H3LLBOUND 3|| Prologue

Instructions

It's been a week since Oliver proposed to Madeliv, and the stress of planning the wedding was definitely getting to them. The pro's of being a best friend to both of them though, was Cookie could hear both things they wanted for the wedding, and help them both. Helping people was insanely tiring, but she did it anyway, because if she didn't, there was always this annoying voice in the back of her head nagging her about what use she could've been. The voice doesn't really bother her as much as she thinks it does though, she's grown to recognize that she enjoys helping people, and it even boosts her own confidence, helping other's with theirs'. Helping her friends plan the wedding however, was a business she signed up for without reading the contract. She's realizing a lot of things about Madeliv and Oliver during the workshopping. They're perfectionists, with a very different view of what perfect is. They didn't really fight about it though, that's what she admired about the two. They were able to come to compromises fairly easily, and a spat was incredibly rare. When they do happen though, it's a rollercoaster. One night, Madeliv had crashed at Cookie's place because of a fight they had late at night. "Well, what were you fighting about?" Cookie asked her, crossing her legs over each other as she sat on the edge of her bed. "Ugh, he's been drinking recently to handle the stress, and you know he's an @$$h0le when he's drunk on cheep booze, " She complained, flopping onto Cookie's bed beside her. "Well, make him drink expensive booze instead," Cookie mumbled, taking a sip from her white wine and shrugging. "Not funny right now," Madeliv glared at her for a moment before scoffing out a very small laugh. "If it's not funny then why are you laughing?" Cookie giggled, picking up a pink, heart shaped pillow, and bumping Madeliv's head with it, knocking her onto her back. They laughed together for a moment, laying on their backs on Cookie's bed. "So, did he apologize?" Cookie asked eventually. "He will tomorrow, when he's sobered up," Madeliv sat up, cross-legged, staring at her fluffy red pajama pants. "If he apologizes that's all that matters," Cookie pointed out. Maybe Cookie was biased, but she didn't think Oliver would ever say something foul, to Madeliv especially, on purpose, he's just stressed. "Could I get a sip of that?" Madeliv gestured to Cookie's wine glass. "I could pour you a glass if you want, down at my pop's bar, " Cookie replied, springing herself off of her bed. "Oh, alright," Madeliv shrugged, and rose from Cookie's bed. The two girls ushered their way down to Husks bar to get some wine.