Wedding Bell Blues
Yeah, this is kinda my old style of writing. I missed writing. For those who care, this is probably the only one I'll post for a while. Just a short little drabble…
He looked happy. Well, not as happy as he could be. But happy. It was her wedding, and now she was regretting inviting him. She knew she loved him, not Andrew. He was sitting next to Parker. She could see them from the window of her dressing room. She wished he wouldn't have shown. She was happy with Andrew. Everyone said that they were the perfect match. Even Angela liked him.
He wondered why he came. He loved her. He could hardly bear the thought of her marrying someone else, being happy with someone else. He was considering applying for a transfer. Some other place similar to the Jeffersonian. He hated Alex or Andrew or whatever his name was.
She didn't look happy. They were best friends; after a while you learn to read what the other is thinking. She looked beautiful in the simple, elegant, strapless cream-colored dress. Her hair was loosely tied up in a bun. She wore a tiny tiara. She had never looked so beautiful, but she knew she was hurting. Andrew was perfect for her, but he wasn't what she needed.
He couldn't wait to see his bride. He was certain she'd look amazing – she did everyday. He could imagine them, ten years from now, with kids, a pet, being happily married. But if only she could love him like she loved Booth. He could see it everyday that he came and picked her up for lunch. She laughed, real laughter, when she was with him. She looked herself. But when he took her to lunch, he saw a dramatic change. She was more reserved. He wished she could be more open with him. Suddenly his groomsmen were nudging him towards the door. It was time.
He saw Andrew walk up to the alter. Soon she would follow, and then there'd be no second chance. And there she was. She looked sad. She'd been sad a lot lately. But she looked amazing.
He knew his daddy loved her. So why weren't they getting married? The man said something about objections, and he stood up. He knew what "objections" meant.
What's that stupid kid trying to do? Ruin my wedding? He wouldn't dare! I don't care if she loves him and not me, she is marrying me! He glared at the little kid who stood up.
"Yes, son?" The priest smiled at the little boy. "You have an objection?"
What is he doing? He has an objection? What? He says his dad…loves me? And they're passing it off because he's some kid? She looked over at Andrew, her "perfect match," and looked at Booth, the one who truly loved her. I can't do this.
She gasped as her best friend ran from the alter. They were perfect…. But, Booth was always there for her. And who really wants to marry someone who's just like you? Suddenly a bouquet landed at her feet. She glanced up and saw her best friend smiling at her as she ran. A little boy and his dad were following her.
Crazy kid… How would he know if I loved her? Maybe I let him watch too many classics… Oh, no. She was crying.
She was seated on a tree stump. She couldn't stop crying. She felt bad; she had ruined Andrew's big day, misled him for months now; she had never told Booth how she felt. Maybe this could've been their big day… And here he was. He sat down next to her, apologized, and pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged back. She had never felt so loved. This was a new start for them.
The End! Reviews loved!