Hello. There are probably a few things about this story that should be known before it's read. 1 In my imagination everyone here has a heart that can be held and touched and looked out. They are born with it. Second, there is not really that much homophobia in my fantasy world, so when there is homophobic abuse it's very unusual and even more damaging. So I think that's everything, but if anyone gets confused don't hesitate to message me and I'll explain it better. Thanks
I roll my eyes as Mel pushes the ring onto Lindsay's finger before bringing that same hand up to her lips and kissing it softly, tears in her eyes.
"Oh dear God... give me strength." I mutter as Lindsay grasps Mel's hand and they both turn their attention back to the Vicar. Debbie slaps my leg muttering something that sounds quite a bit like 'fucking...emotionless zombie' I smirk at her and watch as the Vicar steps forward and raises his hands.
"We will now experience the exchanging of hearts. Please could you bring the hearts forward," He said gently to Gus and I watched with pride as my little boy got up to his seat and handed the Vicar two wooden boxes.
I knew immediately which one was Lindsay's. The lighter brown box, was decorated with intricate drawing of hills and valleys and I knew immediately that it was Lindsay's for two reasons. One because everything about the box screamed her, and two because she had shown it me before.
Not that I would ever let anyone know this but I had always found Lindsay's heart quite beautiful. It was quite big for a heart and gave off a calm and wise aura. It was a deep red colour, with only the slightest shade of black in the left side of it. I knew Lindsay would have pretty much no black in her heart and I was not surprised in the slightest to find I was right, she was too pure and kind.
I wasn't really meant to have seen her heart, the heart is only ever meant to be seen by yourself, your parents, the doctor and your lover. But the fact was in some ways I considered myself Lindsay's lover because I had no doubts that were we straight we would have been together. In fact we were together once or twice and it had always been pleasant.
Mel's box was a dark mahogany colour and had less detail on the front of it. I took an immediate dislike to the box. I leaned forwards and rested my arms on my legs to try and watch the scene better.
This was the only reason I came to their wedding, normally I would have hated something that had such sentimentality and was so hetero but the exchange of hearts was something that I found... fascinating. Ideally what was meant to happen at the exchange of the hearts was that the two lovers would take their hearts out of their boxes and place them in their right hands.
Then they would place the hands that were holding their hearts next to each and was happened next was the moment of truth. Hopefully, the two hearts would bind themselves together, locking onto each other and fitting perfectly. When this was happening a flash of rainbow colours would light up the room and you couldn't help but feel ridiculously happy and content.
But and there's the magic word. But. If two people weren't destined to be together the hearts wouldn't re-act, they would just lie in their owners hands pulsing slightly and not only would the two people be humiliated in front of their friends and family, but they had also just exposed everyone to their hearts. Heart Failure- this was called and it was the biggest fear for any soon-to-be newlyweds.
This was just another in the long list of reasons why I will never get married. I'm not going to risk it, because almost never does anyone come away from a Heart Failure and stay with their partner. So why even try? If two people are so convinced that their hearts will bind if they meet, then why even go through with the whole marriage shit.
Because once experiencing a Heart Failure you will almost definitely lose the one person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
Of course another annoyance of having two hearts bounded together is the fact that if the marriage is experiencing problems then the hearts will slowly separate from each other until the bounds are so lose that you can just pull them away from each other. When this happens it hurts, not just emotionally but physically too because your heart has just been ripped away from the heart that was keeping it beating.
And I didn't want this for Lindsay, truth be told I didn't give a fuck about Mel. But if Wendy got hurt because of this- I knew that it would break her. But she wanted this, and I wasn't going to stop her from what she wanted but I just didn't want to see her humiliated, so for the first time in a long time I prayed to a God I didn't believe in that this would go ok.
I watched as Mel and Lindsay placed their hands together slowly. It didn't happen at first, but when it did I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The hearts flew into the air towards each other at a rate faster than lightening.
They crashed into each and the room was filled with brilliant lights, that were so bright I had to close my eyes, I felt the warmth flow through my body and smiled, against my better judgment, at the happiness that had taken over the room.
When the moment was over and the Vicar declared that they could now 'Kiss the brides' I sniffed and sat up straight, rolling my eyes as Lindsay and Mel became locked into a passionate embrace.
"Ain't it just the most beautiful thing?" Deb asks me, shifting in her seat to turn and face, tears in her eyes.
I rolled my eyes at her "Yeah, it's all sunshine and roses." I reply, the sarcasm evident in my tone.
"Don't be such an asshole." She scowls at me hitting me lightly over the back of my head.
"Can't help it," I say back smirking at her, before leaning over and planting a kiss on her cheek and Mel and Lindsay sweep past me.
The reception, is pretty much the same as the wedding. Dull and very boring, I scan my eyes over the crowd of people sitting at the table or on the dance floor, none of them look even remotely fuckable.
I look up from my seat to see Lindsay gliding over to me, before sitting herself in Michaels empty chair next to me.
"You came." She says smiling at me.
"Way to state the obvious, but yes I came." I answer, rolling my eyes. "So Wendy you finally grew up?"
"Everyone has to grow up some time Peter." She answers softly but I ignore her, instead pushing away from my chair and dropping a kiss on her lips.
"Congrats," I whisper as I pull away, and she smiles up at me as I make my way over to the dance floor.
But before I can even reach Michael, I feel as my shirt quickly becomes very damp and I glance up into the outstanding blue eyes of one of the waiters.
".Fuck?" I growl at him angrily, suddenly noticing how stunningly beautiful this man is. I feel my stomach lurch in a way it never has before.
"I'm so sorry sir. I tripped and it all went over... I'm really sorry. How can I help?" He replies quickly and I watch as his cheeks flush a deep red.
I feel as the blood rushes to one of my areas too and I'm surprised at how much I want this man, in a way I've never wanted any other twink. I step towards him and stare down into the piercing blue eyes of the blond haired beauty.
"There are many many ways you can help me." I drawl at him, as my lips brush over his ear. I can feel as he gasps and shudders and I guide the hand that isn't holding an empty glass to my cock. He jerks away from me and I stare at him in surprise.
"No, thanks. Sir. I'm sure you'll find someone else to help you with your needs." He smirks at me and I find myself staring at the blonde.
So, he isn't easy, he has somehow resisted the Kinney charm and he has the balls to show me attitude. I find myself growing more and more attracted to him as the time goes by.
"Sunshine!" I hear Debbie's surprised voice ring through the air and I turn to see her standing behind me, a massive grin on her face.
"Deb?" The boy replies equally as surprised and I watch as Debbie pulls him in for a bone-cracking hug. I stare at the two of them, a frown on my face.
"Okay? What the fuck am I missing?" I ask her, looking between the two of them.
"Brian, this is Sunshine." Debbie replies and I raise my eyebrows at the name as the Sunshine kid blushes again. "Oh, sorry, this is Justin. Justin Taylor. He just started to work at the Diner and I got him the job here at the wedding. Lindsay really likes him, and he's an artist. Lindsay says he works brilliant, and I have to admit it's fucking fantastic." Debbie gushes and I smirk at how obviously she adores the kid already.
Justin stands there staring at the floor not replying to Debbie's praise. Debbie gives him a slight push.
"Don't be so fucking modest Sunshine. Your work is fucking brilliant and you know it." Debbie states but I can tell from the kid's manner that he doesn't really believe that himself.
"Fuck, Brian what happened to your shirt?" Debbie asks and I look down at the bright orange stain that has appeared in my new Armani shirt. Justin grins sheepishly, and I glare at him.
"Sunshine!" Debbie laughs "You did this?"
"Not on purpose." He replies but his eye's glint mischievously and I can't tear my gaze away from him.
"Look I am really sorry about your shirt, um Brian?" He asks and I nod my head "But I really have to get back to work. I'll see you tomorrow at 10:00 am Deb?" He says turning to Deb and she nods and grins, and he smiles a sunshine smile back before heading off out of sight.
"Isn't he just the most fucking adorable thing you've ever seen?" Debbie beams at me and though I roll my eyes a part of me, deep deep down, is nodding vigorously along with her.
As Deb walks over to Mel to offer her congratulations I sigh dramatically. Looks like I know where I'll be spending tomorrow morning.
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