This idea has been stuck in my head for forever. I had to do something with it. Here lies a very short prologue of this story. I'm not sure when I'm going to update this, but hopefully soon. I'm going to try my best to keep rotating story updates, though. Enjoy!
Five years ago…
"How do I look, Carlos?"
Logan turned away from the mirror to face his best friend.
"Wait…"
Carlos reached for the white bowtie that was tied around the groom's neck and pulled the two ends in opposite directions.
"There. You look dashing, Logan."
Logan smiled, dimples prominent, and stared at his reflection in the mirror once again. His smile slowly wiped away and he sighed.
"I'm scared, Carlos. This is a huge step for me. Am I making the right choice?"
Carlos swallowed thickly and let out a small chuckle.
"Logan, don't overthink it. Camille loves you, and you—" Carlos cleared his throat so his voice wouldn't crack "—and you love Camille. That's all there is to it."
Logan's crooked grin returned onto his pale face and nodded, putting his hands on his best man's shoulders.
"You're right, Carlos. Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Carlos nodded and smiled.
"You're welcome, buddy."
"So, any last words before my bride walks down that aisle?" Logan asked.
Carlos immediately dropped his eyes to his polished dress shoes and shook his head.
"No."
Logan found it rather odd behavior, and so he raised Carlos' chin up with his finger.
"Are you okay?"
Carlos managed a weak smile.
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't know, why did you just avoid my eye contact like that?"
"I didn't," Carlos replied.
"Yes, you did. What's bothering you?"
"Nothing," Carlos insisted, getting a little bit annoyed.
"Carlos, come on," Logan urged. "It's my wedding day, and you better not hide any secrets from me."
Carlos shifted from side to side uncomfortably, Logan's grip still on his shoulders.
"Carlos?"
Carlos forced a grin on his face and gave him a thumbs-up.
"Everything's fine. See you in a few minutes."
And with those last words, he walked out into the hallway and shut the door, leaving the poor man wondering what was bothering his best friend.
He sighed and passed a hand through his face. He would talk to Carlos about that moment later. He straightened himself up and made sure each strand of hair was in place. He turned around and exited the room.
This is it. I'm getting married.
Yeah, cliche prologue but I hope I can make it less as the story progresses haha. I actually planned this story out more than usual so... it should be smoother.
Anyway, reviews are deeply appreciated~.