The wedding.
The week passed by slowly for Bob and Frankie, while for everyone else, it passed in the blink of an eye. The foyer in the home had become the chapple. The all of the friends were attending, and a few humans that were friends of Bob and Frankie. Bob was currently standing under the altar, which had been built just for the occasion by Wilt, Eduardo, Bloo, and Coco. Mac stood by him, in a specially made tuxedo. The friends chatted, while waiting for Frankie to come out of the dressing room.
Near the end of the foyer was a huge table, filled with a wide array of snack foods, and even two weddings cakes, one of which was sugar free so Mac could have some. Dinner items were on the table too, like chicken, salads, and many more items. Bob's tuxedo was a black one with a rose in his torso pocket. His glasses were cleaned to a neat shine, and he was over ecstatic about today.
Frankie's dress was a real head turner. The skirt was large, to the point Frankie couldn't even put her hands on her hips, and she wore ivory high heels to go with it. The top was tight around her chest and waist to show off her curves. She wore a pearl necklace, and white bracelets.
The bride was in her dressing room, going over her vows in the mirror, when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" asked Frankie,
"Your grandmother," said the voice at the other side of the door, "may I come in?"
"Go ahead," said Frankie. The knob turned, and the lady walked in,
"Are you ready?" she asked,
"Yes," said Frankie. And so the two walked to the room. Upon seeing Frankie and Madame Foster, a few friends played "Here comes the bride" on kazoos. Frankie and Madame Foster walked to the end of the aisle, and when they arrived, Madame Foster took her spot on a pew next to Mr. Herriman.
"Dearly beloved," said the man hired to be the priest, "we are gathered here today to unite Robert and Francis in Holy Matrimony." As the man continued to talk, Bob and Frankie had a bit of a telepathic conversation.
"Frankie," Bob's head sent to Frankie's, "I love you. I'll be there for you to my last breath. I would kill to see you smile, or jump halfway to insanity to taste your kiss."
"Bob," Frankie's Head sent to Bob's, "You're all I ever wanted or needed. I aim to please you." Soon, though, the preacher got to the best part,
"Robert," he said, "do you take Frankie to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," said Bob, with a smile.
"Francis," said the Preacher, "do you take Robert to be your lawfully wedded husband? To cherish and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," said Frankie,
"Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." Bob and Frankie thus engaged in a true love's kiss, all burning and tender. The crowd burst into applause. Herriman noticed that Foster had tears in here eyes.
"Is there a problem?" he asked her,
"My little girl," she said, "has become a woman." After the kiss ended, Frankie took her bouquet and turned her back to the audience. She flung her bouquet through the air. And who should catch it but Alex, one of Frankie's best female friends. Frankie then sat down, and Bob removed the garter. A crowd of men gathered before him, and Bob flung the garter. Who should catch it but Henry. And thus, Bob and Frankie lived out their lives in peace.
And so ends The New Guy. I have an idea for a sequel. Should I post a sneak peak of it as an extra chapter or should I leave you all guessing?