Weddings and Cheesefries
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This tic will contain mainly Soryako, but has hints of Takari, Kensuke, Jyori, Koumi, and Taito, as well as one-sided Mira and Hiyako. I now consider you warned, and any and all flames will be mocked soundly.
Maybe I should have told her.
I should have told her a long time ago.
I love her.
I've known it for years.
And I'm still thinking it as she carries the flowers down the aisle on her wedding day.
Kari looks so gorgeous in that dress.
Admit it, Miyako. You always think she looks gorgeous.
But she looks even better now.
TK is waiting for her at the altar. He looks happy.
Of course he looks happy, you ditz. Wouldn't anybody in his situation?
He's still happy.
She's happy, too.
They were made for each other. I have to admit it.
And considering that if I look out the corner of my eye I can see their brothers holding hands in their seats, I have to wonder if it's genetic.
Ah, well. You snooze, you lose, Miyako-chan.
She still looks pretty.
Why is it that every crush I've ever had turns bad? I loved Ken, and, well, he's evil. Or was. And he's with Daisuke. I loved Mimi. She looks pretty happy with Izzy over there. I loved Kari.
And she's marrying TK.
Why me?
They say their vows, exchange rings, and kiss.
God, they look happy.
God, I wish I was TK right now.
It's okay, Miyako. You can cry. Everyone cries at weddings.
Now it's on to the reception. They cut the cake. Kari smears it all over TK's face. Everyone laughs.
Even me.
Then we all offer blessings.
Even me.
Then we all go off and dance.
Even me. Iori leaves his spot next to Joe to spin me around the floor once or twice. Joe picks up Sora.
Why is it that everyone found their soul-mate except me?
Finally I manage to break my way out of the crush of bodies to take a seat at my table. I try not to cry. It would ruin my makeup, after all.
Sora walks over to the table, smiling. "Need a friend?" she asks.
I put on my brave face and look up. "No...well, I won't say no...but I did say no...um, well...why do you ask?"
Sora sits next to me, smiling. "I remember how hard it was when I watched Mimi and Izzy get married."
I boggle at the concept. "You loved Izzy?" I ask.
She gives me a little smile. "No. Mimi. And I'd stake a guess that it's not TK you're crying over."
I look up for a second, then back at my hands. "I'm not crying."
"Moping, then. Can't you be happy for her...no, I guess not. Sorry. Well, then, we can at least have a bit of fun."
I look over at TK and Kari sharing champagne, laughing. Sora follows my gaze.
"Not here." She says. "Come on. Lets go find some fast food. I know this place with great cheese fries."
I'm about to say something when she cuts me off. "Great comfort food, cheese fries. Come on." And without another word, she leads me out of the reception.
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To Be Continued
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This tic will contain mainly Soryako, but has hints of Takari, Kensuke, Jyori, Koumi, and Taito, as well as one-sided Mira and Hiyako. I now consider you warned, and any and all flames will be mocked soundly.
Maybe I should have told her.
I should have told her a long time ago.
I love her.
I've known it for years.
And I'm still thinking it as she carries the flowers down the aisle on her wedding day.
Kari looks so gorgeous in that dress.
Admit it, Miyako. You always think she looks gorgeous.
But she looks even better now.
TK is waiting for her at the altar. He looks happy.
Of course he looks happy, you ditz. Wouldn't anybody in his situation?
He's still happy.
She's happy, too.
They were made for each other. I have to admit it.
And considering that if I look out the corner of my eye I can see their brothers holding hands in their seats, I have to wonder if it's genetic.
Ah, well. You snooze, you lose, Miyako-chan.
She still looks pretty.
Why is it that every crush I've ever had turns bad? I loved Ken, and, well, he's evil. Or was. And he's with Daisuke. I loved Mimi. She looks pretty happy with Izzy over there. I loved Kari.
And she's marrying TK.
Why me?
They say their vows, exchange rings, and kiss.
God, they look happy.
God, I wish I was TK right now.
It's okay, Miyako. You can cry. Everyone cries at weddings.
Now it's on to the reception. They cut the cake. Kari smears it all over TK's face. Everyone laughs.
Even me.
Then we all offer blessings.
Even me.
Then we all go off and dance.
Even me. Iori leaves his spot next to Joe to spin me around the floor once or twice. Joe picks up Sora.
Why is it that everyone found their soul-mate except me?
Finally I manage to break my way out of the crush of bodies to take a seat at my table. I try not to cry. It would ruin my makeup, after all.
Sora walks over to the table, smiling. "Need a friend?" she asks.
I put on my brave face and look up. "No...well, I won't say no...but I did say no...um, well...why do you ask?"
Sora sits next to me, smiling. "I remember how hard it was when I watched Mimi and Izzy get married."
I boggle at the concept. "You loved Izzy?" I ask.
She gives me a little smile. "No. Mimi. And I'd stake a guess that it's not TK you're crying over."
I look up for a second, then back at my hands. "I'm not crying."
"Moping, then. Can't you be happy for her...no, I guess not. Sorry. Well, then, we can at least have a bit of fun."
I look over at TK and Kari sharing champagne, laughing. Sora follows my gaze.
"Not here." She says. "Come on. Lets go find some fast food. I know this place with great cheese fries."
I'm about to say something when she cuts me off. "Great comfort food, cheese fries. Come on." And without another word, she leads me out of the reception.
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To Be Continued