Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own MR. But I own Iggy's bride-to-be. She be mine.
This is sooo not me. I don't barge in on white veil occasions! I thought, But then again, Iggy isn't the kind of boy that would be marrying the wrong girl. I slowly walked up the steps of the church, to the wedding that I wasn't invited to. I couldn't believe that Iggy was going to marry that girl! He and I had been through so much together, and he goes and proposes to that Katy girl.
I looked around the foyer, and saw Fang, Dylan, and Gazzy laughing in the corner. Typical. I look at the other side of the room, and see her snotty, tout l'humain, family. They were all wearing pastel colored dresses and suits. I could hear her yelling, it sounded like it was pointed towards Nudge, the faithful little girl who probably planned this whole thing. But I bet Katy somehow got that pastry shaped dress in there.
"Don't say yes, run away now! Don't say even a single vow, Iggy! Hear me out, please!"
I snap out of it, and scoot my way over to the curtains surrounding the hall. I duck behind them as the organ began to play the tragic death march that had been torturing my dreams for weeks. She began to float down the aisle like the pageant queen she believed herself to be. I remained hidden; the constant pang in my chest reminded me that I wasn't invited. You look at her with a subtle look of discuss in your eyes. The eyes that we fought for together to get fixed. The bright blue eyes of the boy I'm in love with. You love me too, don't you? Don't you wish it was me walking down the aisle?
I went over my small speech in my head. Don't say yes, run away now! Don't wait or say a single vow. You need to hear me out, Ig. Please. Then the words I had been waiting for rang out through the air.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace!" the preacher cried out with confidence. Please God, let me borrow some of that confidence. There was a silence, and I knew this was my last chance.
I stepped out from behind the curtains, and raised my hand. "I object!" my voice rang out, clear and true. I launched into my speech. "I know I'm not the type to just barge in on such an important occasion, but Igster, you're not the type to marry the wrong girl. So run away, with or without me, but don't stay here. Don't say your vows, and if you want to be with me, I'll be waiting at the back door. I love you, Ig."
"I love you too, Martinez. I want to run away with you. Meet you out back, I just gotta change outta this tux," he laughed, pulling at his collar. I giggled, and walked out the back door, and leaned against the wall. Not even a minute later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. My best friend was standing there, offering me his hand. I grabbed it.
"Are we officially a couple now?" I asked.
"That depends. Do you have to get divorced if the dude with the book never says 'I now pronounce thee man and sex slave'?" he asked, false confusion in his joyful, carefree eyes. He intertwined his long fingers with mine.
"Still sexist as ever, I see," I joked, kissing him on the cheek, and pulling him to my car.
"Yup!" was his cheerful reply.
What do you think? Good, bad, meager, terrible, so totally frickrin awesome that any teen boy that read it would fan girl squeal? Please review! I'll let your imagination decide if this is Miggy or Eggy. I got this idea the same time as YellowBunny and I got the idea for our Hallelujah fics!
I gotta dedicate this one to my friends BF, who I have deemed 'sexist pig'. This, he knows. This random songfic at 2:30 in the morning is for you, Camden!
~Isabelle~