The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth, chapter 1
"The course of true love never did run smooth."
A witty, but intelligent line proclaimed by Lysander, a character in Shakespeare's play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream". It almost describes the path of every couple's relationship. Even Sadie Wright, and Joe Armstrong's.
After starting their relationship at age 16, breaking up at 18, and getting back together at 19, at age 25 the romance between Sadie and Joe had it's ups and downs. But mostly ups.
Joe, a successful journalist for the IBA Oakland Tribune, and healthy 25 year old was living with Sadie in a very welcoming, pallid, Victorian style manor. Joe and Sadie's parents lived a couple streets away, and were often over for meals and family gatherings.
Sadie, now a famous fashion designer favored by many celebrities across North America, had just recently turned 25. She and Joe were often found in the tabloids, and were known as one of the craziest couples in America. Style wise, that is. Their ever-changing hair and altogether weird, but laid-back style of clothing was practically their trademark.
Tre, and Billie Joe, now 48, and Adrienne and Claudia, 51, were aging gracefully. Tre was sometimes quite bored alone in his house most of the time, so he would often be seen at the local golf course or hanging out with Sadie and Joe, or Frankito. Claudia was still providing for Frankito, now 17. Billie Joe and Adrienne were still running their record label and clothing line. It was quite successful. They had made a hefty sum from that wise business move.
Ramona and Brock, still together but unmarried, were expecting their second child, a girl, in a couple months. Christopher was turning six in February. He looked exactly like Tre, which was quite funny. I mean, if you thought Frankito looked like Tre, you should see this kid. It's crazy.
Mike, well he was just Mike. He didn't change much. He wasn't much of a fan of change.
So, five and a half years had gone by, and today was the day one of Sadie's best friends, Bree, was getting married. Sadie was the maid of honor. The groom was none other than Mark. Who would have thought Mark and Bree would end up together. Joe, being Mark's best friend, was immediately chosen to be best man. The bachelor and bachelorette partied were the previous night, and Joe and Sadie were quite deprived of sleep.
*Sadie's POV*
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, with my face buried in my pillow, and a single sheet draped over me. Joe was rolled up in the duvet. He was always such a blanket hog. But nonetheless, I still love him.
"Joe...Joe dear wake up," I whispered, shaking Joe lightly.
"Ugh...what time is it?"
"8:30. We have to get ready for the wedding. Remember?"
Joe sighed, and then replied.
"Okay. I'll get up. What time is the wedding anyways?"
"3:30."
"Then why are we waking up at 8:30?"
"Cuz Mark is picking you up at 9:30, and Bree is picking me up at 9:00."
"Alright...dibs on the upstairs' shower."
"Daaaamn," I whined. We had three bathrooms. Two had a shower. The upstairs one had a much nicer shower, and we were still working on the shower in the basement. Plus, being on the fourth floor, walking to the basement early in the morning seems like a really long way down.
"Hey, don't fret. You had the upstairs shower last time," Joe said, kissing the top of my matted, blue mess I call my hair. And yes, my hair is blue. But hey, Joe's hair is black with orange spots. Hey, we're eccentric. What do you expect?
"Yeah, yeah," I said, slipping out from underneath my single sheet, and trudging downstairs as Joe got up as well, but walked to the upstairs bathroom.
As I was walking down the stairs, I felt a little woozy. I must have stayed up way too late at the bachelorette party last night. I don't know exactly when I got home last night, but it was somewhere around 4:30 am. For me, that's pretty late. I love sleeping.
I eventually made my way down to the basement, and had the quickest shower manageable. Bree was gonna pick me up pretty soon. We had to get out make up and hair done with all the other bridesmaids. The other bridesmaids consisted of Jen, Bree's sisters Meg and Karen, Mark's sister Joanie, and Bree's friend from work, Cathy. Bree owned a hair salon, and the women at her salon offered to do hair and makeup for her all the bridesmaids for free. Pretty good deal in my opinion.
I finished my shower, and slipped on my black silk robe. I walked back up the stairs, still feeling quite dizzy and a little nauseous. I figured if I ate something I'd feel better.
In the kitchen that we had just finished remodelling, Joe was waiting at the table with a mug full of coffee in one hand, and a notepad in the other. He was always jotting things down in his little notepad to put in his articles.
"I don't think I've gotten around to saying 'Good Morning' yet. So, good morning dear," Joe said, kissing me before I sat down with him at the booth we had installed.
People always bugged us about how we called each other 'dear'. People were always telling us we sounded like old people. Frankly, we didn't mind.
"Morning. Have you finished that article yet?" I asked Joe. He had been working on an article about the steady decrease in hip hop artists. Turns out, the world discovered the joys of rock all over again, what with the new wave of rock bands across the globe.
"I'm just perfecting it. It'll be published in the paper in a couple weeks approximately," Joe said, stirring his coffee.
"Is that all you're eating?" I asked, noting all Joe had was a cup of coffee, while I had grabbed a cup of non-fat yogurt, a muffin, and a banana from the fridge.
"Uh, yeah. I'm not that hungry."
"You're never hungry. You're mom's right. You are scrawny from not eating enough."
"Am not!" Joe griped, grabbing an apple from the basket in the middle of the table.
"That's more like it."
We continued to talk and eat for a couple minutes, but we both had to get dressed. We placed out dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor where our room was.
Now, you're probably wondering. If Joe and I live together, and have been together for years, why aren't we married?
Well, the thing is, Joe and I both firmly believe that marriage causes extra pressure on couples who are still considerably younger. Thus, the more pressure here is, the easier a couple cracks. So we have decided that if we are still together at age 40, we will get married. Of course, we didn't let Bree and Mark in on our feelings about marriage at a young age.
I pulled out a green and white striped zip up hoodie that I could get out of without wrecking my hair, and a pair of baggy cut off jeans. I pulled on some striped knee-high socks, and grabbed my big round eyeglasses about the circumference of a coke can.
Joe pulled on a pale green button up shirt, his plaid pants, a green scarf, and his pinstriped fedora hat.
Again, I'll remind you, we were known for our peculiarity.
Soon, the doorbell rang. We both rushed downstairs to answer it. We always had to rush to get it, because it was 3 floors down.
We made to the main floor, slipping on our socks, but regaining our balance. I opened the front door, and there was Bree. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing an Oakland University hoodie, along with gray sweats.
"Oh, look at the pretty bride. All spiffed up and primped," I laughed, grabbing my bag from the hook by the door. I slipped on my moon boots and kissed Joe goodbye.
"Bye Joe."
"Bye dear. See you later Bree."
Joe stood in the doorway and watched Bree and I pile into her car, joining the four other bridesmaids.
"Alrighty. Off to the salon," Bree giggled, driving away. Joe waved goodbye as we pulled away, and we all waved back. He went back inside the house, and we made our way to the salon. It took only about ten minutes.
Bree pulled into the parking lot of her salon and we piled out, each of us laughing and making bets on who would catch the bouquet.
"Now way in hell am I catching it. Joe and I aren't planning on marriage. There's a chance we might get married when we're old, but definitely not soon," I said, opening the door to the salon, and everyone piled in.
"Why don't you wanna get married?" Bree's sister Karen asked, as a bunch of stylists scurried over.
Not wanting to upset Bree, I said a little white lie.
"Um...we're both afraid of commitment."
That was actually quite far from the truth, but hey. It was necessary.
"Whatever Sadie. You're weird," Jen laughed.
"By now you should know that the word 'weird' is a huge compliment for me," I laughed. I stopped talking though because the stylists were getting a little impatient.
"Alright. Bree's hair and make up will be done by Anne and Marie, Sadie's hair and makeup will be done by Nicole and Alicia..."
The hairstylist kept on reading out names, and we eventually were taken by the hand by the different stylists, and were sat down in their chairs. My stylists, Nicole and Alicia were surprisingly weird. They had neat hair. Very cool.
"Alright Sadie. Well, I'm Nicole. So, I absolutely love your hair. This blue is very deep. I'm gonna do a sort of, French twist kind of thing. I'm gonna put some flowers in your hair too. I think white lilies would go well. Is that alright with you?"
I like this chick. I love white lilies. She has cool taste.
"Sure. I'm up for it."
"Alright," Nicole said, turning to Alicia so she could explain what kind of make up she was thinking of doing.
"Okay, I'm Alicia. Now, I want to really make your eyes pop. So, I'm going to do a really smoky look using brown and plum shades."
"That's cool."
I was pretty pumped. Alicia went and read a magazine as Nicole washed my hair. I noticed that I was still feeling kind of gross. Maybe I was coming down with something. And I was really hot too. Like, kind of sweaty.
"Is it really hot in here or is it just me?" I asked Nicole, who was rinsing my hair.
"Hot? It's October. It must be you."
"Huh. That's weird."
Nicole finished washing my hair and blow-dried it at the table. As she was styling it, Alicia came and did my make up. It really didn't take too long. I was done in about an hour. I had to wait a little longer for some of the other girls to finish. Bree's sister Meg had really long hair, so it took a while to style.
Once everyone was done, we piled back into Bree's car, and drove to her bridal suite, where we would all be getting dressed.
*Joe's POV*
Mark had picked me up at 8:30, and we decided to go out golfing with the other groomsmen. Unfortunately, there were a couple photographers taking pictures of me. Most people really thought Sadie and I were crazy for what we wore. I actually thought I looked pretty spiffy. And Sadie always looked hot, despite her boyishness.
Oh well. I've been in Star Magazine too many times to care now.
As the groomsmen were conversing, hanging around the golf course bar, Mark and I started talking.
"So, you nervous?" I asked Mark.
"Uh, yeah. I guess so. It's a good nervous though," he said, adjusting his baseball cap.
"That's cool. Are you guys planning on having kids anytime soon?"
What? Where did that come from? I totally didn't know I was going to say that.
"Kids? Well, I dunno. Someday, probably we will. But right now we're just gonna stay the way we are. What about you and Sadie?" Mark said, as we sat down at the bar. None of us were drinking, because we didn't wanna be drunk during the ceremony. I didn't even drink that much anyways, what with Sadie's slight fear of drunkenness.
"Me and Sadie? I dunno. We haven't really talked about it. That kind of stuff makes me nervous. I mean, Sadie's great with kids. She looked after kids in that orphanage she was in for a couple years. But in my case, I'm just nervous I'll drop it or something. The whole concept scares me shitless, but I might be having kids with Sadie."
"Yeah. You just have to grow some balls first," Mark laughed, sipping a coke.
"Oh very funny."
We talked with the other groomsmen, which consisted of Ryan from school, Mark's two brothers Michael and Jonathon, and Mark's accountant, Chuck. Apparently Mark was quite close with is accountant...Whatever.
Before we knew it, we had to go to the ceremony. It was 2:30, and it was to start at 3:30. We just had to brush our hair and get into our tuxes. I was never one to wear a tux. Well, if it was striped maybe. But a plain black tux was not normal for me. Too plain and boring.
We piled into my van, since Mark has a SMART car, which really isn't that smart, since it only fits a couple people.
I still kept my van after having it for six years. I also had three more cars that I shared with Sadie, and that's including Sadie's MGA.
We drove off to the church it was being held in, and the groomsmen and I made an attempt at giving Mark a pep talk. He was a nervous wreck. I knew he'd do okay though.
"Dude, chill out. She loves you," said his brother.
"How can you be sure? I mean, maybe we're rushing into things. What if-"
"Mark... shut up. For everyone's sake. She loves you, and you're getting married. This is just as big of a day for you as it is for her. I bet she's really excited to marry you. You should be excited too," Chuck the accountant said. Heh. He's an accountant. I can't stop laughing at that.
"But...okay fine. I'll stop worrying."
Hey, just goes to show. Guys get cold feet too.
We made it to the chapel, and we all stepped out of the car. When we walked in, a whole bunch of people rushed towards us.
"You're late! Get into your tuxes! You were supposed to be here seven minutes ago!" the wedding planner said, dragging us to the groom's suite. We all put on our tuxes, and sat around for a while, just talking.
I stretched my legs out a little bit, feeling kind of weird in a black tuxedo. I hadn't worn one for years.
"So, which band is playing at the reception?" I asked Mark.
"Uh, we got a deejay."
"A deejay? Huh. That's cool," said Mark's brother Jonathan. Man, Jonathon was really plain. Clothing wise. Plain people worry me. Today he was wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans. Jeez.
After a while of discussing the reception, the wedding planner ran back in. Her blonde hair was in a mess. She was really stressed out.
"Groomsmen, Follow me. Mark and Joe, go to the front of the chapel. Ten minutes till the ceremony," she said, as we all got up and left the suite. As the groomsmen followed Stressy McBasketcase, I walked with Mark to the chapel and walked up the aisle. Everyone was already there, and waiting for the ceremony to start. Dad, Mom, Jakob and Tre were there.
Mark and I took our places at the front, and we talked quietly.
"So tell me again why you and Sadie aren't married yet?" Mark whispered.
"Uh, ask her."
I didn't want to tell him the truth about my and Sadie's feelings on marriage at an early age.
"Whatever man. You should marry her. She's a good person."
"Yeah, I know. Hey, stop doting on my girlfriend. You worry about you and Bree for now," I laughed.
"Right."
"So, where in Mexico are you going for your honeymoon?"
"Isla Mujeres. Sadie recommended it."
"Huh. She told me about that place before. She's been a couple times when she was a kid."
"So I've heard."
"So, how long are you staying there?"
"Just a week. We're leaving tomorrow."
"Awesome. Take some good photos."
"I will."
I glanced over at my Dad, who was laughing at me. He probably noticed I felt uncomfortable in the suit. Jakob laughed at me too, and Mom just continued to talk to Tre.
The priest who was performing the ceremony walked up to his place on the stage, and suddenly the music started playing. I scratched my head and waited for the bridesmaids to come out. I was excited to see what Sadie looked like in a relatively normal gown. It was sure to be pretty funny. But apparently Bree picked out really nice bridesmaids dresses, so it might not be too bad.
The doors at the back of the chapel opened, and the flower girl came out and chucked flowers all over the ground somewhat rambunctiously. Mark and I laughed a bit. Then Chuck and Jen walked out, arms linked. Then one of Bree's sisters and Jonathan walked out. Then there was Michael and Bree's other sister. Finally, Sadie walked out looking absolutely gorgeous. Her blue hair was tied up, and a couple white lilies poked out. The dress was actually nice. It was light green, and had little pink thingies on it. I kind of noticed Sadie looked really pale. Ghost white actually. She looked like she was really deep in thought.
Everyone then stood up, and Bree came walking down the aisle. Mark looked ecstatic. He had this goofy smile on his face like he was high or something. It was sweet though. Bree took her place beside Mark, and the priest started to speak.
I really didn't pay to much attention to the ceremony. I kept looking back at Sadie. I think something was up. She didn't look well. Maybe she was sick.
Sadie looked over to me, and I smiled at her. She cracked a smile as well, but it was short lived. She looked down at her shoes, then up at Bree.
Well, I guess I'll ask her if something's wrong at the reception.
A witty, but intelligent line proclaimed by Lysander, a character in Shakespeare's play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream". It almost describes the path of every couple's relationship. Even Sadie Wright, and Joe Armstrong's.
After starting their relationship at age 16, breaking up at 18, and getting back together at 19, at age 25 the romance between Sadie and Joe had it's ups and downs. But mostly ups.
Joe, a successful journalist for the IBA Oakland Tribune, and healthy 25 year old was living with Sadie in a very welcoming, pallid, Victorian style manor. Joe and Sadie's parents lived a couple streets away, and were often over for meals and family gatherings.
Sadie, now a famous fashion designer favored by many celebrities across North America, had just recently turned 25. She and Joe were often found in the tabloids, and were known as one of the craziest couples in America. Style wise, that is. Their ever-changing hair and altogether weird, but laid-back style of clothing was practically their trademark.
Tre, and Billie Joe, now 48, and Adrienne and Claudia, 51, were aging gracefully. Tre was sometimes quite bored alone in his house most of the time, so he would often be seen at the local golf course or hanging out with Sadie and Joe, or Frankito. Claudia was still providing for Frankito, now 17. Billie Joe and Adrienne were still running their record label and clothing line. It was quite successful. They had made a hefty sum from that wise business move.
Ramona and Brock, still together but unmarried, were expecting their second child, a girl, in a couple months. Christopher was turning six in February. He looked exactly like Tre, which was quite funny. I mean, if you thought Frankito looked like Tre, you should see this kid. It's crazy.
Mike, well he was just Mike. He didn't change much. He wasn't much of a fan of change.
So, five and a half years had gone by, and today was the day one of Sadie's best friends, Bree, was getting married. Sadie was the maid of honor. The groom was none other than Mark. Who would have thought Mark and Bree would end up together. Joe, being Mark's best friend, was immediately chosen to be best man. The bachelor and bachelorette partied were the previous night, and Joe and Sadie were quite deprived of sleep.
*Sadie's POV*
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, with my face buried in my pillow, and a single sheet draped over me. Joe was rolled up in the duvet. He was always such a blanket hog. But nonetheless, I still love him.
"Joe...Joe dear wake up," I whispered, shaking Joe lightly.
"Ugh...what time is it?"
"8:30. We have to get ready for the wedding. Remember?"
Joe sighed, and then replied.
"Okay. I'll get up. What time is the wedding anyways?"
"3:30."
"Then why are we waking up at 8:30?"
"Cuz Mark is picking you up at 9:30, and Bree is picking me up at 9:00."
"Alright...dibs on the upstairs' shower."
"Daaaamn," I whined. We had three bathrooms. Two had a shower. The upstairs one had a much nicer shower, and we were still working on the shower in the basement. Plus, being on the fourth floor, walking to the basement early in the morning seems like a really long way down.
"Hey, don't fret. You had the upstairs shower last time," Joe said, kissing the top of my matted, blue mess I call my hair. And yes, my hair is blue. But hey, Joe's hair is black with orange spots. Hey, we're eccentric. What do you expect?
"Yeah, yeah," I said, slipping out from underneath my single sheet, and trudging downstairs as Joe got up as well, but walked to the upstairs bathroom.
As I was walking down the stairs, I felt a little woozy. I must have stayed up way too late at the bachelorette party last night. I don't know exactly when I got home last night, but it was somewhere around 4:30 am. For me, that's pretty late. I love sleeping.
I eventually made my way down to the basement, and had the quickest shower manageable. Bree was gonna pick me up pretty soon. We had to get out make up and hair done with all the other bridesmaids. The other bridesmaids consisted of Jen, Bree's sisters Meg and Karen, Mark's sister Joanie, and Bree's friend from work, Cathy. Bree owned a hair salon, and the women at her salon offered to do hair and makeup for her all the bridesmaids for free. Pretty good deal in my opinion.
I finished my shower, and slipped on my black silk robe. I walked back up the stairs, still feeling quite dizzy and a little nauseous. I figured if I ate something I'd feel better.
In the kitchen that we had just finished remodelling, Joe was waiting at the table with a mug full of coffee in one hand, and a notepad in the other. He was always jotting things down in his little notepad to put in his articles.
"I don't think I've gotten around to saying 'Good Morning' yet. So, good morning dear," Joe said, kissing me before I sat down with him at the booth we had installed.
People always bugged us about how we called each other 'dear'. People were always telling us we sounded like old people. Frankly, we didn't mind.
"Morning. Have you finished that article yet?" I asked Joe. He had been working on an article about the steady decrease in hip hop artists. Turns out, the world discovered the joys of rock all over again, what with the new wave of rock bands across the globe.
"I'm just perfecting it. It'll be published in the paper in a couple weeks approximately," Joe said, stirring his coffee.
"Is that all you're eating?" I asked, noting all Joe had was a cup of coffee, while I had grabbed a cup of non-fat yogurt, a muffin, and a banana from the fridge.
"Uh, yeah. I'm not that hungry."
"You're never hungry. You're mom's right. You are scrawny from not eating enough."
"Am not!" Joe griped, grabbing an apple from the basket in the middle of the table.
"That's more like it."
We continued to talk and eat for a couple minutes, but we both had to get dressed. We placed out dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor where our room was.
Now, you're probably wondering. If Joe and I live together, and have been together for years, why aren't we married?
Well, the thing is, Joe and I both firmly believe that marriage causes extra pressure on couples who are still considerably younger. Thus, the more pressure here is, the easier a couple cracks. So we have decided that if we are still together at age 40, we will get married. Of course, we didn't let Bree and Mark in on our feelings about marriage at a young age.
I pulled out a green and white striped zip up hoodie that I could get out of without wrecking my hair, and a pair of baggy cut off jeans. I pulled on some striped knee-high socks, and grabbed my big round eyeglasses about the circumference of a coke can.
Joe pulled on a pale green button up shirt, his plaid pants, a green scarf, and his pinstriped fedora hat.
Again, I'll remind you, we were known for our peculiarity.
Soon, the doorbell rang. We both rushed downstairs to answer it. We always had to rush to get it, because it was 3 floors down.
We made to the main floor, slipping on our socks, but regaining our balance. I opened the front door, and there was Bree. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing an Oakland University hoodie, along with gray sweats.
"Oh, look at the pretty bride. All spiffed up and primped," I laughed, grabbing my bag from the hook by the door. I slipped on my moon boots and kissed Joe goodbye.
"Bye Joe."
"Bye dear. See you later Bree."
Joe stood in the doorway and watched Bree and I pile into her car, joining the four other bridesmaids.
"Alrighty. Off to the salon," Bree giggled, driving away. Joe waved goodbye as we pulled away, and we all waved back. He went back inside the house, and we made our way to the salon. It took only about ten minutes.
Bree pulled into the parking lot of her salon and we piled out, each of us laughing and making bets on who would catch the bouquet.
"Now way in hell am I catching it. Joe and I aren't planning on marriage. There's a chance we might get married when we're old, but definitely not soon," I said, opening the door to the salon, and everyone piled in.
"Why don't you wanna get married?" Bree's sister Karen asked, as a bunch of stylists scurried over.
Not wanting to upset Bree, I said a little white lie.
"Um...we're both afraid of commitment."
That was actually quite far from the truth, but hey. It was necessary.
"Whatever Sadie. You're weird," Jen laughed.
"By now you should know that the word 'weird' is a huge compliment for me," I laughed. I stopped talking though because the stylists were getting a little impatient.
"Alright. Bree's hair and make up will be done by Anne and Marie, Sadie's hair and makeup will be done by Nicole and Alicia..."
The hairstylist kept on reading out names, and we eventually were taken by the hand by the different stylists, and were sat down in their chairs. My stylists, Nicole and Alicia were surprisingly weird. They had neat hair. Very cool.
"Alright Sadie. Well, I'm Nicole. So, I absolutely love your hair. This blue is very deep. I'm gonna do a sort of, French twist kind of thing. I'm gonna put some flowers in your hair too. I think white lilies would go well. Is that alright with you?"
I like this chick. I love white lilies. She has cool taste.
"Sure. I'm up for it."
"Alright," Nicole said, turning to Alicia so she could explain what kind of make up she was thinking of doing.
"Okay, I'm Alicia. Now, I want to really make your eyes pop. So, I'm going to do a really smoky look using brown and plum shades."
"That's cool."
I was pretty pumped. Alicia went and read a magazine as Nicole washed my hair. I noticed that I was still feeling kind of gross. Maybe I was coming down with something. And I was really hot too. Like, kind of sweaty.
"Is it really hot in here or is it just me?" I asked Nicole, who was rinsing my hair.
"Hot? It's October. It must be you."
"Huh. That's weird."
Nicole finished washing my hair and blow-dried it at the table. As she was styling it, Alicia came and did my make up. It really didn't take too long. I was done in about an hour. I had to wait a little longer for some of the other girls to finish. Bree's sister Meg had really long hair, so it took a while to style.
Once everyone was done, we piled back into Bree's car, and drove to her bridal suite, where we would all be getting dressed.
*Joe's POV*
Mark had picked me up at 8:30, and we decided to go out golfing with the other groomsmen. Unfortunately, there were a couple photographers taking pictures of me. Most people really thought Sadie and I were crazy for what we wore. I actually thought I looked pretty spiffy. And Sadie always looked hot, despite her boyishness.
Oh well. I've been in Star Magazine too many times to care now.
As the groomsmen were conversing, hanging around the golf course bar, Mark and I started talking.
"So, you nervous?" I asked Mark.
"Uh, yeah. I guess so. It's a good nervous though," he said, adjusting his baseball cap.
"That's cool. Are you guys planning on having kids anytime soon?"
What? Where did that come from? I totally didn't know I was going to say that.
"Kids? Well, I dunno. Someday, probably we will. But right now we're just gonna stay the way we are. What about you and Sadie?" Mark said, as we sat down at the bar. None of us were drinking, because we didn't wanna be drunk during the ceremony. I didn't even drink that much anyways, what with Sadie's slight fear of drunkenness.
"Me and Sadie? I dunno. We haven't really talked about it. That kind of stuff makes me nervous. I mean, Sadie's great with kids. She looked after kids in that orphanage she was in for a couple years. But in my case, I'm just nervous I'll drop it or something. The whole concept scares me shitless, but I might be having kids with Sadie."
"Yeah. You just have to grow some balls first," Mark laughed, sipping a coke.
"Oh very funny."
We talked with the other groomsmen, which consisted of Ryan from school, Mark's two brothers Michael and Jonathon, and Mark's accountant, Chuck. Apparently Mark was quite close with is accountant...Whatever.
Before we knew it, we had to go to the ceremony. It was 2:30, and it was to start at 3:30. We just had to brush our hair and get into our tuxes. I was never one to wear a tux. Well, if it was striped maybe. But a plain black tux was not normal for me. Too plain and boring.
We piled into my van, since Mark has a SMART car, which really isn't that smart, since it only fits a couple people.
I still kept my van after having it for six years. I also had three more cars that I shared with Sadie, and that's including Sadie's MGA.
We drove off to the church it was being held in, and the groomsmen and I made an attempt at giving Mark a pep talk. He was a nervous wreck. I knew he'd do okay though.
"Dude, chill out. She loves you," said his brother.
"How can you be sure? I mean, maybe we're rushing into things. What if-"
"Mark... shut up. For everyone's sake. She loves you, and you're getting married. This is just as big of a day for you as it is for her. I bet she's really excited to marry you. You should be excited too," Chuck the accountant said. Heh. He's an accountant. I can't stop laughing at that.
"But...okay fine. I'll stop worrying."
Hey, just goes to show. Guys get cold feet too.
We made it to the chapel, and we all stepped out of the car. When we walked in, a whole bunch of people rushed towards us.
"You're late! Get into your tuxes! You were supposed to be here seven minutes ago!" the wedding planner said, dragging us to the groom's suite. We all put on our tuxes, and sat around for a while, just talking.
I stretched my legs out a little bit, feeling kind of weird in a black tuxedo. I hadn't worn one for years.
"So, which band is playing at the reception?" I asked Mark.
"Uh, we got a deejay."
"A deejay? Huh. That's cool," said Mark's brother Jonathan. Man, Jonathon was really plain. Clothing wise. Plain people worry me. Today he was wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans. Jeez.
After a while of discussing the reception, the wedding planner ran back in. Her blonde hair was in a mess. She was really stressed out.
"Groomsmen, Follow me. Mark and Joe, go to the front of the chapel. Ten minutes till the ceremony," she said, as we all got up and left the suite. As the groomsmen followed Stressy McBasketcase, I walked with Mark to the chapel and walked up the aisle. Everyone was already there, and waiting for the ceremony to start. Dad, Mom, Jakob and Tre were there.
Mark and I took our places at the front, and we talked quietly.
"So tell me again why you and Sadie aren't married yet?" Mark whispered.
"Uh, ask her."
I didn't want to tell him the truth about my and Sadie's feelings on marriage at an early age.
"Whatever man. You should marry her. She's a good person."
"Yeah, I know. Hey, stop doting on my girlfriend. You worry about you and Bree for now," I laughed.
"Right."
"So, where in Mexico are you going for your honeymoon?"
"Isla Mujeres. Sadie recommended it."
"Huh. She told me about that place before. She's been a couple times when she was a kid."
"So I've heard."
"So, how long are you staying there?"
"Just a week. We're leaving tomorrow."
"Awesome. Take some good photos."
"I will."
I glanced over at my Dad, who was laughing at me. He probably noticed I felt uncomfortable in the suit. Jakob laughed at me too, and Mom just continued to talk to Tre.
The priest who was performing the ceremony walked up to his place on the stage, and suddenly the music started playing. I scratched my head and waited for the bridesmaids to come out. I was excited to see what Sadie looked like in a relatively normal gown. It was sure to be pretty funny. But apparently Bree picked out really nice bridesmaids dresses, so it might not be too bad.
The doors at the back of the chapel opened, and the flower girl came out and chucked flowers all over the ground somewhat rambunctiously. Mark and I laughed a bit. Then Chuck and Jen walked out, arms linked. Then one of Bree's sisters and Jonathan walked out. Then there was Michael and Bree's other sister. Finally, Sadie walked out looking absolutely gorgeous. Her blue hair was tied up, and a couple white lilies poked out. The dress was actually nice. It was light green, and had little pink thingies on it. I kind of noticed Sadie looked really pale. Ghost white actually. She looked like she was really deep in thought.
Everyone then stood up, and Bree came walking down the aisle. Mark looked ecstatic. He had this goofy smile on his face like he was high or something. It was sweet though. Bree took her place beside Mark, and the priest started to speak.
I really didn't pay to much attention to the ceremony. I kept looking back at Sadie. I think something was up. She didn't look well. Maybe she was sick.
Sadie looked over to me, and I smiled at her. She cracked a smile as well, but it was short lived. She looked down at her shoes, then up at Bree.
Well, I guess I'll ask her if something's wrong at the reception.
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