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Twenty Nine- I Want It All

It took a few minutes for the shock to wear off, though I could tell by the look on Alex's face that it probably wouldn't wear off him for a long time.

"France," he said slowly. 

"France!" she exclaimed, pulling him in for a hug.  "We're getting married in France!"

Alex looked like he was trying to smile, but couldn't.  Elliot, Lukas, and I were just kind of standing there, unsure of what to say or do.

France.  With a wedding in less than two weeks?  How much fucking money did this bitch make?

Probably a lot, I thought, looking her perfect body up and down.

"You know, Estella," Lukas said, his eyes flicking quickly to mine.  "I have some arts and crafts stuff that I haven't touched in ages.  Glitter and shite like that.  Em was telling me about your centerpieces and I think I have some stuff that might amp them up a bit."

"How sweet of you," she smiled.

He nodded for her to follow him, and Elliot quickly left the room with them, giving Alex and I a window of time to talk.  Was it obvious that I had the absolute most cunning friends in the entire world?

Alex and I turned to each other.   He looked like he wanted to say something, but held back.

"Well," I said.  "You always told me you'd take me to France one day."

He laughed, but didn't smile.  "I didn't really picture it like this."

"How do you feel about it?" I asked him, realizing then that Estella hadn't even bothered to ask Alex's opinion before changing the location. 

He shook his head.  "I don't know."

There was a moment of silence, and words bubble up on my tongue and it really would have been a good idea to just keep my mouth shut, but then I remember our conversation about lying and hiding things.  And if I expected him to be honest with me, then I had to be honest with him.

"Alex," I said, lowering my voice.  "I want to say something, but I don't want you get mad at me."

He looked me over.  "Since when have you ever held back?"

If only he knew.

"It's just..." I said, picking at my nails.  "Estella is perfect.  She suits you, really.  Perfect kissing height as well.  But..."

Alex put his hand under my chin, pulling my chin up so that my eyes met his.  "But what, Dav?"

I took a deep breath.  "But you two couldn't be more different.  And I dunno, Al, I just don't get how you end with so many girls that you have absolutely nothing in common with."

He dropped his hand slowly.  "Estella and I have things in common."

"Like what?" I laughed.  "Does she pretend to be into all the obscure music you're into?  Does she watch old Bond films with you?  I bet she owns as many leather jackets and boots as you, Al, but that doesn't mean a damn thing in the scheme of it all."

He kind of gave me this look that said "Where did this come from?"

And to be completely honest, I didn't really know the answer to that.  I guess I was just kind of pissed that I'd woken up in the most perfect way, with Alex in my bed, but then it was just shattered.  Maybe I was just fed up with watching Alex love people who were all wrong for him.

"And what about you?" he said, raising his voice a little.  "I've seen you with two different guys since I've been back.  And you know what, Dav?  Both of them were complete fucking wankers."