Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(19)

“We’ve got to go to the suit place.”

“What? Now?” I gasp. “We don’t have time.”

“We don’t have time to call for the car, but if we drive ourselves we’ll make it. We’ll go straight to the church from the suit shop. I’ll drive. It’s fine, I’ve totally got this,” Elliot replies.

“Elliot is right, it is fine. Stop wasting time and let’s go,” Christopher replies.

“I wanted a relaxing wedding day,” I scream. “Can anything ever run smoothly around here?”

Jameson and Christopher begin to round everyone up in a whirlwind and five minutes later we are all in the elevator. I glance over to Fletcher; he looks like he just crawled out of a dumpster. “Did you even do your hair?”

“I didn’t have time,” he gasps.

“You look like a hobo,” I whisper angrily.

“I forgot to put on deodorant,” Patrick chimes in.

I close my eyes to stop myself from speaking…or yelling…or swearing.

Fainting for that matter.

All the swear words are on the tip of my tongue…and then some new ones that haven’t even been discovered yet.

Jameson’s shoulders bounce as he tries to hold in his giggles.

The elevator doors open and everyone runs for the car. “Put the back seats up,” I yell.”

“Okay.”

“Patrick and Fletch, climb into the back.”

I pop the trunk and they climb into the back seat and fold the extra seats up, two minutes later we are flying out of the parking lot. Elliot is driving, Jameson is the navigator, Christopher, Harry and I are in the back seat and Tricky and Fletch are squeezed into the back row.

“Left,” Jameson says, Elliot turns to the left. “I mean right.” Elliot swerves the car to the right.

“Ahhh,” We all hang on for dear life as Elliot speeds down the street.

“Slow down,” Christopher yells. “I want to make it there alive; you know.”

“If we don’t make it there on time, I’ll be driving us over a cliff,” I announce as I run my hands through my hair. “I hope you are all prepared for that.”

“There are no cliffs in New York,” Harry replies sarcastically.

“Bridge,” I sneer through gritted teeth. “A big, huge, giant fucking bridge.” I crack my knuckles.

So help me god, this kid might actually die today.

“It says here turn left,” Jameson says as he reads the maps on his phone. “But I know a shortcut.”

“Oh my god,” the car collectively screams. “No, don’t do it.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Christopher snaps. “Follow the maps.”

“Trust me on this.”

“You do not know a fucking shortcut. You have a driver everywhere you go,” I call.

“My driver knows shortcuts,” he barks.

“Your driver isn’t here,” we all cry in unison again.

Christopher leans over and snatches the phone from Jameson. “Turn left,” he yells.

Elliot screeches the tires as he makes a sharp left. “Ahhh.” We all hang on for dear life.

“Do you have your seat belts on in the back?” I call.

“Yes,” replies Fletcher. “Patrick doesn’t.”

“What?” I turn my head to see Patrick fussing around with his seat belt. “What are you doing back there?”

“It won’t.” He struggles some more. “It won’t click in.”

“Help him,” I yell to Fletcher. “Why are you just sitting there?”

“Left,” Christopher yells, the car screams around the corner at speed and we all hang on again. “Right up here.”

We slow down behind a queue of traffic and I drag my hand down my face. “This is not what I had in mind, Harrison.”

He smiles goofily up at me and puts his hand on my thigh. “But it’s fun, right?”

“No,” the whole car cries.

Unable to help it, I smirk. “Maybe a little bit.”

We maneuver through the city and I glance at my watch. “The wedding starts in forty minutes. We’ll never make it!”

“It’s just up here around the corner,” Christopher cries.

“Where will I park?” Elliot calls as he grips the steering wheel. “Oh no, it’s a one-way street.”

“This is the most fucking stressful day of my life,” Jameson yells, he opens the glove box in search of something. “Bingo.” He pulls out a can of deodorant and undoes his shirt and sprays it on. “I’m sweating like a pig.”

“Pass it back here,” I yell.

“Don’t use it all, I don’t have any on in the first place,” Patrick calls from the back seat.

“Because you’re a kid,” Jameson growls.

The deodorant gets passed around the car as we all put it on in a mad fluster.

“I don’t know where to park,” Elliot yells. “There’s nowhere to park.”

“Just pull over, we will get out. Circle the block a few times.” I undo my seat belt. “Boys, you are all coming with me.”

“What?” Fletcher replies. “Shouldn’t we stay in the car?”