This is the third part to this story, the second part didn't do as well as the first and if this one doesn't do so well either, there probably won't be a 4th. Please comment and let me know what you guys think.
This is pretty much a continuation of part 2.
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I stumbled out of the bedroom following the smell of bacon and the sound of Pantera's cemetery gates playing softly. I buttoned the remaining last two top buttons of Tyler's dress shirt that I was now wearing. He was wearing it the night before, left it on the floor of the bedroom and it was the first thing I could find. I walked out into the kitchen to the sight of a shirtless Tyler over the stove, he had on nothing but his boxer briefs.
"Hey sleepyhead!" He smiled as he turned around to see me, still rubbing my eyes.
"What a great way to wake up, shirtless you, smell of bacon and sound of pantera!" I yawned, sitting at the breakfast counter, "I'm exhausted!"
"I bet you are!" He laughed and poured me a glass of orange juice. He sat a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me.
"Just like old times, huh?" I took a bite. The first-time Tyler ever had bacon was at our house. My mom made us toast, eggs and bacon for breakfast the first-time Tyler slept over and he was blown away by the magical meat stick, as he called it. Every time he would sleepover my mom would make it for us for breakfast, which was ALOT!
He sat next to me with his plate and we talked a bit while eating. We finished up breakfast and I started cleaning up the kitchen. I started reaching for his plate when he grabbed my wrist, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, why are you asking?"
He moved around the counter to where I was standing, "You never give me one word responses like you did throughout breakfast and you have a gloomy look about you."
He looked at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, "Was the sex that bad?" He asked with a smirk and pulled me into him.
My arms wrapped around his neck, I kissed him deeply, "It was so terrible that I'm craving more!" I kissed him again more passionately this time. He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he sat me down on the counter top.
"You're deflecting!" He said as he pulled away from our kiss.
"What's wrong?" He looked at me concerned, "Was it something I did?"
I sighed deeply, "No, it wasn't you at all."
My hands now caressed his back, looking down to avoiding eye contact, "My brother is getting married today and I was completely excluded from all of it!" I sighed, "I always pictured that his wife would be like my best friend! I always wanted a sister!" I paused, "I don't know, it's just silly!"
"Oh Hun," he lifted my chin with his hand, "It's not silly at all, I noticed that you were being excluded when you weren't invited to anything she was doing and I talked to your brother about it."
I looked confused at him, "You talked to him about it?"
"He feels pretty bad about it, he asked Stephanie to make you a bridesmaid but she claimed she already had too many to choose from. Brad's so whipped that he'd block us all out of his life if that's what she wished."
"I don't care to be a bridesmaid or anything like that, I would have just like to be treated as the groom's sister at least, not a distant cousin that just gets an invite and shows up." I sighed again, "I wasn't even invited to the bridal shower or bachelorette party!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie!" He rubbed my check with his thumb.