Short Story the Bachelorette Part 3 ...

By Holly

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Brandon was pissed. Craig was drunk. And Jason was pretty much on top of me. All because the show finally gave me a decision to make on my own. The audience had voted for me to go to a karaoke bar, but I was allowed to choose who I'd do my duet with.

And I'd picked Jason.

It had nothing to do with physical attraction or secret feelings or any of that crap. I just wanted to have some fun. Jason and I had sang Love Is An Open Door from Frozen in front of a group of friends a few months earlier, and I wanted to relive the memory.

While we were onstage, arms linked like a couple from the 50s, I came in late on half my lines and his voice cracked like a teen going through puberty. But we had a blast.

When we got up to the, "We finish each other's... sandwiches" line, he even lifted my hand like he was going to kiss it and bit it instead. I could see Brandon roll his eyes from the front row, but it didn't stop me from giggling like a child.

"Now I'm not positive, but I think you're a better Anna than Anna is," Jason said when the music faded away.

"Damn straight," I said, readjusting my sleeveless black dress. "And I'd say you're better than Hans, but I think that speaks for itself."

"Yeah, that guy's a real douche, isn't he?"

He smirked, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how charming he looked. Like a leading man from the black and white movies days. When the show ended, when we went back to our normal lives, I bet every girl who watched us would try to get a date with him.

I mean, I didn't have a crush on him, but I did have eyes. And he was pure eye candy. I never thought about getting a taste, but now that we were...

"No no no. Get back here," Craig said, grabbing my arm with his free hand. The other held his fifth or sixth beer.

"Huh?" I asked, letting him drag me back to the center of the stage. "I'm done singing. It's not like the crowd was begging for an encore. "

"I know. It's time for you to get serenaded."

I laughed a little. "Oh, it is?"

He nodded just as a stagehand left a stool for me to sit on. "Here's your throne, your highness ," he said. "You're gonna love this. It took a bit of convincing, but Brando finally agreed to sing the song I picked."

I just stared at him, noticing his unusual outfit for the first time. It looked just like Brandon's. I could've sworn it was Brandon's.

"Wait, what the hell are you wearing?" I asked, but before I got an answer, the music started up.

I knew the tune two seconds into the song. You're The One That I Want. The song from the end of Grease. The one where Danny dressed like a prep and Sandy dressed like a dominatrix.

Except, right now, Craig was wearing Brandon's hoodie and shorts while Brandon was wearing Craig's leather jacket and ripped jeans.

"I got chills. They're multiplying," Craig started to sing (surprisingly well) while walking behind me. As he moved past, he let his hand skim my shoulder, neck, and opposite shoulder. The light touches literally gave me chills.

Brandon tried to compete by getting on his knees and grabbing my hand when his lines came up, but Craig tried to one up him when it was his turn again.

During his lines, Craig caressed my face and tucked a stray stand of hair away behind my ear, which somehow fit the mood despite the fast pace of the song.

They went back and fourth like that, one touching me and then the other touching me, until Brandon leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

Before I had the chance to squirm away, Craig said, "Alright, alright. Let's give the girl some air."

With that, he grabbed Brandon by the waist in the way a man would grab his girlfriend, gently and lovingly. He even tried to rest his head on his shoulder.

But Brandon refused to play along. "Don't touch me man," he said, shoving Craig's chest.

Craig just laughed. "I'm joking around, Sandy. Come on. Dance with me."

"You're always joking around. Damn annoying. Holy shit."

When he stormed offstage, I could see Jason covering his hand with his mouth, trying to hide his laughter.

"Don't know how next week is going to top this," Craig muttered, but then he walked to the edge of the stage to take a bow.

**Next week involves a romantic hotel room! Which lucky man should get to go with her? **

** A) Jason, the best friend **
** B) Brandon, the athlete **
** C) Craig, the bad boy**

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