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         Nothing but net.
         “While I appreciate your intentions, I don’t think this is something you can just ‘set up’, Aggie.  Laney is a real person with real feelings—as am I.  If it’s meant to be…it’ll happen.”
         “Oh, it’s going to happen.” She waggled her eyebrows.  “It’s inevitable.  I can see it now.” Whirling around and placing the ice cream on the counter, she hugged her arms around herself and turned to face him once more.  “You’re going to grab her up in your big strong arms and kiss the daylights out of her.  She’ll swoon from the mere sexiness of your presence!  Then we’ll have to have a double wedding because you’ll be ridiculously in love.”
         Dropping his head and releasing a snort of amusement, Benji opened the door to grab another beer.
         “You’ve lost your mind.” He commented.  “I doubt anything like that is going to happen.  Marriage and me?”
         “Why not?”
         “I don’t really think I’m the marrying type.  Sure, I can be a great boyfriend—but a husband?  Really?”
         “Don’t say that.” Her smile faded and her expression became somber.  “Please don’t say that, Benji.  If you say you can never be a husband, then that means I can never be a…well, whatever I may become to someone.  Lydia is about to become someone’s wife and if she can do it, well, damn it! We can, too.  We have just as much right, don’t we?”
         “Y-yeah, we do.” His eyebrows pinched together as he watched her shift her weight from one foot to the other nervously.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  “Aggie, are you okay?”
         “I’m fine.” She blinked.  “I’m just tired.  I think I need to lie down.”
         The sudden change of mood gave him whiplash, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to confront her during such a delicate time.
         I need Lydia’s help.  
         Abandoning the container of ice cream, Aggie silently turned around and disappeared down the hallway.  Her bedroom door slammed and Benji winced.
         “Fuck.” He muttered, wiping his hand down the length of his face.
         What was happening to his best friend?
        
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Laney
     
         “I really like the baby blue, but I also really like the lavender.  What do you think, Laney?”
         Glancing away from the TV, Laney stared at the two pieces of fabric her sister was holding up and sighed.  “I’m a purple lover, Lydia.  My opinion will be totally biased.”
         “That’s okay.” Lydia smiled, lowering both pieces of fabric to her lap.  “I’m a purple lover, too.  Are you okay?”
         “I’m fine. You really need to stop asking that.”  Sinking back on the couch, she tucked her legs beneath herself and focused her attention on the episode of Supernatural currently playing.
         “But I’m not going to stop asking.”
         The TV turned off and Laney muttered beneath her breath, giving her sister a side-eyed glare. 
         “Laney, you’ve been acting weird for the last little while and I want to know what’s going on.”
         “You’ve got a wedding to worry about—I’m fine, seriously.”
         Lydia sighed.  It was a long, dramatic sigh and Laney knew it meant she was growing impatient with her; she’d done the very same thing many times when they were younger.
         “How many times do I have to tell you that a silly wedding will never be as important to me as you are?”
         Ugh.  Why did Lydia have to make her feel so bad?  She knew that there was a bond between them that was stronger than anything else was in the world, but why couldn’t her sister just understand she didn’t want to worry her?  There wasn’t really anything to worry about anyway…right?
         “Laney, please.” Lydia