Chapter 12: Maybe I'll meet you there
Two days to go. That was all he had left. Randy just had to wait two more days and Alex would be his for good. He could stop worrying about Alex, and her still having feelings for John. In two more days it wouldn't matter. She would be his wife and any feelings she had for anyone would automatically become nul and void. She was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, her legs curled under her, leaning on her arm looking as though the programme on decorating was important. This was it. Soon they'd buy the first house, then it would be the first child and then the second and third. Their life together would begin soon. Alex was thinking, back to the night before when she'd been taken out by the girl's she knew and gotten drunk on cocktails before doing a horrible thing. She'd suddenly, for no reason other then too much vodka, began crying into Torrie's arms. Torrie had taken her straight home and questioned her about it, but Alex lied and said she missed her Dad, which was partly true. Later Randy would leave to go stay with his parents for the night and Alex would be alone. All her make-up for the big day would line the upstairs dresser, the hair products would be neatly stacked in the bathroom and only her wedding dress would keep her company. Thinking about her dress, locked in the spare room away from Randy's prying eyes, forced her to her feet and up to the room. Alex didn't turn on the light and the room seemed to be bathed in a blue hue and the dress swung like a ghost on the back of the door. She ran a hand down the side of it, feeling thes ilky fabric under her fingers and a dryness sweep over her throat. She thought back to last night, about the lie and the truth she'd told Torrie. Her Dad. Alexander George Springer who'd treated his baby girl like a princess. Alexander Springer who was proud to have his daughter named after him. Alexander Springer who died of a heart attack when she was just eight. Alex missed him, if he was still alive he'd wrap his arms around her and tell her exactly what to do. Then, the truth. John Cena. Who Alex hadn't seen and who wasn't coming to her wedding. She understood, still it hurt. But she understood. It was better that way. Alex didn't trust herself to be able to smile and get married with him there.
"Alex, I'm going now. Maybe I'll see you at the church?" Randy said the last part with a laugh.
"Maybe." She whispered.
John had his day planned out perfectly. Stay in bed until one to sleep off last night's drinks. Work out, watch DVD's, eat and anything to keep his mind off the fact it was Alexandra Springer's wedding day. That was his plan. Of course, nothing goes to plan and when John answered the door to Torrie standing in a navy blue bridesmaid dress he wasn't compleatly surprised.
"I need to talk to you." she said, unlike the times before there was no malice in her voice.
John invited her in and she didn't it down. She paced the lenght of the room a few times, taking deep breaths as if preparing herself for something. She stopped abruptly and turned to him.
"You have to understand how hard this is for me, so I'd appriciate it if you kept quiet."
He nodded and sat down. Torrie twisted her dress.
"A few months ago, when you where busy telling everyone that you loved Alex, she told me the same thing, about you that is."
"And you didn't tell me because?"
"Because I'm her best friend. I made sure that what you said never got back to her either. I didn't want her running back to you just to get her heartbroken again."
"So, you're here to rub it in?" John asked. He didn't have a clue where the conversation was going. "I'm here because I'm Alex's best friend. She doesn't want to marry Randy. She broke down in tears the other night. She didn't say so but I knew."
"What do you want me to do?"
Torrie gave a loud sigh, as if it was obvious. "Tell her you love her. Run in and sweep her off her feet for god's sake! She kept telling me she would fall in love with Randy. But she never did. She's with him to get over you, and it never worked. John, we've had our differences. But you need to get down to that church and stop that wedding. For Alex."
Torrie left the house with that. She thought it was a dramatic enough sentance to let it hang in the air, plus Alex was expecting her. John stayed on the couch, he didn't move for half an hour. He replayed Torrie's words over and over in his head, carefully examaning every single word. He checked the clock. It was almost three, the church was twenty minutes away. John Cena jumped to his feet, he had a wedding to stop.
Two days to go. That was all he had left. Randy just had to wait two more days and Alex would be his for good. He could stop worrying about Alex, and her still having feelings for John. In two more days it wouldn't matter. She would be his wife and any feelings she had for anyone would automatically become nul and void. She was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, her legs curled under her, leaning on her arm looking as though the programme on decorating was important. This was it. Soon they'd buy the first house, then it would be the first child and then the second and third. Their life together would begin soon. Alex was thinking, back to the night before when she'd been taken out by the girl's she knew and gotten drunk on cocktails before doing a horrible thing. She'd suddenly, for no reason other then too much vodka, began crying into Torrie's arms. Torrie had taken her straight home and questioned her about it, but Alex lied and said she missed her Dad, which was partly true. Later Randy would leave to go stay with his parents for the night and Alex would be alone. All her make-up for the big day would line the upstairs dresser, the hair products would be neatly stacked in the bathroom and only her wedding dress would keep her company. Thinking about her dress, locked in the spare room away from Randy's prying eyes, forced her to her feet and up to the room. Alex didn't turn on the light and the room seemed to be bathed in a blue hue and the dress swung like a ghost on the back of the door. She ran a hand down the side of it, feeling thes ilky fabric under her fingers and a dryness sweep over her throat. She thought back to last night, about the lie and the truth she'd told Torrie. Her Dad. Alexander George Springer who'd treated his baby girl like a princess. Alexander Springer who was proud to have his daughter named after him. Alexander Springer who died of a heart attack when she was just eight. Alex missed him, if he was still alive he'd wrap his arms around her and tell her exactly what to do. Then, the truth. John Cena. Who Alex hadn't seen and who wasn't coming to her wedding. She understood, still it hurt. But she understood. It was better that way. Alex didn't trust herself to be able to smile and get married with him there.
"Alex, I'm going now. Maybe I'll see you at the church?" Randy said the last part with a laugh.
"Maybe." She whispered.
John had his day planned out perfectly. Stay in bed until one to sleep off last night's drinks. Work out, watch DVD's, eat and anything to keep his mind off the fact it was Alexandra Springer's wedding day. That was his plan. Of course, nothing goes to plan and when John answered the door to Torrie standing in a navy blue bridesmaid dress he wasn't compleatly surprised.
"I need to talk to you." she said, unlike the times before there was no malice in her voice.
John invited her in and she didn't it down. She paced the lenght of the room a few times, taking deep breaths as if preparing herself for something. She stopped abruptly and turned to him.
"You have to understand how hard this is for me, so I'd appriciate it if you kept quiet."
He nodded and sat down. Torrie twisted her dress.
"A few months ago, when you where busy telling everyone that you loved Alex, she told me the same thing, about you that is."
"And you didn't tell me because?"
"Because I'm her best friend. I made sure that what you said never got back to her either. I didn't want her running back to you just to get her heartbroken again."
"So, you're here to rub it in?" John asked. He didn't have a clue where the conversation was going. "I'm here because I'm Alex's best friend. She doesn't want to marry Randy. She broke down in tears the other night. She didn't say so but I knew."
"What do you want me to do?"
Torrie gave a loud sigh, as if it was obvious. "Tell her you love her. Run in and sweep her off her feet for god's sake! She kept telling me she would fall in love with Randy. But she never did. She's with him to get over you, and it never worked. John, we've had our differences. But you need to get down to that church and stop that wedding. For Alex."
Torrie left the house with that. She thought it was a dramatic enough sentance to let it hang in the air, plus Alex was expecting her. John stayed on the couch, he didn't move for half an hour. He replayed Torrie's words over and over in his head, carefully examaning every single word. He checked the clock. It was almost three, the church was twenty minutes away. John Cena jumped to his feet, he had a wedding to stop.