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[AGM] Wedding Crashers quote
Jun. 17th, 2009 01:00 am[Serena = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ineverhit_you and is used with permission.]
“We have no idea what the future holds, all we can do is make decisions with the information at hand.”
For the record, he would like it stated that he wasn’t rooting through the trash. Rooting through the trash would be what someone who was spying, or trying to surreptitiously find out more about his girlfriend. And that wasn’t Andy. Andy wasn’t a snooper. In fact, Andy was all for taking things slow. He liked mystery. He liked intrigue.
He liked telling himself that so that he felt like less of a douche when rooting through Serena’s trash.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, or anything like that. It was that she wouldn’t talk to him. He talked to her, sure. She probably knew his entire family history at this point, and then some, and he barely knew anything about her. And while that didn’t matter for most of the women he dated, because he barely saw her for a week, this was Serena. They’d been going out for months now and he felt like he barely knew her. That—just wouldn’t do. If there was one thing that was could be said about all Rhodes children, it was that they were nosy. Marion’s journalistic instinct didn’t just appear out of thin air.
At the moment, though, he was done doing said rooting, and was now focusing on the invitation in his hand. It was a wedding invitation for one. Weddings were generally happy things that got stuck up on the bulletin board, on display for all to see, rather than—tossed in the trash. In fact, he was sure that it going in the trash meant that she wasn’t going, and that—wasn’t a good sign.
“What’re you doing?”
( *** )
793 words
ineverhit_you and is used with permission.]“We have no idea what the future holds, all we can do is make decisions with the information at hand.”
For the record, he would like it stated that he wasn’t rooting through the trash. Rooting through the trash would be what someone who was spying, or trying to surreptitiously find out more about his girlfriend. And that wasn’t Andy. Andy wasn’t a snooper. In fact, Andy was all for taking things slow. He liked mystery. He liked intrigue.
He liked telling himself that so that he felt like less of a douche when rooting through Serena’s trash.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, or anything like that. It was that she wouldn’t talk to him. He talked to her, sure. She probably knew his entire family history at this point, and then some, and he barely knew anything about her. And while that didn’t matter for most of the women he dated, because he barely saw her for a week, this was Serena. They’d been going out for months now and he felt like he barely knew her. That—just wouldn’t do. If there was one thing that was could be said about all Rhodes children, it was that they were nosy. Marion’s journalistic instinct didn’t just appear out of thin air.
At the moment, though, he was done doing said rooting, and was now focusing on the invitation in his hand. It was a wedding invitation for one. Weddings were generally happy things that got stuck up on the bulletin board, on display for all to see, rather than—tossed in the trash. In fact, he was sure that it going in the trash meant that she wasn’t going, and that—wasn’t a good sign.
“What’re you doing?”
( *** )
793 words
