Summer lark

Chapter thirty three Carmella

I love Mary Poppins, I know almost all the songs from one and two. Though I'd say I liked one a tad bit more than the two.

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I can't believe I didn't get an invite. At least maybe a text or something. My own brother had gotten married. Who was his best man? Who's Iris? Is she nice? Does she love him? Does he love her? I haven't even talked to this woman who is now my sister-in-law and could bare my niece and or nephew. Will I be the kids only aunt? Will I even be a part of their lives? Does Iris have any siblings? Is she pretty? Will she live up to the expectations I have for someone to be with my brother?

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It's been a few weeks since the phone call. Eden, Clara, Serena, and Ocean have all sense left, and Royal and I are still steadily in the friendzone.

"You know, we never talked about what you're going to do about the cookout."

"What is there to talk about?"

"Liza told you to bring me."

"I'll tell her we broke up or something."

"I want to go."

"No you don't, mom's side of the family is crazy."

"Then you'll need back up to make you stay sane."

"You're not coming Royal."

"I think I am."

"I think you're wrong."

"Why can't I come?"

"I already told you."

"No, you were making an excuse. What's the real reason? Are you embarrassed of me?"

"Absolutely not, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about, we're just friends."

"Not what Liza thinks, she thinks I'm completely smitten with you."

"Oh right, why on god's green earth would you tell her we're dating?"

"Seemed more reasonable than telling her I was a friend but a little more than a friend but a little less than a boyfriend."

"So you should have said friend."

"Seeming as though her reaction when I told her it's a recent thing. I don't think she would have reacted better to friend."

"Good point. What's today's date?"

"August thirtieth."

"The what?"

"Thirtieth."

"Yeah yeah, I heard you dummy. Shit, that gives us three days. If you're coming, start packing, I'll see when the soonest flight to Maine is from here." I say getting up. I go to my house and start packing some stuff.

"Wave, you wanna go for a ride? Yeah, does riding sound fun?" I say scratching behind her ear. The next flight to Maine from here is in three hours.

"Hey siri, call gilipollas(dickhead)."

"Hello." Royal says, answering immediately.

"Hey, the next flight to Maine is in three hours."

"Ok, I'm almost all packed."

"You packed some warmer clothes right? It might be warm during the day but not like here, and it'll cool off fast at night. Also you owe me three hundred dollars because I bought our tickets, and what else what else, oh we're staying at the cottage where the cook out will be on sunday. Our flight is at four a.m. on Monday. I think that covers everything, meet me outside in like a half hour."