Joe heard something in the corridor.
It was this sound from the room, which you will never want to hear from your parents’ bedroom. If you know what I mean. Joe wasn’t very curious about another people’s life, but at this moment he knew – that will be interesting even for Joe. He stopped behind this room and started to hear something. He heard the voice of his best friend. Suddenly the door opened and Joe saw dishevelled blonde girl and Steve.- Dude, what the hell are you doing? – Joe started to yell at his best friend. - Can you be pleased a little quieter? Someone can hear you. - Really? Someone already heard you two? - Do not be a prude! You are my bro, right, you wouldn’t tell Joan, would you? – Steve smirked tricky. - Damn you, are you kidding? You have a wedding in two hours. - Yeah, exactly two hours of being a bachelor. - You are such jerk, Joan definitely deserves better! - What do I deserve, darling? – A voice thundered like a lightning in a room. Only one look at Joan made Steve’s blood run cold. - It is not what you are thinking. I can explain everything. – Steve was like a scared mouse. - Shut up, I need to tell you something. – Joan stopped Steve’s whining. – I’ve been thinking about this since your proposal. I can’t lie to you. I do not want wedding, I never did. I love someone else. Steve became red as his funny angry tomato. - What? You can’t love another man. You love me. Who is this bastard? I want to kill him.
Joan was so calm, she smiled and her sweet voice and said:
- She is right behind you. Finally blonde girl firstly said something.
- I knew this! I knew this! I wanted to show you how is your fiancé disgusting! I love you since 9th grade! – Blondie kissed bride, grabbed Joan’s hand and they ran away. Steve stood for a couple of seconds in shock and rushed after them in pursuit. Joe froze in the middle of room, shocked by all this drama. Aunt Petty touched his hand asked softly: - Honey, what did happen? Where are Joan and Steve? - Aunt, can you please bring me vodka?
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