Everything Is Everything

So I got this idea when I went with my sister to her dress fitting today, and I wanted to get it out before I had to go to work. So I hope you enjoy!

Everything Is Everything

She looked at her reflection in the full bodied mirror in front of her and a smile spread across her lips. She'd never felt more beautiful in her life. She'd finally found someone who made her feel special, she finally found someone else who gave her butterflies.

There had been times in her life when she doubted she would ever be able to find happiness again. Through all the constant heartbreaks she'd learned to protect herself. She'd learned how to build a wall up and keep people out. But he got to her. He was able to break down the wall to her heart. They had their share of trouble, but she knew from that moment she saw him step off the bus that he was different. There was just something about him that drew her to him.

"Hey there." He said, he walked with almost a slight limp. And seemed to be holding his arm, across his chest in a protective manner.
"Hi." She replied, stepping aside so he could pass. He matched her step, and when she moved the other way so did he. A giggle came out of her mouth, as a chuckle came out of his.
"Do you maybe want to get a drink?" He asked curiously.
"Sure." She said, "Alex." She muttered holding out her hand.
"Whoever you want me to be." He replied giving her a cocky smile. Bending down slightly he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and followed her to the nearest bar.

He proposed two weeks later, and she had never been more certain about anything in her life. Even despite the fact that they didn't know everything about each other. They had wanted to get eloped, but when she told her parents they insisted on a last minute wedding.

"Alex are you sure you want to do this?" A dark haired girl asked.
"I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything in my life." Alex responded, stepping out of the dress. "Besides Jodie since when do you care?"
"I just don't want you to make a mistake."
"I love him."
"It's been two weeks."
"Actually three."
"You don't know anything about him."
"So I'll learn things."
"Alex you don't even know his last name." Her friend exclaimed.

Alex thought about what her friend had said, and shrugged.
"He makes me happy, and he makes me feel things I've never felt before."
"Fine, if your happy then I'm happy." Jodie said knowing she had lost the argument.

A knock came to the door, "Come in." Alex called. The door opened slowly, and a head popped in. "Am I interrupting?" He asked swinging the door open, and stepping inside.
"Why'd you bother asking if you were going to come in anyways?"
"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Jodie pointed out.
"The wedding's tomorrow and might I point out that you aren't even wearing your dress." He said giving her another one of his cocky smiles.
"You look like such a perv when you do that." Jodie said.
"And you look like such a whore when you stand up." He countered.

Alex stood between them, one hand on his chest. "Okay guys that's enough. Jodie I'll see you tomorrow." Alex gave Jodie a hug before turning back to face her fiancée.

"I thought you were going to try."
"I was only joking with her."

Alex turned and faced her reflection in the mirror. He put his arms around her waist, and buried his head into her shoulder.
"I can't believe tomorrow's the day."
"I know, I can't believe it. Did you ever think you'd meet such a great catch like me?" He asked lifting his head up.
"Did I ever think I'd meet a guy who's been shot, been to jail, and probably even more of a badass then me? No, but I found one I'm crazy about so I guess that does make you a good catch." She turned to him and smiled, and he captured their lips together.
"Did you talk to your brother?"
"No, I don't think it's a good idea. He made it pretty clear that he never wanted to see me again."
"You want him there, so just call him. Unless you want me to call him."
"I'll do it now, okay?" He said removing his arms.
"Okay, I'll see you later." She said giving him a quick peck.

He stood outside on the sidewalk and lit a cigarette. Taking a few drags, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the one number he didn't think he'd ever dial again. It went straight to voice mail. Clearing his throat, he took another drag before speaking. "Hey Ry, it's me Trey."