. In fact, I do not nag.

''What about me, Ava? We played dolls together, '' Dimitri starts to speak up as he pretends to be slightly hurt from not receiving any compliments from her, ''We even had our own tea time and I thought it meant something in our friendship, '' He adds, crossing his arms.

Ava chuckles, leaning closer towards me. ''You look okay, Dim.''

Dimitri is being called Dim by Ava. She likes giving people nicknames of her own choice because it's easier for her to pronounce and remember. Unlike my given name Gabby, I actually tease him with the name Dim because it's easily mistaken for Dim Sum. Ever since then, he wouldn't want to get anywhere near Chinese food—what a funny excuse?

''I think I look more than okay. Probably, perfect but beautiful, at least.'' He turns to look at Alain, ''One of the reasons why I taught my son to say nice words to people because sometimes, the truth can hurt.'' He says, leaving Alain to scoff at his childish behaviour.

Just as the four of us men, start to enjoy the company of Ava, my wedding planner starts to knock onto the door before stepping in—her eyes wandering around the room. ''Ava, honey. Are you ready to go and walk down the aisle with Aunt Kenna? We better get you in position, '' She says and I slowly place her down on the ground, letting her run towards Marie.

''We better get going, then.'' Alain says.

My eyes wander to the mirror beside me, staring at myself a little bit longer than before; wanting to look handsome—especially in Kenna's eyes. Instead of finding myself staring at her in awe or losing the ability to stand straight when I see her, I'd want her to find herself pulled towards me as her heart beats fast when she sees me.

''Father, would you please give us a moment?'' Alain asks, looking at our father who nods his head and walks out of the room with Dimitri trailing behind him.

Even though this whole wedding and marriage is planned, I want it to be one of the best memories we've ever had in our friendship. I want to be able to talk about it when we grow older other than just seeing it as something. . . unwanted or fake. It'd be better if we can see it as a memory worth telling or worth knowing.

''Cold feet?'' He asks, making me turn to look at him.

There are differences between Alain and I but there are also a lot of similarities. We're quite the opposite when it comes to our personality or attitude but when it comes to our features, we can actually be mistaken as fraternal twins. Other than that, both of our bodies are lean but his are slightly bigger than mine, yet it's unseen without observation.

''No. . . not really. Just scared if I might trip, '' I answer, leaving him laughing at my respond before joining him, afterwards.

He clears his throat, ''I was at your spot once and I know how it feels like. There's a lot of fun things when it comes to getting married, especially to the love of your life but there are also a lot of responsibilities. You're no longer a single man and things will start to chang

utiful everyday. Honestly, I think I drooled a little bit and I'm only telling this to show how you are very mesmerising.'' I reply and she leans closer, wrapping his hands around my neck before letting out soft chuckles.

''You're welcome. I want to thank you for everything that you've done for me, too. There's no one out there that can replace you and I mean it. . . you will always be my best friend. No matter what we go through, we'll go through it together. Okay?'' She raises her right hand and I look down to find her lifting her pinky finger.

As my lips are curving up into a smile, I let my pinky finger entwine with hers and we both start to chuckle at one another—letting the cameras flash at us.

''I have a surprise for you. I'll be back, '' She whispers near my ear before walking away until she's out of my sight, Mia and Harley following behind her.

My eyes wander around to look for something particular that would come out as a surprise but my eyes landed on Julia who has a wide smile on her face as she heads towards me. Not just that but my mother is also trailing behind her which causes me to groan slightly but the smile never fading away from my face.

''Julia!'' I exclaim as she pulls me in for a hug.

''Welcome to the family!'' She says before patting onto my back which causes me to join her in laughters while my mother stands beside us with a glass of wine in her hand. ''You've made me the happiest mother alive for making my daughter happy. Thank you, '' She adds.

''Julia, that's—''

She cuts me off by patting onto my back again, causing me to yelp. ''Stop calling me Julia. You better start calling me?mum?because we're a family, now. If you ever call me Julia again, I'm not going to be very happy about it.'' She continues to speak, her voice sounding slightly drunk but very much sober.

''I need more wine. Diana come with me, '' Julia—mum, walks away with an empty glass.

My mother places her hand at the side of my face, ''We'll talk later.'' She says before walking away with Julia, leaving me eyeing them from behind. They both continue to talk about a few things but are unheard due to the distance between us.

All of a sudden, Yoncé?by?Beyoncé?starts to play which causes me to furrow my eyebrows as I turn around, trying to find if someone might've turned it on by mistake. Shoving both of my hands into my slacks' pockets, I turn to look at the two doors opening, revealing Kenna but in a shorter wedding dress, hair down in waves and eyes are staring at me directly.

''See me up in the club with?fifty-leven?girls. Posted in the back diamond fangs in my grill, Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low. Every boy in here with me got that smoke and every girl in here gotta look me up and down. All on Instagram, cake by the pound, circulate the image every time I come around. G's up, tell me how I'm looking, babe, '' She starts to sing which causes everyone to cheer loudly, leaving me smiling at her—eyeing down her toned body.

Both of her blue eyes meet mine immediately before making her way towards me, causing me to stand still as she continues to sing. ''Boy, this all for you, just walk my way. Just tell me how it's looking, babe. I do this all for you, baby, just take aim and tell me how it's looking, babe. And tell me how I'm looking, babe.'' She runs her hand around my body and up to the side of my face, leaving me smirking down at her.

''Drop the bass, man, the bass get lower. Radio say,"speed it up," I just go slower, high like treble, puffing on them mids. The man?ain't?ever seen a booty like this, '' She points at her butt and the crowd claps, wooing even louder than before—leaving me chuckling but not placing a hand on her, at all.

They start to clap according to the beat as I turn to look at Alain, staring directly at Harley who is currently becoming one of Kenna's backup dancers with Mia. He has a smirk plastered on his face as he takes a sip of his wine, enjoying his wife's dancing to seductively attract him.

Just as I take a seat behind me, I start to see Kenna making her way towards me before sitting on my lap—wrapping her arms around my neck as she eyes down my lips. ''Do you like the surprise?'' She asks, her other hand on the side of my face.

With my lips curving up into a smirk, I pull her closer.

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