It’s Christmas Eve, exactly a week until Loyalty turns eighteen. Thanks to Brenda’s big ass mouth, everyone now walks around calling Loyalty wifey. She takes it in stride, but every once in a while, I catch her rolling her eyes at the name. “What's your beef with it?” I hear Meme asking her. “I’m not wifey, I’m not even engaged”, she says. “So if Spin asked you to marry him…”, Brenda starts. “Phishhh”, scoffs Loyalty. “I’m not expecting that anytime soon. But if the shoe fits! Honestly, there is no fighting the inevitable. Spin has made it very clear he ain’t ever letting me go willingly”. My baby girl got that right! “But if he did”, Brenda continued. “Yes, I’d say yes”, she admits. “So you’re in love with Spin?”, asks Meme. “Nothing is forced anymore”? “I think so”, she says. “I wanna be here. I wanna be with him. It’s just weird because I don’t exactly know if what I feel is love. I have nothing to compare it to”! “That’s not true, I l
~LALA~ As expected, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Meme is jumping on me first thing in the morning! “Bitch, get up”, she whines. “Really, Meme”, I squeal as she straddles me. “Ugh”, she groans. “How does Spin put up with your ass”? “There is nothing wrong with being a night owl. Maybe I should look into running a business that primarily operates at night”, I told her. “Like what? A strip club?”, she says. “Why is your head always in the gutter?” I asked her, causing her to laugh! “Come ooon”, she whines more. “Let’s get outta here already”! “Fine, let me get dressed. My stuff is already in the car”, I tell her and she claps happily like a five-year-old before climbing off of me. “My bag is by your front door”, she says as I enter my bathroom. I handle my business before dressing in fuzzy pink pajama pants and a black midriff long-sleeve shirt. Meme looks at me and says, “are you serious right now”? “Spin knows I’m not a morning person. Do you wanna go now or complain about wh
I’m headed back to my foster parents’ house for my birthday. Meme rides with me in Spin’s car, unusually quiet, like she’s trying really hard to keep a secret which she doesn’t do too well with! When we pull up in front of the house she squeals, “oh thank God”, before literally diving out of the car and running for her door. Maybe she just needed to use the bathroom, I dunno! But as the day wears on, Meme does her best to avoid me like the plague. I know she knows something she’s trying not to tell me. Since my birthday is tomorrow, I let it go… Whoever made the mistake of telling Meme will suffer her wrath for it sooner or later! My foster parents take me to Red Lobster for dinner, which they usually do on the actual night of my birthday, but I won’t be here tomorrow night. I throw around ideas about attending business school and whether or not we officially change my first name to Lala when they adopt me. Kevin and Maxine are all for me furthering my education, and
The next morning, Loyalty and Meme drove off in my car as I drove my Hummer to the shop. On the way home, I stopped at the jeweler to pick up her ring for tomorrow, and plan out all the possible scenarios of how it would go. Honestly, I’m petrified of her actually saying no! When she shows back up to the house, she walks into the living room full of pink balloons everywhere! She gasps in surprise as streamers are shot at her from any and every direction by everyone. She laughs with a big smile on her face as the crew crowds around to hug her and wish her happy birthday! When she is finally handed over to me, I wrap my arms around her and smash my mouth into hers. She pulls my hair when she needs air so I’ll let her go, but she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip as I pull back. I groan and grab her ass, and she giggles into my chest! “Let’s go out back, baby girl”, I tell her and she nods. When I open the back door and she takes in the candle-lit walkway she gasps
I’m sitting in Spin’s car in the school’s parking lot. So much has changed in my life over Winter break that my head is in overdrive mode. I don’t even feel like the same person, because I’m not the same person! I’m the queen of a biker gang, engaged to the king at eighteen! I haven’t told my foster parents that Spin has proposed to me, and since he is quick to set a date, the pressure to do so is real. I don’t know how this is going to affect my adoption, but regardless, I still want both! I step out of Spin’s car with my jacket and pink diamond ring on. Meme scrambles out of the passenger seat as Gabe, Mikey, Deckard, and Chris flank us. Things really can not get any more awkward around here! Thankfully, the pep squad season is over, so I can bolt out of this place as soon as the bell rings! Of course, Travis and his football friends stare us down, and as soon as I pass him, he punches his locker and screams, “fuck”, as his hand starts to bleed. I rolled my eye
Loyalty has spent more time at her foster parent's house than mine since we’ve been engaged. I guess they’re just trying to hang on to her for as long as they can. She’s so easy to love, who can blame them! “So when’s the wedding again?”, asks Brenda in disbelief. “Valentine’s Day”, I told her again! “How do you expect us to plan a wedding in a month, Spin?”, she says. “Money is not an option, Bren”, I told her. “You and all the other old ladies put your heads together and make it happen”! She looks at me like I’m crazy, but eventually stalks off. “Are you sure you’re not rushing this?”, asks Danny. “Nope”, I said. “So don’t you start either”. Loyalty comes crashing through the door and tosses herself into the ottoman in front of us. “Baby girl”? “Just leave me be Spin”, she says as she buries her face into the sofa chair! “What’s gotten into you, Loyalty?” I snapped at her. “I dunno! Some ditzy blonde on the front steps asking me w
Date set? Check! The venue is picked and reserved? Check! Invitations created and mailed to the guest list? Check! License filed for and Officiant reserved? Check! Wedding party picked? Check! Dresses and suits picked? Check! Photographer, caterer, DJ, and florist confirmed? Check! Rings? Check! Cake? Check! Wedding favors? Check! Honeymoon? Check! “Relax Lala”, Meme chided me as I was sitting in my bedroom about to throw up! “Everything is taken care of”. “Am I making a mistake?” I asked her. “Maybe I really should wait until I graduate”! “Fuck no”, Meme squeals. “You’re gonna graduate as Lala Hart, not Marshal after some parents that couldn’t even stick around long enough to see what became of you. Don’t give them that honor”! Time flies by after my last dress fitting, and I find myself standing at the door to the Royal room of the Villa Borghese with my foster father, Kevin, ready to walk me down the aisle. Afterward, the guests will move into the Grand H
After Loyalty’s meltdown, Brenda took over planning the wedding for her. She was fine with literally almost everything that Brenda selected, but shit hit the fan when it came to selecting my best man! “Gabe”, she demands! “It’s my best man, it’s my choice”, I tell her. “No, you’ve had your brother watch me from day fucking one. If anyone deserves to walk the percussion with us, it’s him”, she argues. “You’re really not going to let this go?” I asked her. “Nope”, she says, popping her p like she does when her decision is final! “Well fuck, how long have you known he was my brother?” I asked her. “Does it matter? No! Stop trying to change the subject. Gabe is your best man, and that’s that”, she says. “Fine”, I groaned out! “I pick the first dance song and the honeymoon then”! “Deal”, she squeals as she straddles my lap and kisses my lips. The morning of our wedding finally comes and I can’t fucking wait for this shit to be over