Cream and Sugar novel

---- 21. The Part With The White Flowing Dress Silence loomed over us until Tiff finally spoke, "About three hours from now." Again, silence filled the air. I didn't know what to say. Okay, my mind whispered again and again. I finally got my feet moving, I went straight to my room without a word, hoping that I'd wake up ten hours later and finally forget about Cammie. Three hours later and I still couldn't shake my mind off Cammie.

I couldn't sleep, obviously, and it took all what it had in me to not run off and do something stupid. I let out a breath and went to the kitchen. I suppose my cup of coffee has now gotten cold. My stomach was growling and I expected both Tiff and Peter out of the apartment, but to my surprise, Tiff was there sitting in the dining room. "Hey." she says, her eyes all loopy and sad, a bottle of whiskey in front of her.

I took a sniff off her cup and looked at her with a big grin, "Tiffany, you are drunk as fuck." I laughed so hard but Tiff did not react. She sat up slowly and looked at me, "Don't tell Peter." ---- I nodded, knowing I would definitely tell Peter later. " I stayed home to watch over you - but to hell with it! Let's go!" Tiff stood up wobbly, I had to take her arm to keep her from falling down.

"W-where are we going exactly?" "To stop a wedding, of course!" She grabbed her keys and started for the door. Now I was concerned with Tiff. She obviously didn't know what she was doing, not to mention how drunk she was right now. "Tiff, I don't think that's the best- " She instantly shushes me before I could even finish. Her back was facing me, she strode out the apartment quickly than I've ever seen, and before I know it she sat inside her car ready to start it.

"Let's go!" Again, her words were slurred. Before she even puts the keys in the ignition - which she struggled to do - I grabbed it from her. "Are you crazy? We're not going there, and if we were, you are definitely not driving!" Without a word, she stood up and went to ride shotgun. "Come on you pussy, let's go get you a bride! " Despite my enjoyment seeing Tiff like this, I didn't like how she acted when she was drunk. "No need to call me a pussy, jeez.

Right now, I'm going to be the ---- bigger man, I will not be tempted." Tiff gave me a look that silently said: really? "Wuss, 'wuss, wuss, wuss! Pussy, pussy, pussy, pu-" I flailed my arms around to stop her, "Okay, okay! For fuck's sake, Tiffany." I sat inside the car and started the car. "I'm not a fucking pussy." Cammie and her fiancé must have spent a fortune to book The Plaza. This was what I was thinking as I parked Tiff's car.

As soon as I did, Tiff came waltzing out of it and in The Plaza. Oh no, I thought. All my time with Tiff I've learned two things. One, Stupid Gail is bad and compulsive . Two, Drunk Tiffany is worse and impulsive. Iran after my best friend whilst dialing Peter's number. I knew he was the only one who can stop Tiff from doing anything. "P-Pete!" I speak, cutting off his 'hello'. "Okay, I need you to listen. Code red. I repeat, code red." "W-what? Tiff's drunk?" His voice was in shock.

"H- how?" "She drank my whiskey when you left her, without my knowing. I'm completely sober, but Tiff is definitely, I mean definitely drunk." Before Peter could even express his anger I quickly added the other situation . "Oh and uhh, we're kind of at The Plaza."