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2 months later
"Tris!" A voice calls out.
"What's up, Chris?" I respond.
"I just wanted to say hi to my favorite maid of honor." Christina says innocently.
"There's only one maid of honor." I state blatantly, currently more absorbed in my work than her.
"Exactly." She smirks.
"What do you want?" I ask.
She's obviously up to something. You can just see it in her face.
"Well, you see..."she trails off "You know how we planned to have our wedding in that barn?"
"Yes..."
"Will and I decided that idea was too basic. Everyone's doing those 'Pinterest themed' ideas for their wedding. Then I started thinking... what if we have it at the Navy Pier? Do you know where that is?" She questions.
"Yeah." I respond hesitantly.
"I know it's in Chicago, but you probably won't see anyone there right?"
She knows that everything I'm running from is there. She knows, but obviously doesn't care.
"Chris!" I groan.
"Please! It's gorgeous!" She pleads.
"You know I used to go there as a kid? It's closed down now."
"I know it's closed down. Will and I are already planning to make reservations, unless you don't want me to. We can get it cleaned up a little, and who knows, it might just turn out to be the best wedding the world has ever seen!" She exclaims while spreading her arms out wide, like a bird.
"Ok.." I agree.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squeals.
I hug her and she starts to tell me about all her plans about the amusement park. What she doesn't know is that my family lives thirty minutes away from it. And Al only lives ten minutes away from Navy Pier. But this isn't my wedding, so I can't make any part of this about me. I want her to be happy.
"Chris...", I stumble upon a thought,"How are your guests going to get to Chicago?"
"There are only a few we invited from California. Believe it or not, Will and I both have family from Chicago. So all we have to do is buy a couple extra plane tickets and we'll be good to go!" She informs me.
"Who are you inviting from Cali?"
"Just a few friends from work. Oh and Tori." She says.
Tori is a tattoo artist we met about 9 months ago. We all hit it off right away and became immediate friends. Ever since, we'll each make time to go get coffee. We call each other the three amigos.
"What about Will?" I inquire.
"A few friends from work too. Oh and he mentioned bringing Four." She states.
"Four? Like the Four?" I say stunned.
"Yeah apperently. I mean, I don't mind at all. That man is the sexiest human being alive!"
"Christina! You're getting married!" I shout teasingly.
"A girl can dream!" She yells back with a wink.
Four is well known actor around America. He is so gorgeous, girls will watch his movies just to see his face. His most intriguing feature is his eyes. They are the deepest blue I have ever seen, almost black. Tobias's name pops up in the back of my mind but I shake it off. We haven't seen each other since that one night, but I can't stop thinking about him.
Of course the only guy I would consider being with is probably gone.
3 months after
The plane ride to Chicago felt extremely long. Especially since I was dreading our arrival. Christina and her friends from California took a separate plane than Will so they wouldn't see each other the day of the wedding. That was Tori's idea.
"You ready?" I ask Christina with a small smile.
"As ready as I'll ever be." She mumbles back.
She squeezes my hand lightly and we make our way to the hotel.
Once we arrive, we immediately start to prepare for the wedding. Christina helps me apply my makeup as Tori does her hair. The other bridesmaids are sharing the room next to us. Then Tori and I both work with Christina's makeup. After applying thick eyeliner over her champagne eyeshadow, we start to work on getting her fake lashes on. Finally, we move to her lips and I put a light rose color on them.
We fit her into her dress and walk out of our hotel room after a few hours. My navy blue bridesmaid dress is floor length. It also has a sweetheart neckline. He dress has a form-fitting bodice until it reaches my waist, where it flows out. My hair is lightly curled and falls down over my shoulders to my lower back. I'm wearing more makeup than I would regularly, but not that much if I'm comparing myself to Christina. My heels add a few inches to my height, and if I'm being honest, I really like it. We make our way out of the hotel and leave in a Limo for Navy Pier. Chris made us take such an extravagant vehicle because she wanted to make a "Grand Entrance".
Once we arrive, I turn over to Chris and grab the train on her dress. She's wearing a white ballgown dress with lace and a few sequins decorating the upper half of her gown.
The music starts to play and I enter first. I walk down the wooden flooring that looks similar to a boardwalk. People sit on either side of me and watch intently. I see so many eyes on me. It isn't until I reach the end of the aisle that I start to stutter my steps. Why? A pair of deep blue orbs have me entranced. Four's eyes. They're even more piercing in person.
I struggle to pay attention as the wedding goes on. Four is so distracting. No wonder girls fawn over him, the man is literally a magnet.
Then, Christina starts to walk down the aisle. Her body is draped in white. The ballgown dress flows elegantly over her curves. With every step Christina takes, the dress seems to follow her gracefully. Everyone's eyes are glued to her as she makes her way towards Will. But instead of watching her as she continues, I turn to Will. His face says it all. He has a smile so large that it looks like it's about to come off his face. His eyes are slightly watering, though he looks like he's trying his hardest to hold it back. They're going to be so happy together.
I hold back a laugh when I see Christina almost trip. Some of the boards on the pier have holes. She finally gets to Will. Will latches his hands onto Chris's. Then, after a long speech, they are told to say their vows. Christina has her vows written on a paper and quickly pulls them out.
"Will, I couldn't imagine a life without you. Throughout our time together, you have been my rock. Through good and bad, you've kept me steady with a gentle hand. I know I wouldn't be able to survive without you. I've tried so many times to express how much I love you, but words aren't enough to tell you how I feel. You are a mature, kind man. You are a genius and you work well with anything and everything you do. You are understanding yet not overbearing. You're athletic but not cocky. You're funny but you don't try too hard to impress me. You are the perfect man for me and I'm dumbfounded on how I ever found such an amazing person. And you're also athletic!" She says with a wink. "I promise to love you through-" Christina continued on with her speech, tears running out her eyes. I couldn't bare to listen anymore. I would end up crying if I did. So instead, I turn my head to look at our surroundings, as a distraction. I see all the small rides I used to play on as a child. Then I see the Ferris wheel. This wheel meant so much more to me than anything else here. It was where I came when something went wrong, even after the Navy Pier was closed. I would climb the ladder on the side and just think. I was alone up in that wheel and I loved it.
Time passes by until they finally put the golden rings onto their fingers. Then, Will is told to kiss his bride. With a grin, he leans in then dips her as the kiss grows deeper. They end their kiss with a quick peck and laugh. I can see the relief in their features. Christina grabs onto Will's hand and pulls him down the aisle in a full sprint. We all laugh and clap and the bridesmaids and I follow behind.
Christina wanted all of us to be recognized, so she had all the bridesmaids and groomsmen wait in a line in the front of the reception. We had to wait to go onto the dance floor until we were announced. I was paired up with Will's groomsman, Peter. Apperently they'd known each other since they were born, so it was kind of mandatory that Will chose Peter as his groomsman, but I just don't like him. He seems snobby and uptight. And not to mention rude. This guy has commented on every single flaw that he can see. It's extremely annoying. Finally, my thoughts are interrupted by a loud voice speaking. I hear the names "Tris Prior and Peter Hayes"
He grabs my arm and tugs me hard as we start to walk forward, like I was oblivious to the fact that they called our names. I roll my eyes at him and move ahead of him. I'm not going to walk with someone like him. I won't deal with it.
He mumbles something rude and I shake it off. Who cares what that snob says.
After what feels like forever, even though we only took about twenty steps, we get to the dance floor. The DJ is playing some upbeat music. I turn over to him and start dancing, for the sake of Chris's wedding, not that I want to. He joins in but keeps a straight face. Can't he have any fun?
"Lighten up." I whisper as we dance to entertain the audience.
"Don't tell me what to do." He growls.
"Peter, this isn't your wedding, don't ruin it for anyone else." I mumble.
"Great. You should've thought about that before you ditched me on the way over here." He responds with anger filling his voice.
I just shake my head, completely aggravated, and continue to dance with a fake smile. We finally finish dancing once the rest of the group gets to the dance floor. We're dismissed and told to get food.
I am served a delicious meat with a small garnishing on top. I dig in and am soon finished with a full stomach.
I decide to go check out the Ferris wheel, we are at Navy Pier after all. The night masks most of the rides, so I move carefully on my way to the Ferris wheel.
It's been so long. I haven't been to this place since I was about 15. My favorite part about this entire amusement park was the Ferris wheel. It always made me feel free, like I could conquer anything. But now I'd assume that it's closed down. It couldn't possibly work anymore. Memories cloud my mind as I walk by the carousel that I rode when I was young. It isn't long before I arrive at the large ride. It towers above the ground, old and rusted. I take hold of one of the ladder rungs. Quickly, I pull my body up, moving step by step. The wind pulls at my blonde locks and whips them behind my shoulders. My heels start to slip on the old ladder, so I quickly pull them off. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn overflow in my nostrils. Loud carnival music plays as the circular attraction spins slowly. Joy floods my heart. I haven't thought of these memories in forever. I honestly couldn't remember them until now. I slowly start my climb again, bare feet pressing off the cold, metal bars.
"Hey!" A deep voice yells from underneath me.
My body jolts in surprise. I turn down and see a man on the dark pavement. He's wearing a black suit for the wedding, so he's not a security guard. He seems so far away from where I am standing. I must've climbed higher than I thought.
"What are you doing up there?" The voice returns.
"What's it look like?" I shout in response.
"Looks like suicide to me!" He manages to holler sarcastically.
"Why? You afraid?" I joke back.
"No! I just didn't plan to die anytime soon!" He laughs loudly.
"Neither do I!" I exclaim. "Come up with me! It'll be fun!" I motion to him with the hand that's holding my silver heels.
"Why?" He lets out.
"Why not?" I yell back.
"A great motto to live by!" He hollers. I can't tell whether or not it's sarcasm but I couldn't care less. I feel so free.
The man slowly eases his way up to me, then when he's about ten feet away from my body, I start to climb again.
"Why do you like this?" He asks breathily.
"I love it! It's so freeing being up here. Don't you like it?" I answer in pure joy.
"Not particularly." He responds quietly.
"You're afraid of heights." I state.
"Everyone's afraid of something." He speaks.
Quickly, I scan over him. It's hard to make out what he looks like, since I'm currently climbing a ladder, but he has a muscular build and stern face from what I can see. "It looks like you wouldn't be afraid of anything." I honestly tell him.
Before he can answer, a rush of wind slams against my body. I loose my grip of the slippery rung. It feels like I'm in slow motion as I start to fall backwards. This is the end. I should've been more afraid before. I shouldn't have come up here. What was I thinking? My last foot leaves the rung but suddenly a warm hand shoves me forward. He holds his hand on my waist to steady my body. I should be scared from a fall that could've killed me, but all I can concentrate on is his hand. His long fingers snake around my hip, his palm placed lightly against my skin. He radiates warmth and I don't want him to let go. He slowly moves his hand away and I turn to look at his face, to see the man who saved me. His eyes are colored in dark blue. They reflect the moon yet seem to look like an ocean. These orbs seem like they hold all of his secrets. His hair is gelled back and his face glows in the moon's light. He almost looks like Tobias. But it couldn't be...
"Four?" I ask.
He sighs. "Yeah."
"Do I know you?" I question.
He raises his eyebrow quizzically.
"No, no. I mean did we meet before? You look oddly familiar." I state awkwardly.
What am I supposed to say? I pretty much just asked Four if he was Tobias. Two different men! I honestly can't stand myself. He probably thinks I'm an idiot.
Four hesitates. He then quickly tries to recover by saying, "I don't think so."
"Oh... sorry." I respond.
It got awkward so quickly. Why did I have to say anything?
"It's all good. I get that sometimes." He chuckles.
"I wonder why?" I giggle, glad to be back to our fun banter.
"I always ask myself that!" He continues to laugh heartily.
"It must be the hair! I've definitely seen it before!"
"Oh! Of course!" He smacks his forehead. "Why didn't I think of that before?"
We continue to laugh and joke around.
Soon enough, we reach the top of the ladder. I move over to sit down and he finds his way next to me.
"So, Tris, tell me about yourself." He casually speaks.
"Tris..?" I draw out slowly.
"Yeah... that's your name." He replies.
"But I never told you that." I counter.
He mumbles a cuss word under his breath.
"Yeah. Um... Will told me about you."
"What'd he say?" I asked curiously.
"Just that you're pretty cool. He told me that I should try to meet you, so here I am." He explains.
"And now that you met me..." I start to hesitate.
"I agree completely with him." He grins.
A smile breaks out on my lips. Red slowly starts to tint my cheeks. How can a few words affect me so much?
"I think you're pretty cool too, ya know, for being famous and all." I joke with him.
"Well isn't that kind of you?" Four elbows my side lightly with a grin growing on his face.
"Extremely." I whisper back. "I thought you were afraid of heights."
"I am." He states.
"Then why aren't you acting like it?"
"You're a good distraction. I forgot that I was up here while I was talking to you." He comments, his breath starting to grow more labored.
"Sorry for reminding you." I say with a grimace.
"No problem." He smiles while trying to be casual. It seems fake.
"We should probably go back to the wedding now." I whisper with my eyes focused on the full moon.
"I think so too." He mumbles back.
"Okay." I barely say. It's hard to find the motivation to get up. I don't want to leave.
Four moves his muscled arms shakily towards the ladder. He turns his back and slowly starts to climb down. I follow him slowly, not prepared to go down. The ladder feels longer than before. It feels like forever before we reach the ground, and once we finally do, I'm forced to put on my six inch heels. We walk side to side on our way back to the wedding. I ask him about how his life is going and he elaborates on the question, telling me that it's busy and explains why. Apperently, Four is working on a new movie right now. He says it's a sappy romance. I giggle after he groans in disgust. He tells me that's what the people love and I agree. Then, we finally notice the lively couple take the dance floor from a distance. We must've been out longer than I thought. Four and I maneuver our way through a crowd of people. We find a spot along the edge of the dance floor and watch as Christina and Will slowly spin to the song being played by their DJ. I sigh contently from the joy I see in Christina's eyes. She loves him so much. I turn over to look at Four and see the same reaction on his face. He's happy for the couple. You can just see it in his features.
Soon enough, a new song starts to play softly. I look over at Four. He seems so peaceful. A few couples move onto the floor to join the newly married pair in a dance. I turn back over to the actor's face only to see his dark orbs staring directly into mine. In a fast motion, he moves his hand to mine and intertwines our fingers. His arms jolt and in a split second I'm being pulled out onto to the dance floor. Four gives me a sly grin and I laugh with an unbreakable smile on my face.
He wraps his thick arms around my waist and, in turn, I lift my wrists up to wrap around his neck. Our feet take small steps, our bodies swaying in one motion. It's only Four and I, no one else. Our eyes are connected. He doesn't move his attention to anyone else, just me, plain, old me. A soft smile plays on his face. I realize that I hadn't noticed the little dimples on his cheeks before, they're adorable. Then his eyes darken. He leans in and places his lips upon mine. I can't focus on anything else but him. He slowly moves his soft mouth against mine. I push back lightly against his. Then, I pull away with the realization that many people are watching us dance. I bat my lashes shyly at him, keeping eye contact the entire time. He pulls his forehead to mine and we just rest against each other, dancing. It isn't until then that I notice the song playing in the background.
I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand
'Cause, I don't dance