A/N Woody is an idiot. A naive little idiot. But we all already knew that, right? I mean, you'd have to be an idiot to do what Woody does here. But like I said, Woody was going to wind up happy. Sorta. Garret's wise in witholding his advice. I wouldn't want to give Woody advice either after what Woody's done to her...And Fluffy, I think you just inspired me for a drabble...Right, I really should break my own rule of "two reviews and I post unless it was a cliffhanger and want to keep a ton of people waiting..." because you guys keep reviewing so much...
The invitation sat on the counter, and he stared down at it, pulling the knot in his tie up to his neck. She stood there, staring first at it then up at him. "Don't go if it's going to hurt." He told her simply and she shook her head.
"I'm over him, I need closure." He looked up at her with soft eyes and he grabbed the invitation.
"You sure?" He asked again and she nodded.
"Yeah." He had given her the one last chance, one last way to back out of this.
"We should get going then." She nodded, walking out in front of him. She looked absolutely gorgeous; she would steal the spotlight away from the bride. It wasn't that amazing of a dress, a plain black dress with a ruffle up one side that alternated layers of red, but when she walked out wearing it, he hadn't been able to speak for almost a full minute.
They found the church by the white limos in front of it, and slid inside, finding Lily, Bug and Nigel already in one pew. They were amazed to see just how many people had shown up, nearly all of them from the bride's side of the family. The one side of the church had an almost three to one ratio compared to who was there for the groom.
He looked over at her as they all rose for the bride to walk in and found her face to be set stoically. She wasn't going to show any emotion. "If you want to leave-" He whispered and she shook her head. She wasn't going to show any emotion. She had willed the emotion away. But he was there for her.
He gave her hand a small squeeze as they said their "I dos" and felt her hand respond by grasping his as tightly as she could, she was fighting so hard not to show anything. He could see the glimpse of it in her eye-the faint sign of tears, the look of utter pain, but at the same time the realization that she was over the boy, she was never going to have him again, dawing on her. There was a spark behind the hurt.
The boy had been an idiot to invite her. Just because they had become friends was no reason for the boy to invite her when she obviously still cared. But she was here anyway, watching the detective marry the same blonde bimbo he had been showing around the town, and he had to admit, the boy looked overjoyed.
Then again, he had married someone who bore a striking resemblance to the woman standing up at the altar. And his relationship had failed. He should have given Woody fair warning, but the boy didn't deserve it, not for hurting Jordan the way he had. Let the boy find out just what she would be like on his own.
The ceremony was simple and sweet and before they knew it they were at the reception. The smell of booze all around him was getting to him, getting under his skin. He looked over at her and she smiled, slightly. She would keep him on the right track; he could count on her to stop him from doing something stupid.
The sip of champagne that he had as Cal toasted the happy couple was almost more than he could take. There was that slight burn that felt so good going down. Jordan had been wise and whenever they had gone out they had gone to someplace that wasn't a bar, he hadn't been around this much booze in a long time. It wouldn't be that hard to just have one sip. One, that's all it would be. One scotch.
He felt her eyes on him and he looked over. "Don't think about it, think of anything else." She said, obviously understanding what was running through his mind. He smiled faintly as he watched Nigel whisk her away to the dance floor.
She moved with such an easy grace, she looked so good dancing the way she did. He didn't know when he had started noticing the way she moved, the way she talked, the little things about her, the cute way she'd blow a lock of hair out of her face whenever it would slip out.
He shook the thoughts from his head and down a long gulp of soda. It just wasn't the same. But he wouldn't drink, he wouldn't hurt her ever again, he couldn't.