Speak Now

Chapter 1 : History Lessons

The forecast for today was cloudy.

60% chance of snow, 25% chance of raining foxes and wolves, 14.99% chance of the world ending, 0.49% chance of me barging into someone's wedding, and 0.51% chance of me barging into my best friend's wedding.

I stepped out of my car, parked in the space where the couple's limousine would soon be sitting idle, waiting to take the happily married away on their surely-expensive honeymoon.

Today was my best friend Lucas's wedding with a lady whom he had met 6 months ago. Lucas is one beautiful man; he has beautiful eyes that put stars to shame, an attractive shy smile and a powerful brain (maybe the reason why he has PSI?). We have been best friends for almost a decade, ever since that first day I met him in grade 8. I was the new girl, moving into a new town, he was the shy guy...

And, we just went from there.

We have been inseparable ever since. I was there for him during his first crush. I was there for him when his mother and brother died. I was there when he won the gold medal for the math-letics and I was the one defending him whenever he got taunted or teased. Now, 10 years later, he's getting married... Now, normally, I would have loved to attend my best friend's wedding, be the supporting friend to share one of his best and happiest moments.

...

Due to some reasons, however, I cannot help but have problems sitting through this one.

Firstly, the woman, called Toadette, is...well... let's just put it this way...calling her not human is the understatement of the century. She has a mushroom growing straight out of her head.

...Yes, a mushroom. I might not be a geneticist, or some big shot scientist, but I do know that one should stick to their own kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus and species. Otherwise, Lucas might end up having children that are, god-forbid, warpy-faced and infertile...like a mule.

...And no, I am not on a drug trip... I think.

Secondly, you know those horrible stories about brides being a tad too bitchy during the prep period? The "Man, I'm never going to be like that bride" bride stories? Yeah, she's one of those-except, imagine it being like that for the rest of your married life. I only had to spend 30 minutes with her for me to deduce that she is a MAJOR control freak. For example, once, due to Lucas's absolutely manipulative, adorable puppy-dog pout, I accompanied his fiancee to the gown shop to try on her $2,500 bridal gown.

...Wait, hold on a minute, $ 2,500? FOR A DRESS YOU'RE ONLY GONNA WEAR ONCE? FFFF- …

Sometimes, the complexity of the female race is so astounding that it even baffles some of the same race.

Anyways, as soon as the store clerk had uncovered the dress from its cardboard box, I was in awe. The dress, although overpriced for a wedding dress, was absolutely beautiful. The dress fabric was mainly comprised of silk and cashmere, giving it that "heavenly" sheen. It was a beautiful, elegant off-shoulder dress, supposed to accentuate that beautiful bone structure at the base of the neck. The dress had a few, smooth ruffles at the bottom and a flowing lace train gracefully trailing behind.

It was...absolute gorgeous.

But, woah, not for bridezilla. As soon as she saw the dress, she immediately started to scream about how the colour of her dress is wrong and how the off-shoulder look is going to hide, NOT FLAUNT, her NON-EXISTENT chest. She flew into a quick rage, grabbing the dress by the tag. She then continued to harass the poor, scared attendant about dress colours, about how the dress colour was IVORY, not ricotta white like she ordered. She then threw the dress on the ground and stomped away. The salesperson lowered her head, ashamed. I could tell that by the way she shivered that she was about to cry from absolute fear.

It was her first day.

Third reason: the bitch didn't even invite me to their wedding...something about me being too short to fit a gown. I'M 5'5 DAMMIT! 5'5! TOADS AREN'T EXACTLY TALL! I am not that SHORT! I had a growth spurt last year and I'm up to Lucas's shoulder now! You heard that, Bridezilla? HIS SHOULDER!

And lastly, most arguably the driving force behind my mission:

*insert big inhale here*

I am madly in love with my best friend.

...Yes, I am in love with that blonde, cow-lick haired boy. It had taken years, an unexpected engagement to bridezilla and one very observant princess to finally realize that the urge to hug him and to touch him is not just because of our friendship; it is something much more wonderful, and beautiful than that.

A cold, winter breeze swept by, snapping me out of my trance. Unconsciously, I drew my pink parka around my shoulders and gazed at the church: an old, mossy, traditional building awkwardly jutting out in the industrial center of downtown New Pork City. It was probably one of the few monumental buildings that survived Porky's mass industrialization of the Nowhere Islands... or so Lucas tells me. I shook my head, stopping myself from getting lost in another train of thought. Slowly, I inhaled. My eyes watered from the sharpness of the cold air, but it de-fogged my head. My mission was obvious and clear: I crash my best friend's wedding and I profess my love for him in front of his family, friends and everyone important to him.

Not that difficult, right?

...

Wish me luck.

I helped myself up the grey cobblestone steps toward the old, dilapidated building, admiring the beautiful statue garden in front of the church, and stained glass windows on the church itself. I loved history, and this place, the Nowhere Islands, is just teeming with interesting stories. A few Porky statues, comic parodies of the Statue Of Liberty, were still standing. Most of them were, however, wrecked by...well, almost anyone really. Porky was really hated in the Nowhere Islands during the Era of Beginnings. He completely destroyed the natural world and the simplicity of living in the Nowhere Islands. Lucas told me that when he was around nine years old, there was no monetary system in place in Tazmily! People would just rely on nature and what it gives them. You could walk into a store and just take what ever it is you wanted or needed. They lived hand in hand with nature and each other. At least they did before Porky came into power. Porky is, in theory, kind of like the Hitler of the Nowhere Islands, separating himself as the elite and wanting to wipe out the rest of the humans to create his own silly little world. And because of this pathetic desires, Lucas had a very, very painful past...

But that is all over now. He got over the pain of losing loved ones and carried on to live his life. He not only took it in strides, but the courage and bravery that it took him to put it his painful past behind him was...admirable.

I fell in love with him because of that.

That's what I need...courage.

And I know exactly where to get it.

I shuffled around in my coat pocket, producing a water bottle full of a dark, foul-smelling liquid.

Peach said that it would help me calm my nerves and give me courage. She calls it her "Dump Drug", or something like that.

I took a few quick gulps.

A bitter taste quickly invaded my taste buds, and brought a warm sensation surging down as I swallowed it.

Nice. Thanks for the whiskey, Peach.

I gently placed one of my gloved hands on the rusty door handle of the church, going through the plan again in my mind: come in, proclaim love, then hope for the best.

…

I'm fucking doomed.

Hey ho, SugarBullet reporting for duty : D If you're reading this, good for you! I love you already!

This is for The Stupendous Jimbo's (or Mr. Jimbo, as I refer to him) The Most Challenging Romance Contest Ever Created CONTEST! W00000T! If you want contest details, go here: .net/s/6211653/1/The_Most_Challenging_Romance_Contest_Ever_Created.

The story is created with an irony in mind. The contest entry was supposed to not contain any dialogue yet here Nana is, about to speak. It's supposed to convey something very special about romance and love...

UPDATE:08/04/2011- Re-edited~! After all, there is no way I'm going to give up on this story! However, there will be no A/N in the other chapters, just cause I'd like this to flow as smoothly as I can. , ~ READ AND REVIEW GUYS~!

DISCLAIMER: Lucas, Nana, SSBB and Mother 3 all belong to Nintendo. If Mother 3 was mine, I'd be richer than Bill Gates himself.