Heya folks it's Watermalone here writing my first ever Fanfiction!
So this is the first time I have ever written anything at all *cough cough*.. But I do admit that I am quite a fan of the show, and although I would prefer to maintain my anonymity I felt compelled to write down an idea that I have had circulating through my head after reading the exceptionally well written material that I have had the chance to skim over (and thus, reread), from this great community.
As for the story, don't expect too much. Is all I can say.
Anyways, without further ado... I present my first (and depending how this goes, perhaps not last) piece of work. I am open to criticism and PMs however, please keep it under Gordon Ramsay meets Simon Cowell level thanks! :)
I do not own SVTFOE or anything related to the show except this (otherwise I would be presenting this idea to a board room not you guys).
For Old Time's Sake
Marco Diaz's POV
"2:00 AM"
The red lines could not have burned a clearer image into the young man's mind as he quietly rolled over in his trance-like state hoping to ease his fluttering nerves.
"I sure hope I made the right choice"
The words seemed to echo distantly in the encapsulated room as his eyes closed in a fervent attempt to gain some peace from the fast thudding of his agitated heart.
"Thud-dum"
"Thud-dum"
"THUD-DUM"
The internal drum-beat rang louder and louder as he forced his eyes back open, a single bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.
He couldn't take it any longer. Weakly, he forced himself into an upright position, leaning against the pillow propped neatly behind his head. He sighed, and flicked on the lamp located on the bedside nightstand. Light flooded the room like a soft wave landing on the sea shore allowing him to observe everything in his room.
No, their room.
He sighed and peered around the peacefully lit bedroom, but his eyes caught only one object which hung loosely on the doorknob.
It sure was sleek. Not to mention it was surprisingly comfortable. The tailor mentioned that he appeared "dapper" and "noble" in it. Whatever that meant.
A simple black tuxedo. With a red tie.
It had to be the most clichéd dressing for any man to wear to a formal event. Heck, his father was probably going to wear something that looked the exact same. But it was his day, he knew, and no matter what people could say about his attire, it couldn't take away from the fact that it was his wedding.
His wedding.
His wedding?
His wedding his wedding his wedding his wedding his wedding.
No matter how many times he rephrased it in his mind. The mantra only made less and less sense. It seemed ethereal. Too good to be true. Something just didn't feel right about it.
He brushed off the feeling. Lack of sleep and anxiety was never a good combination.
He glanced over at the digital clock perched angular to the opposite nightstand hoping for some kind of answer to the reality of the situation.
"2:02 AM"
He groaned and flopped face first back onto his pillow attempting, and finally succeeding, to grip the sweet caress of sleep.
(Hours later)
An alarm? No. It couldn't be. It's only been like, an hour. 2 hours tops. Right?
Marco slowly lifted his head to meet, face-to-face, the entity causing the distress.
"8:04 AM"
Fear slammed him like a semi hauling a literal tonne of bricks.
"I'm LAAATE!" He shouted at the clock, which continued to mock him with the incessant 'beeping'.
He forced himself to get ready, brushing his hair and combing his teeth. Next up, a shower, shave, shirt, shoes... The list felt endless. In the midst of all the chaos. There was a light rapping on the bedroom door.
"Marco..?" The voice awkwardly questioned.
No answer.
"Maaarcooo!" The voice called, louder this time.
Still nothing.
The door flung open, slamming the wall behind it, stopping Marco dead in his tracks.
"MARCO!"
In all of the confusion Marco hadn't noticed the annoyed figure attempting to make means of communication.
"Ferg!" Marco cried, "I'm late!"
"Yeah, we all noticed" Ferguson rolled his eyes. "And I thought he was bad during college." he muttered to himself under his breath.
"What was that?" Marco turned around holding a sock to his foot in a lame attempt to get dressed.
"Nothing!" He held up his arms in fear as Marco turned back around focusing next on the vest folded neatly on the chair next to the dresser.
Ferguson sighed a breath of relief before continuing, "The car is waiting out in the front. You should've been ready like, half an hour ago"
"I know I know I know it's just- never mind" Marco cut himself off as he straightened his jacket in the mirror and fixed his hair.
"Never mind what?" Ferguson inquired.
"I- just-... had a bad sleep alright?" Fixing his red tie, he turned around to face Ferguson, arms outstretched. "So, do I look presentable?" He asked with a crooked smile.
It was years since he had graduated college. Years since he had fought monsters in his backyard or sprinted through magical dimensions as a pastime, and as a result, he had spent a lot more time working out and practicing karate on his own time to compensate for this void in his life. He sure looked good at the age of 27.
"Ehh, good enough" Ferguson created a teetering motion with his hands as demonstration. "Now, LET'S GO!" He pointed out the door as Marco marched himself downstairs to the main hallway.
Upon reaching the van parked outside his home he noticed everyone inside. His mother, dressed in an elegant blue dress, his father, dressed in a bold black tuxedo sporting an equally bold, dark blue tie to match his mother. Finally his groomsmen, Alfonso, Jared and Chris, all donning matching suits with orange yellow and pink ties, respectively.
All his groomsmen looked great. The years had definitely changed Ferguson and Alfonso. Ferguson lost the baby fat and gained a bit of muscle, still a bit tubby, but more hardened. Alfonso was still skinny, not much taller, however, he filled out a lot more after high school. The odd speech pattern sadly was no different.
Both Jared and Chris met Marco through freshman year courses at their college. After graduation, they agreed to start up a local software company located in Marco's hometown, Echo Creek. It wasn't before long that Marco decided to call up his old ECA buddies to catch up on old times.
Ferguson ushered Marco into the passenger's seat of the van before flooring the gas pedal, speeding off to the wedding pavilion, and mushing everyone backwards into their seats.
As the clear stained glass dome of the wedding pavilion came into view, Marco couldn't help but sigh, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, setting ablaze the scenery with peace and tranquility in a soft orange glow.
"No turning back now." He whispered.
Well that was about as far as I can go for right now. I have already made plans to continue this story some more so think of this as a kind of "prologue". However if it sucks too much I might just discontinue it all together.
As you may have noticed, the story seemed to... avoid a certain character... maybe they're important... maybe they're not. Maybe they'll play a large role in the next installment... Either way reviews and comments deeply appreciated as I am always looking for some criticism and advice! :)