Camogli

"Honestly, I have never heard of a twenties themed wedding before,"

It was a friday, two nights before the wedding of Kiku Honda's two best friends— which was probably the most awkward situation he'd ever been in. Mostly because he was used to seeing them flirting all the time, and now it was going to be official. That seemed so… Unreal. It was being held in Camogli, Italy, one of the to-be-wed's hometowns. A scenic fishing village where the houses seemed to be candy colored, or at least that's how Alfred described them.
Alfred had been driving Kiku up to the city with him, from the airport in Rome. That was a 200 mile trip, so it took about three and a half hours. The car wasn't that bad though. Having a road trip with your best friend was one of the best, most movie-esque things ever.

"20's themed vintage wedding… Yeah I agree that's weird man."

Alfred was barely steering the car anymore. It was a back road, and it was 12:00am. No turns, just strait road. He smiled and turned to face Kiku again, taking his eyes off of the road.

"Although, maybe it's some weird romantic inside joke."

The emphasis he put on the word "romantic" made him sound like a middle school kid. Which he sounded like normally, but this was more extreme. He laughed and looked forward again.

"What do you think about it though,"

"About what though?"

"The wedding I mean. Doesn't it feel so weird and, well, nostalgic to you?"

Kiku leaned back in his seat and stared at the ceiling of the Camry.

"It's like, seeing someone you know move on with their lives, and live a little, and you're stuck in the same place. You're bored but there's nothing you can do about it; no one to do it with, if you get what I'm saying."

Alfred looked down at the dashboard, as if either thinking, or embarrassed. But what was there to be embarrassed about? Even he didn't get that. In a moment he looked up again, and smiled at the passenger in the seat beside him.

"You're not that old, and there are 7 billion people in the world-"

he made a motion to show a circle with his arms.

"And hey, you got friends, and uh, maybe one day something more than that, I mean if you want… to help you with that. I dont think you should worry about it, hm?"

Alfred always seemed to come up with the cheeriest ways to say things. It was impressive, Kiku thought, and maybe even attractive if he wanted to consider that. A few minutes of silence passed and Al put in a mixed tape of classic rock from the 50s to the 80s. The word nostalgia echoed in Kiku's head for some reason as he slowly fell asleep to the baseline of "Fooled Around and Fell in Love".

Next chapter is actually already written, I just felt like dividing the story a bit. Please review and favorite!
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-kevin