AMY POV
I am definitely, 100% drunk. My head feels like it's floating somewhere near the trees, and Freya had the brilliant—or maybe terrible—idea to hike over to the boys' side of the park. Why? I don't know. Wait, yes I do. Edrix. It's always because of Edrix.
Then there's Sarah. She flew in early to surprise Jay for the wedding, and man, Jay nearly fainted when she saw her. Sarah had slipped away to use the bathroom right before Keifer arrived to "kidnap" Jay, so she missed the whole romantic drama.
"Woah, who is he?" Sarah asked, nudging me and pointing at a guy standing by the bonfire.
I squinted, trying to make my vision stop doubling. I tapped my forehead, trying to jumpstart my brain to remember his name. Right. David.
"That's David," I slurred, grinning at her. "Section E. He'd be a great match for you, girl."
"He is hot," Sarah whispered, her eyes locked on target. She started heading straight toward him.
David is usually the perfect gentleman, the "good boy" of the group, but Sarah? Sarah has a way of bringing out the naughty side of anyone. I started giggling just thinking about it. NO, NO, AMY! Don't think dirty thoughts!
Just as I was about to lose my battle with gravity—because, let's face it, I drank way too much—the ground started coming toward me. But instead of the grass, I hit something hard and warm. Someone caught me.
I looked up, blinking slowly at the scowling face above me.
"Heyyyyy, Horoscope!" I chirped, poking Aries in the chest.
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ARIES POV
This girl. Seriously? "Horoscope." I'm 100% sure this is Jay-Jay's fault. She probably spent the whole car ride over here teaching the girls how to annoy me.
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my patience. "How many times did I tell you not to call me that?" I asked, bracing my hands on her shoulders to keep her from tilting over.
Amy didn't answer. Instead, she leaned in close—way too close—and squinted at my face like she was trying to read a map.
"What?" I asked, leaning back a bit.
"Why are your eyebrows so bushy?" she asked, a finger coming up to poke right at the space between my eyes.
I froze, completely confused. "What?" I reached up, touching my eyebrows. I mean, okay, I know they're a bit thick, but "bushy"? Really?
"Don't cover them!" Amy complained, shooing my hand away with a huff. "They kind of look hot on you. Like... rugged."
Without even realizing it, I felt a smirk tug at the corner of my mouth. No one has ever called my eyebrows "hot" before. Most people are too busy being intimidated by the scowl underneath them.
"Hey, pinch me. Am I dreaming?" she asked, her head lolling back as she looked at me.
I didn't hesitate. I gave her arm a sharp little pinch.
"Ouch! Okay, nope, I'm not dreaming," she giggled, rubbing the spot. Then she looked back up at me and her expression softened. "You look good smiling. Why don't you smile more? You look way more handsome when you aren't being grumpy. Why are you so grumpy all the time?"
She was pointing a finger at me like she was scolding a child. I stared down at her, making a mental note that she is never allowed to touch alcohol again. Not on my watch.
"Is it because you miss your EX? What was her name again?" Amy's face suddenly shifted from giggly to a mix of sadness and pure disgust. "Ella."
The name hit the air like a lead weight. I went stiff.
"Right. Ella," she muttered, her lip trembling slightly. "Are you grumpy because you want her back?"
I looked at Amy—really looked at her. Her eyes were shiny with tears that had nothing to do with the beer.
"No, Amy," I said, my voice dropping its harsh edge. I grabbed her hand before she could poke me again. "I'm not thinking about her. And I definitely don't want her back."
"Promise?" she whispered, swaying into my space.
"I promise," I muttered, looking away because the way she was looking at me was making my chest feel tight. "Now come on. Let's get you some water before you start asking about my middle school crushes."
"Too late!" she chirped, her mood flipping back to chaotic in a heartbeat. "I bet you were a nerd!"
I groaned, hauling her along toward the cooler. Saturday couldn't come fast enough. If I survived this pre-wedding night, it would be a miracle.
"Aries," Amy called out, her voice suddenly quiet and small.
"What?" I asked, looking down at her. She was barely holding onto my arm anymore, her gaze fixed on the toes of her shoes.
"Do you, by any chance… love anyone?" she asked.
I froze. For a split second, I felt like my heart had stopped. Does she know? Did I make it that obvious? I'm usually the one who keeps the cool, the one who doesn't let anyone see what I'm feeling, but with her, it was getting harder to hide.
"Why?" I asked, my voice sounding a lot rougher than I intended.
"I don't know. Do you?" she pressed, looking up at me with those big, glassy eyes.
I took a breath, the smell of the park and the smoke from the bonfire filling my lungs. I was tired of lying. "I do. I do love someone."
"Who's the lucky girl?" she asked, and for the first time tonight, she didn't sound drunk. She sounded sad—completely, heartbreakingly sad.
I stopped walking and turned her to face me, my hands gripping her arms to keep her steady. This girl was so smart when she was sober, but right now, she was being completely oblivious.
"Who do you think?" I asked her, searching her face.
Amy let out a shaky breath and looked away. "I don't know. But whoever it is… they're getting a gentleman. You're a good guy, Aries. Even if you're grumpy."
It felt like a punch to the gut. She really didn't see it.
"Do you love someone?" I asked, the words feeling heavy in my mouth. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer.
"Yes," she said, almost instantly.
A wave of bitterness washed over me. I felt a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy toward whoever was making her feel this way. "Who?" I asked, my grip on her arms tightening slightly.
"It doesn't matter. They said they loved someone else," Amy whispered, her lip trembling.
My blood boiled. Who the hell would tell her that? Who would be stupid enough to have Amy looking at them like that and choose someone else?
"When did this happen?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "When did he tell you that?"
Amy looked up at me, a single tear finally spilling over and rolling down her cheek.
"Now," she said.
I stared at her, the world around us going completely silent. Now? I replayed the last thirty seconds in my head. I do love someone... Who is the lucky girl?... Who do you think?... I don't know...
The realization hit me like a physical blow. She thought I was talking about someone else. She thought the "someone" I loved wasn't the girl standing right in front of me.
"Amy, you idiot," I breathed, but it wasn't an insult.
"I know," she choked out, trying to pull away. "I'm a drunk idiot. Just let me go to my tent, Aries."
"No," I said, pulling her back and cupping her face with my hands so she had to look at me. "Look at me. Look at my bushy eyebrows and my grumpy face and tell me—how could I be talking about anyone else but you?"
Her eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a small 'o'. "What?"
"I wasn't talking about Ella. I wasn't talking about some mystery girl," I said, my heart drumming a rhythm I couldn't control. "The lucky girl is you, Amy. It's always been you."
"Really?" she whispered, her voice trembling. She looked like she was afraid to believe me, her eyes searching mine for any sign that I was joking.
I didn't say a word. I just nodded, my gaze dropping to her lips.
That was all the confirmation she needed. Before I could even draw my next breath, Amy leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't hesitant or shy—it was desperate and honest, fueled by all the beer and all the months of us dancing around each other.
I froze for a split second in pure shock, but then my instincts took over. I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist, lifting her slightly and pulling her flush against me. I wanted to erase every bit of doubt she'd ever had about who I wanted.
The world around us—the bonfire, the distant shouting of Edrix, the wedding stress—it all vanished. There was just the taste of her and the way she was clinging to my jacket like I was the only thing keeping her on the ground.
When we finally pulled apart for air, she rested her forehead against mine, her eyes still closed. She was smiling—a real, dizzy smile that made her look more beautiful than any star in her horoscopes.
"So," she breathed, her voice a little more steady. "I guess my stars were right after all."
"Oh, shut up about the stars," I muttered, but I was grinning. I leaned down and kissed her again, shorter this time, but just as firm. "Come on. Let's get you in a tent
"Wait," Amy said, stopping in her tracks and looking at me with wide eyes. "Does this mean I'm going to be Jay's sister-in-law twice over? If you're a Mariano and Keifer's a Watson... and Jay's a..."
I laughed, tucking her under my arm and leading her away from the chaos. "Don't think about the family tree right now, Amy. Your brain might explode. Just focus on walking straight."
"Fine," she giggled, snuggling into my side. "But for the record, Aries? You really do have the best bushy eyebrows in Section A"
"Go to sleep, Amy," I said, though I couldn't stop the feeling that, for once, everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.
My heart did a dangerous double-take. "Come to my tent, please? Nobody is sharing one with me," she whispered, looking up at me with those pleading, slightly dizzy eyes.
I took a sharp breath, looking over my shoulder. Jare was occupied with Mia, and the rest of the guys were basically corpses in the grass.
I nodded and we went towards her tent
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