Chapter 1. No hate towards anybody in this story. x

-Sarah’s POV- This is exciting. Six days. Just six more days until I get married to Christian. I’d be Sarah Elizabeth Beadles.
I love everything about him; eyes, personality, smile, how he’s sweet and funny and loving. I could go on, but I don’t want to. Haha.
"Chris, are you done?" I asked.
Christian was booking a flight to Paris for our honeymoon.
"Yeah, babe. Wait one second." He clicked the mouse a few times, then he logged off.
"Done."
He smiled at me, standing up and walking over to me.
I was on the bed. He climbed on top of me.
His smile his heartwarming. You could melt.
"I can’t believe that in six days, I’d be Sarah Beadles."
"Well, believe it. You’ll be part of the Beadles family." He leaned down and connected our lips.
I leaned up, deepening the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck. It turns intense.
I flipped us over, so that I was on top. I started moving my hips on his crotch. He started to moan quietly.
I stopped and kissed his neck. I slowly lifted up his shirt. I moved my hands up and down his abs. I pulled away.
"Chris…"
"I know, we can do it later on." I smiled.
I’m not really ready to have sex. I’ve thought about it… but never really done it.
He smiled and lifted me off of him to sit up.
He took off his shirt. I looked at his abs. They were… amazing.
"Nice, huh? I did it all for you." He said doing the cheesy ‘At-the-movies-yawn-and-arm-around-shoulder’ thing. I rolled my eyes laughing at him.
“Yeah, sureeee.” He smiled.
His phone then started to ring. He gets up and goes to answer it.
“It’s Justin…” I bit my lip.
Justin and I don’t really talk to each other. We talk to each other, but it’s just a miniature conversation. Not really a interesting convo though… but it counts as talking right?
Ehh whatever.
Christian goes off into the hallway to talk. I just start to play with my hair.
He walks back in.
“Sarah, Justin wants me to go play basketball with him. Can I?”
Can he? Maybe.  Is he capable?
“I don’t know, can you?” I smirked. He rolled his eyes.
“Ugh. MAY I?” He corrected, adding emphasis on ‘may’. I laugh.
“Yes, you can go.” He smiled and went back into the hallway then soon came back in to change.
He changed into blue basketball shorts, a plain white shirt, a expensive pair of Nike’s.
We heard someone knock on the door.
“Sarah, can you get that, I have to find my ball.” I laugh. I’m so dirty minded.
I got off the bed and walked downstairs. I walked over to the door and looked in the peephole.
Why, even though I knew it was Justin? Because one time, it actually happened a few times, I opened the door, and Paparazzi’s flashes made the inside of my house look like a club. The Paparazzi threw many questions at me asking what happened to Justin and I’s relationship ‘cause we never told the public what happened. They only know he cheated, but it was more than that.
Anyway, back to the present, I saw Justin and Jasmine- Wait, why’s she here? Ugh. Whatever. Why do I care? I’ll just ignore her. I opened the door.
“Hi.” I simply stated.
I moved aside to let them in.
“Hi, Sarah,” Justin said softly, “Where’s Chris?” He asked going over to the counter to set his sports bag down.
“Oh, he’s looking for his ball.” He tried to hide his laugh. He got it.
Jasmine just stood there, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. Chris came down.
“I found my ball.” I giggled, Justin laughed.
Chris looked confused, but then realized it.
“Oh, real mature.” I smiled.
I walked over to the fridge and got out 3 bottles of water. I walked over to Chris and handed them to him, and he handed the other two to Justin and Jasmine.
“Sarah, you’re not coming with us?” I shook my head.
“I wanna relax here. You know?” Chris nodded as I responded to his question.
I smiled.
I took a glance over at Justin, only to see he had a sad face on and was looking at me, but quickly turned away when he saw I looked at him.
Why does he look sad?
I shook it off.
“Well, we better get going,” Chris sad putting his basketball and water bottle inside his gym bag,
“Love you, Sarah.” He said leaning in to kiss me. I leaned in as well. Our lips connected.
I felt a little uncomfortable kissing in front of Justin like this. I mean, I still love him, but I love Christian more. It’s so hard, y’know?
We pulled away and he hugged me. I saw Justin’s, in the corner of my eye, face turn a little red.
I pulled away from Chris.
“Love you, too. Have fun.” He winked saying he will.
I said bye to the rest. Justin responded nervously, but Jasmine just rolled her eyes and turned on her heel and walked out the door. I just shrugged it off.
I saw them walk out the door.
I kept my eyes on Justin.
Damn, he looked hot. He wore red basketball shorts and a dark blue V-Neck.
Wait, what am I thinking?! I’m getting married to Christian! I have GOT to stop thinking about Justin. He cheated on me, he lost his chance. He screwed up. But why did he have an upset face when I took a quick glance at him? And why did he look mad when I hugged Chris? Was he Jealous? Mad? Sad? All? Possibly.
I walked over to the couch and sat down. I turned the TV on to Spongebob. I love this show! It’s awesome. I don’t care if you hate it, but I LOVE it. And Nickelodeon was having a Marathon. YES! I smiled at my childish mind.

About 30 minutes later, I found myself dozing off. I fell asleep. 

Chapter 1. No hate towards anybody in this story. x

-Sarah’s POV- This is exciting. Six days. Just six more days until I get married to Christian. I’d be Sarah Elizabeth Beadles.

I love everything about him; eyes, personality, smile, how he’s sweet and funny and loving. I could go on, but I don’t want to. Haha.

"Chris, are you done?" I asked.

Christian was booking a flight to Paris for our honeymoon.

"Yeah, babe. Wait one second." He clicked the mouse a few times, then he logged off.

"Done."

He smiled at me, standing up and walking over to me.

I was on the bed. He climbed on top of me.

His smile his heartwarming. You could melt.

"I can’t believe that in six days, I’d be Sarah Beadles."

"Well, believe it. You’ll be part of the Beadles family." He leaned down and connected our lips.

I leaned up, deepening the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck. It turns intense.

I flipped us over, so that I was on top. I started moving my hips on his crotch. He started to moan quietly.

I stopped and kissed his neck. I slowly lifted up his shirt. I moved my hands up and down his abs. I pulled away.

"Chris…"

"I know, we can do it later on." I smiled.

I’m not really ready to have sex. I’ve thought about it… but never really done it.

He smiled and lifted me off of him to sit up.

He took off his shirt. I looked at his abs. They were… amazing.

"Nice, huh? I did it all for you." He said doing the cheesy ‘At-the-movies-yawn-and-arm-around-shoulder’ thing. I rolled my eyes laughing at him.

“Yeah, sureeee.” He smiled.

His phone then started to ring. He gets up and goes to answer it.

“It’s Justin…” I bit my lip.

Justin and I don’t really talk to each other. We talk to each other, but it’s just a miniature conversation. Not really a interesting convo though… but it counts as talking right?

Ehh whatever.

Christian goes off into the hallway to talk. I just start to play with my hair.

He walks back in.

“Sarah, Justin wants me to go play basketball with him. Can I?”

Can he? Maybe.  Is he capable?

“I don’t know, can you?” I smirked. He rolled his eyes.

“Ugh. MAY I?” He corrected, adding emphasis on ‘may’. I laugh.

“Yes, you can go.” He smiled and went back into the hallway then soon came back in to change.

He changed into blue basketball shorts, a plain white shirt, a expensive pair of Nike’s.

We heard someone knock on the door.

“Sarah, can you get that, I have to find my ball.” I laugh. I’m so dirty minded.

I got off the bed and walked downstairs. I walked over to the door and looked in the peephole.

Why, even though I knew it was Justin? Because one time, it actually happened a few times, I opened the door, and Paparazzi’s flashes made the inside of my house look like a club. The Paparazzi threw many questions at me asking what happened to Justin and I’s relationship ‘cause we never told the public what happened. They only know he cheated, but it was more than that.

Anyway, back to the present, I saw Justin and Jasmine- Wait, why’s she here? Ugh. Whatever. Why do I care? I’ll just ignore her. I opened the door.

“Hi.” I simply stated.

I moved aside to let them in.

“Hi, Sarah,” Justin said softly, “Where’s Chris?” He asked going over to the counter to set his sports bag down.

“Oh, he’s looking for his ball.” He tried to hide his laugh. He got it.

Jasmine just stood there, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. Chris came down.

“I found my ball.” I giggled, Justin laughed.

Chris looked confused, but then realized it.

“Oh, real mature.” I smiled.

I walked over to the fridge and got out 3 bottles of water. I walked over to Chris and handed them to him, and he handed the other two to Justin and Jasmine.

“Sarah, you’re not coming with us?” I shook my head.

“I wanna relax here. You know?” Chris nodded as I responded to his question.

I smiled.

I took a glance over at Justin, only to see he had a sad face on and was looking at me, but quickly turned away when he saw I looked at him.

Why does he look sad?

I shook it off.

“Well, we better get going,” Chris sad putting his basketball and water bottle inside his gym bag,

“Love you, Sarah.” He said leaning in to kiss me. I leaned in as well. Our lips connected.

I felt a little uncomfortable kissing in front of Justin like this. I mean, I still love him, but I love Christian more. It’s so hard, y’know?

We pulled away and he hugged me. I saw Justin’s, in the corner of my eye, face turn a little red.

I pulled away from Chris.

“Love you, too. Have fun.” He winked saying he will.

I said bye to the rest. Justin responded nervously, but Jasmine just rolled her eyes and turned on her heel and walked out the door. I just shrugged it off.

I saw them walk out the door.

I kept my eyes on Justin.

Damn, he looked hot. He wore red basketball shorts and a dark blue V-Neck.

Wait, what am I thinking?! I’m getting married to Christian! I have GOT to stop thinking about Justin. He cheated on me, he lost his chance. He screwed up. But why did he have an upset face when I took a quick glance at him? And why did he look mad when I hugged Chris? Was he Jealous? Mad? Sad? All? Possibly.

I walked over to the couch and sat down. I turned the TV on to Spongebob. I love this show! It’s awesome. I don’t care if you hate it, but I LOVE it. And Nickelodeon was having a Marathon. YES! I smiled at my childish mind.

About 30 minutes later, I found myself dozing off. I fell asleep. 

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