Epilogue One: Feil

Flower girl. How the hell did my parents manage to convince me to be flower girl? First of all, I'm a boy. Flower girl? Yeah, that doesn't really fit my gender, does it? Flower boy doesn't fit either; it makes me sound like a weirdo.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Far had not put a flowery dress in my closet, but instead inside was a purple dress shirt and some slacks, alongside a black vest that had a note attached.

Hej, Flower Girl~ ;)

Daddy thought he'd send you some love before the big day ;D

Kisses :3

I sighed, grabbing the clothes out of the closet and throwing them onto my bed. Today was such a big day; I was a little nervous for my parents, to be honest. I mean, they were getting married for certain. I remember when they told me last Christmas, apparently Far had proposed while I was out cold on the couch. They came back in as I was waking up, and I guess that was when they asked if I wanted to be flower girl as a prank –because everybody wants their sixteen year old son to be their flower girl. When I'm tired, I answer things with grunts and groans, which can be interpreted as either yes or no, depending on what you want it to be at the time. My parents interpreted my grunt as a "yes, I would love to be your flower girl. You're the best parents ever~ c: I love you."

I walked out of my room and made my way to the living room, and lo and behold, there were the bride and groom to be. My parents had gotten used to living with each other after the many months we all spent in Copenhagen as a family (it was currently July)…because they were making out on the couch. I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to gag, it's nice that they're together and all, but they're gross. No, they're not cute. Don't say they're cute. They're gross. I pulled myself together as the two of them broke apart and plopped down on the couch next to my mom,

"So, big day today, huh?" Mor blushed lightly, giving me a small smile as he did so, and running a hand through his hair nervously before quietly responding,

"Certainly is, sweetheart." He sighed, suddenly running his hand through my own hair, "You need a haircut. Your hair is a mess like your dad's." Far laughed as I blushed,

"It's fine. I'll make it nice for you today, Mor." He kissed my cheek, smoothing out my hair one last time, and nodding. I guess I pleased him or he got bored messing with my hair, because soon after he nervously grabbed the chain around his neck that had his engagement ring attached to it. It was beautiful. White gold with a swirling pattern that encircled the entire thing, one lone blue jewel attached.

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It was getting late; I should really change into that flower girl outfit my dad had gotten for me. It was really nice. The purple went with my eyes and stuff, I liked it. Quickly, I threw off my clothes in order to hastily change into the clothes my dad had lain out for me. Smoothing down my hair and pinning my bangs down like my mom always did, I ran out the door into our backyard. My parents had agreed that having a backyard wedding would be the best for them, all romantic and shit. They even let me invite Fang-Hua over as my date. We hadn't seen each other in a while because I stayed in Denmark to help my parents with their wedding preparations; I was scheduled to go back to Finland for school next year. I grinned at her as I grabbed the flower basked filled with my mom's favorite flowers and walked towards the aisle Uncle Berwald had set up in the backyard. Aunty Tino smiled at me as I walked casually down the aisle past him like a freaking BAWS, not everyone can look this sexy as a sixteen year old, male flower girl. Behind me, I could see Mor walking down towards Far who was just standing around like a dork at the front with Uncle Emil following close behind holding the rings. As I reached the front of the aisle, I stood next to my dad, looking just as much like a dork as he did. He grinned at me before turning to look at Mom, who chose to not wear a gown; he said it was "awkward" even though we all knew that he would look sexy in a wedding gown.

After Mom had managed to make his way up the aisle with Uncle Emil right behind him, I could see him smiling at Far who smiled back. It was actually a little awkward for me up there, I felt out of place. But my parents wanted me up with them.

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Vows were exchanged (I don't want to bore you with the details of that, let's just summarize it, okej? So, Far said how much he missed Mor and he gushed, which then lead to Mor talking about how he never hated him and I, he only said he hated us because he wanted to assure that he didn't hurt himself. It was interesting. Then they started kissing and I think I gagged for real this time, not quite sure. It was a bit traumatizing for my little seventeen year old brain to fathom, you don't kiss in front of the flower girl-boy-person!), Uncle Emil gave the rings because Mor wanted him to "hand over his brother to Far" or some other cheesy thing like that, and then we all partied. Hard. We're Danish after all.

I grabbed Fang-Hua's hand and spun her in a circle before dipping her down and kissing her all smooth like; yeah, I know, I'm smooth. She had the cutest little dress that her mom gave her, it was red and had the long sleeves she liked but it was also form fitting everywhere else. It made her look awesome. There was a little white flower in her hair; she said it was because she liked the flowers her dad grew in their garden. The white one reminded her of how her dad called her his "snow flower".

She giggled as I spun her around several times,

"I never knowing you could dance." I looked at her with feigned shock, but couldn't help but smile widely. She smiled back; I lead her to the side of our house, hand in hand. She looked down at her feet nervously, shuffling them shyly. I stared into her bright, violet eyes before mashing my lips against hers. Months without your girlfriend makes you go a little crazy, you know? I was excited to see her and I wanted to just, well, hold her forever and make out with her until our tongues went numb. I licked her bottom lip softly, asking for permission to explore her mouth, she obliged and opened her mouth slowly. My hands wound around her and placed themselves on the small of her back as she wrapped her arms around my neck, all the while our tongues were wrestling together.

The world felt right. I had a family and a perfect girlfriend in my arms. She broke away from the kiss, looking into my eyes with something I had never seen in her violet orbs before: lust. I think I scanned her up and down, mentally stripping her down. We were both brought back to reality when my dad called for me, my eyes widened and I turned at least seven shades redder than I should have been. Those images of her were stuck in my mind…she was just so beautiful.

I shook my head. No, Feil! No. If you get into this girl's pants and her dad, her creepy ass Russian, scarf monster of a dad, finds out, you're as dead as that reindeer you ran over in Finland that Aunty Tino later made for dinner. Do you want to be that reindeer? Yeah, I didn't think so. Get your act together, ass! I mentally slapped myself for thinking those thoughts; sure it was totally natural since I'm, well, a teenage boy. Sex is like my fuel. Sex with my beautiful Chinese-Russian girlfriend with her perfect figure would be like fuel for the next month. But I don't really want to die, so we'll just wait to get into her pants until later…

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Okej, I lied. We had sex. And it f***ing blew my mind ;D

Hola~

The story is ending! D: Ermahgerd! Nuuuuu! But I'm excited to say that I do plan on making this a sort of series, the next story in this little series being focused on Feil's best friend Fantome. Here's a little summary of the story's main plot idea:

Best friends were always there for you, through the thick and the thin. However, Fantome felt his best friend was slowly moving away from him, what with his new girlfriend and his parents getting married. Everything was so different. Inside, he wished he could tell Feil how he really felt about the Dane, but he knew he never would. Feil would never know that Fantome had loved him since before they knew each other, before they became friends.

Does it sound okay? Any suggestions, my friends?

Also, I'm writing out the smut scene with Feil and Fang-Hua in a separate oneshot, so be on the lookout for that if you'd like to read it. But be warned, I'm not really the best smut writer on the face of this planet, so don't kill me. Okay? ^^'

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