Post by SKYLAR VALENTINE on Jan 3, 2014 0:51:48 GMT -8
**THIS IS A PAST THREAD TO THE DAY AFTER MASONS WEDDING**
Summer worn skin peeked out from underneath Egyptian cotton sheets, two long legs glowing from the morning sun exposure. The time was 9am, and the night before had been almost the longest day in her existence. There were few things that Skylar wouldn’t do for a friend in need – behind her arrogant mask was a true friend who just needed some warming up to before you jumped into her personal space and demanded all the things in the world from her. Mason George was by far one of the closest friends that the woman had in her life, and although guilt rattled through her like no tomorrow, she had dug her heels in and refused to attend what people were starting to call ‘The wedding of the century”. That’s right folks, the handsome bachelor finally tied the knot. Surprised? You should be, because it wasn’t with Skylar Valentine.
Spite and jealousy was some major attributing factors to why she decided not to attend, but also because she didn’t want to be in the spotlight. A month beforehand, rumor around campus was that the two were spotted ring shopping for their own wedding, not the eloping of some big busted idiot from Texas and the love of Skylars life. The rumors had been nice to hear, it had surely put a mighty knot in the newly crowned Mrs George’s panties, and Mason had been in hot water until he buckled and showed the sneaky little rat the ring that she now currently wore on her left hand. Mason had come up with the plan that since there weren’t too many men in his life that would ever step up to the plate of being his ‘best man’, and in fact his best friend since he hit his pre-pubescent stage had indeed been gawky little Skylar, there was no surprise when she was asked by him to be his ‘best lady’.
Of course, because she was dressed in her ‘I’ve got attitude’ pyjamas and her hair was tangled atop of her head like a birds nest, it was clear to all that miss Valentine had indeed been absent at her best friends wedding. Did she feel bad? Certainly. Did she trust herself not to make a scene like in the movies where the best friend would stand up and declare her love for him in front of all his friends and family? No, so she stayed home. The woman hadn’t even bothered looking at her phone that morning, knowing she’d only see angry texts and voicemail alerts from ‘Maseybear’ on the front of her screen.
Of course she felt horrible about it, so when 10 am rolled around, she decided she’d get up and do something for the day.
Rolling out of bed and into the shower, the woman let the hot water run down her back, melting away all of the negative thoughts she had towards Mason’s new bride. If she ever wanted to see him again, she’d have to at least act as if she was happy about the two of them being together, even if her heart squeezed painfully whenever she thought about the fact that she was the woman he saw just before he fell asleep every night. Her eyes burned, tears threatening to fall as her forehead leant against the wall in the shower. Skye had become very good at sulking at times like these. Crying naked in her shower wasn’t the best look for the girl, but she had a lot of pent in emotions she needed to get out.
Once out of the shower, she lounged infront of her TV until around 4pm when she realized she was still wearing only a thong and bra. Putting on one of her nighties, she thought she might as well settle in for the night. The knock on the door was what really surprised her. Who would be coming over at such a weird time in the day. Lucky for the visitor, Skylar rarely got out of the bathroom without at least foundation and mascara on, so although she looked plain for whoever was on the other side, she still looked glowing and beautiful. Opening the door, not really caring how little the nighty left for imagination, her mouth gaped open. ”What are you doing here?”
Summer worn skin peeked out from underneath Egyptian cotton sheets, two long legs glowing from the morning sun exposure. The time was 9am, and the night before had been almost the longest day in her existence. There were few things that Skylar wouldn’t do for a friend in need – behind her arrogant mask was a true friend who just needed some warming up to before you jumped into her personal space and demanded all the things in the world from her. Mason George was by far one of the closest friends that the woman had in her life, and although guilt rattled through her like no tomorrow, she had dug her heels in and refused to attend what people were starting to call ‘The wedding of the century”. That’s right folks, the handsome bachelor finally tied the knot. Surprised? You should be, because it wasn’t with Skylar Valentine.
Spite and jealousy was some major attributing factors to why she decided not to attend, but also because she didn’t want to be in the spotlight. A month beforehand, rumor around campus was that the two were spotted ring shopping for their own wedding, not the eloping of some big busted idiot from Texas and the love of Skylars life. The rumors had been nice to hear, it had surely put a mighty knot in the newly crowned Mrs George’s panties, and Mason had been in hot water until he buckled and showed the sneaky little rat the ring that she now currently wore on her left hand. Mason had come up with the plan that since there weren’t too many men in his life that would ever step up to the plate of being his ‘best man’, and in fact his best friend since he hit his pre-pubescent stage had indeed been gawky little Skylar, there was no surprise when she was asked by him to be his ‘best lady’.
Of course, because she was dressed in her ‘I’ve got attitude’ pyjamas and her hair was tangled atop of her head like a birds nest, it was clear to all that miss Valentine had indeed been absent at her best friends wedding. Did she feel bad? Certainly. Did she trust herself not to make a scene like in the movies where the best friend would stand up and declare her love for him in front of all his friends and family? No, so she stayed home. The woman hadn’t even bothered looking at her phone that morning, knowing she’d only see angry texts and voicemail alerts from ‘Maseybear’ on the front of her screen.
Of course she felt horrible about it, so when 10 am rolled around, she decided she’d get up and do something for the day.
Rolling out of bed and into the shower, the woman let the hot water run down her back, melting away all of the negative thoughts she had towards Mason’s new bride. If she ever wanted to see him again, she’d have to at least act as if she was happy about the two of them being together, even if her heart squeezed painfully whenever she thought about the fact that she was the woman he saw just before he fell asleep every night. Her eyes burned, tears threatening to fall as her forehead leant against the wall in the shower. Skye had become very good at sulking at times like these. Crying naked in her shower wasn’t the best look for the girl, but she had a lot of pent in emotions she needed to get out.
Once out of the shower, she lounged infront of her TV until around 4pm when she realized she was still wearing only a thong and bra. Putting on one of her nighties, she thought she might as well settle in for the night. The knock on the door was what really surprised her. Who would be coming over at such a weird time in the day. Lucky for the visitor, Skylar rarely got out of the bathroom without at least foundation and mascara on, so although she looked plain for whoever was on the other side, she still looked glowing and beautiful. Opening the door, not really caring how little the nighty left for imagination, her mouth gaped open. ”What are you doing here?”