I own nothing but my rubber boots...
Here is yet another installment of One Wedding and A Hypothetical Funeral! I hope you enjoy it! Honestly though? I'm not sure how this is going to go... So... Be gentle... (The Spoon winces...) LOL!
'IT'S OFFICIAL'
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEP! Oh my Gosh Gwen! I can't believe he finally asked you!"
Julie was on over drive. Obvioulsy overly excited on the couples recent engagement. Gwen just stood there, smiling, showing off her gorgeous bling.
Julie grasped the red head's hand, a little too eagerly, but just awed the beautiful simple rock that layed perfectly on Gwen's finger. The asian beauty was desperate to find out how the 'person with absolutely no romantic stone in his body' proposed...
A few short story telling minutes later...
"He threw you into the lake!"
Gwen's face turned into the dreamy fluttery like stance, and she clasped her hands over her chest. "Yeah. Pretty romantic, huh?"
"Well... With Kevin being... Well... Kevin.. I guess that's as good as it's going to get." Julie sheepishly laughs at Gwen's off putting gestures of how the boy had proposed. "You guys definately are a match."
Standing outside Julie and Ben's humble aboad, were Kevin and Ben. Kevin casually leaning up against his car, and Ben annoyingly slurping on those god for saken smoothies.
"So. Judging by the ear piercing screams we just heard from Julie, I guess Gwen decided to be stuck with you forever, huh? Man... Poor girl..." Ben sighs, and then proceeds to put a hand to his chin in thought. "Maybe I should send her flowers and a sympathy card or something, just for good measure."
Kevin glares at his moronic stricken friend. Not at all amused.
"Look, I could just pound you now. Or you can retaliate that last comment and apologize."
The hero lets out a low chuckle and playfully punches Kevin in the shoulder. The older boy looks down to his shoulder and back up to his very brave friend. Adding more of a heated glare to Ben's situation.
"Relax, Kevin. I was only kidding... You nervous already, cuz man, your edgy."
"No. I just don't like it when you say stuff like that. It took me a long time to get the guts to do this. So..."
Kevin trails off, looking down, staring at his own feet. Avoiding the younger boy's gaze, not continuing on with the conversation. Ben knew it took a lot for his friend to do this. So, he lets it go... For now... But rest assured, Ben will find his kicks out of this at some point. He made a promise to himself that he would.
GWEVIN. GWEVIN. GWEVIN. GWEVIN.
Plans were in the making. A date has been set. And it was just mere months away. Gwen and Kevin sat in the red head's tiny apartment discussing some of the small, yet important details of the wedding.
Gwen was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through endless pages of Bridal Gown magazines. Oooing and Ahhing pretty much at all of the dresses labled inside. Trying to break the silence filling the air, she Clears her throat, and looks to her husband to be.
"Have you decided who your best man is going to be? I mean, not to be rude or anything, but, you really don't have a lot to choose from."
Kevin snickers a bit under his breath, taking a sip of some of his black coffee, gaining the girl's attention.
"What?"
Then an idea came into play in Kevin's mind. If Gwen was going to bring on this little conversation game, well... Kevin just loved games. So? He's was going to play along with it. Keeping a straight face as he did.
"No. I haven't decided. But I have a few, uh, 'canadites' that I can choose from." He shrugs. "But I'm not totally sure on who I'm askin' yet."
This got Gwen's attention, her eyes sparkled with interest. Perfect. She was taking the bait.
"Yeah? Like who?"
Kevin starts to plaster a grin to his face. But still keeping it low key. He couldn't make it too obvious. That would just ruin the boy's fun.
The raven haired young man takes a breath, sips his coffee a bit more before he decides to answer. Making his now fiance, a bit irritated. Yep. He was doing his job.
"Well. I know you probably already think that I'll choose Ben. But... I don't know... I mean, yeah sure he's your cousin 'n' all, but... Do monkeys really look good in tuxes?"
Gwen gave him a heated glare, huffing under her breath. She was so falling into, 'now Kevin's', little game.
"Kevin! Be serious!"
"Or..." Kevin chuckles, blatenly ignoring the girl's little rebuttle. "I was thinking maybe Argit would be perfect for the job. I mean, him and I go waaay back. We have history. Ya know?" Kevin avoids her death defying glare at first, by taking more sips of his black java.
Gwen on the other hand couldn't help but lose control of her jaw. Letting it drop at first in responce.
"You- you aren't serious! Argit? Argit! I am NOT having a evil little rat stand in our wedding, Kevin!"
"Well then? Don't push me."
Kevin was really extending the boundries on his little game. Having the red head stand up, making the chair fall in the process.
"Don't you dare play that card Kevin! This isn't funny." She folds her arms in heated anger. "I'm starting to think your not taking our wedding seriously!"
Knowing he pushed his girlfriend a bit too far, Kevin wipes the grin off his face rather quickly. Trying very hard to keep Gwen's anger at bay.
"Relax, Gwen. I was only messing with ya. And for the record? I am taking it seriously."
Gwen simply rolls her eyes while sighing. "Yeah right."
Kevin gets up out of his chair, and brushes a strand of hair out of the red head's face. Cupping his hands tenderly around her jaw line.
"I am. You know you mean everything to me, Gwen. I couldn't stand it if I lost you over somethin' this stupid. And I was kidding." He leans in a bit closer, just brushing her nose with his own. "And your right. Ben is the best for the job. I had plans of askin' him anyways." Then he lets out a small chuckle. "Although, just to be fair? Argit? Is a tool."
Kevin's last remark earned him a tender slap, and a giggle from his girlfriend. Closing the ending argument with a tender little kiss.
The wedding still goes on as planned.
GWEVIN. GWEVIN. GWEVIN.
Kevin called Ben on the plumbers badge, and told him to meet him at the garage. Not letting the hero know what exactly was going on. Ben obliged none the less, and met the older boy within the hour. Kevin threatened him of course, if he wasn't to the garage on time.
Boy... Kevin has a time issue in this story...
"So whats so important that you couldn't just tell me over the communicator, Kevin."
Ben looked slightly annoyed as he walked into the garage. But notices right away that Kevin was in his more 'serious' mode. Not saying another remark, the hero casually sits down on the worn out couch just across from Kevin's parked car. Waiting for his friend to speak.
"I told you to come here because I wanted to ask you somethin' important I guess."
"Oh."
Ben had a pretty good idea of what this question was, and started to smile like dork. Wide, and all teeth. Yep. One big dork-esk kind of smile.
Kevin lays down one of his tools, and grabs a rag, and wipes off his hands from all the grease he collected while working on his car. Turning around, he notices Ben's face was sporting a big goofy smile, adding a twisted look on to his own.
"Why are you smiling like idiot?"
Ben grins even wider. "Because I know what your going to ask me."
Glaring back at his over confident friend. Kevin walks towards the occupied couch.
"Is that so, huh?"
The hero folds his arms over his chest confidently. "Yep. And I just wanted to say that I except!"
"Uh-huh. Well, just to be clear. What I wanted to ask you was, if maybe you knew any good people that was close to Gwen, that wouldn't mind standing up as my best man."
Ben's face suddenly went blank. Kevin was drinking all of it in. Oh how it made his day seeing the hero distruat over something like this. The older boy continues. Loving the younger boys reaction. "Obviously you claim to know sooo many people and everything..."
Ben slowly gets off the couch. Saddness draping all over his face. But with how optomistic our hero was, he slaps the happy right back into the conversation. Scratching the back of his head in thought.
"Well, I know a few people i could ask. I mean, we could ask Ken. I'm sure he would be more than happy do it."
Ken...
Wait a minute... Ken?
Kevin's attitude slowly changes on the hero's terrible suggestion.
"Ben?"
The hero smiles. "Yeah?"
"You do realize that Ken and I don't actually get along, right?"
Ben grins even wider. He knew what he was doing. "Yeah, I know."
"But you mentioned it anyways?"
"Uh-huh."
Kevin also caught on to Ben's little plan, and started to smile as well.
"Well? Ok. Thanks, Benji."
The hero's face fell for the second time that day. He thought for sure this was going to work. His anger, finally starting to build.
"What! How can you even go along with that? I mean, Ken? Seriously! Has he ever put his life on the line for you? Has he hung out with you day in, and day out? Put up with your insults? I mean, I think I take them like a champ! I let you insult me! LET YOU! And you can't even ask me, your BEST friend to stand up in your own wedding!"
Ben was breathing heavily at this point. Kevin, purposly letting the boy finish with his rant before he would let the hero in on the true reason as to why he called boy down to the garage in the first place.
"You done?"
Ben falls back onto the couch defeated. "Yeah... I'm done."
"Good. Cuz I have another question for ya."
Ben solemly turns his head to face Kevin. "What is it now?"
The older boy lets out a genuine loud chuckle, and places himself on the arm of the couch. Leaning cooly against the cold wall for support.
"Seein' how well you reacted with my first question... What if I say that I feel sorry for you and let you stand in my wedding instead."
Ben looks at his comrade skeptically. "You mean it?"
Kevin shrugs. "Sure, why not."
The hero's dork-esk smile returns and he jumps up from the couch, and fists the air. "Wooop! I knew you cared!"
"Ben?"
Kevin interupts the hero's one man party hopping and grins. "You know? You really are an idiot."
Ben continues to enjoy his victory, and laughs at Kevin's insult. Enjoying the bonding moment they just had. "Yeah. I know. But I make idiocy look cool!"
The older boy snickers under his breath, and lifts himself off the arm of the couch, and with out even a second glance at the hero, walks over to his tool bench and begins to start working on his car once more.
"That's nice. Now get out of my garage."
The hero could only smile. But before he leaves entirely, he fists the air once more and lets out another ear piercing 'woop'.
GWEVIN. GWEVIN. GWEVIN.
Months have passed and the wedding was just weeks away. Plans that were made, already set in stone. Gwen had asked Julie earlier in the day, if she would take the honors of being her Maid of Honor, with a few mind boggling squeals and short tears of joy from the both of them, the girls were off on there own, making a whole day of dress shopping and spa time. Kevin and Ben were off to the tuxedo shop to see if they could find their own outfits for the wedding.
The two guys walked into the store convieniently called, "Tuxedo Palace". Wandering around the many rows of the suits displayed all over the store. Kevin of course looked slightly annoyed. He hated clothes, and the shopping that went along with it. But he did have an idea of what color scheme he was looking for. It had to be the same color as his car. Or? No deal on a sale.
A store clerk finally notices the two standing around looking a bit confused.
Naturally... Kevin was totally out of his element here. Ben on the other hand seemed to fall right into the swing of things.
"Can I help you two fine Gentlemen."
"Uh... Excuse me?" Kevin was taken back at the store clerk. He seemed a bit 'fruity' in his eyes. And got a little uncomfurtable with the clerk's 'fine' remark. The older boy immediately put up his defences.
"I said, can I help you? I do apologize." The clerk puts a whispy hand to his chest. "It just looks like your a little lost. Maybe I could be of service to you and your um, friend here."
"Yes, you sure can!" Ben interrupts, elbowing Kevin in the ribs. "Were looking for tuxes that would fit perfectly in a wedding were going to be in."
"Oh. I see. Well. You two make a dashing little couple now don't you?" The clerk calmly walks over to the tuxes hanging in the front of the store. "Now over here we have-"
"Oh no! We are NOT together! He's just my best man. I'm the groom! Who will definately be married to a sexy hot girl! Not to this moron!" Kevin fold his arms, and mutters under his breath. "Moron."
Ben catches Kevin's insult to the store clerk, and steps infront of his over reacting friend, trying to calm him down. This was the last thing they needed. Gwen would have Kevin's head on a stick if the boy got arrested for something stupid as this.
"Chill out Kevin." He whispers. "Your gonna get us thrown out. Or in your case, arrested!"
Kevin lifts a finger to the store clerk. "One minute." He pulls Ben aside.
"Look. I don't like this guy."
Ben simply shrugs. "So. You don't like anybody. How is this any different."
"Yeah. Well, I really, really don't like this guy. He's creepin' me out!"
"Oh boys!" The clerk claps his hands excitedly. "Are we going to do some shopping or what?"
Ben and Kevin look over to the clerk, rolling their eyes in the process. The hero get's his friends attention.
"Just let me handle it. Alright. We'll get the tuxes, and leave. Ok?"
Kevin let's out a deep sigh. "Yeah. Alright... But if I get anymore wierdness vibes from that dude, I am so outta here."
"Deal. Ok. Lets get this done and over with."
Ben manages to put a smile back on his face. "Ok, sir. Were ready!"
"Oh wonderful!" Now. What did you have in mind?"
Ben points to his teammates ride in the front window. "See that 'manly' car out there?"
The clerk walks over to the store window. Eyes widening as he sees the shiney green car.
"Oooo! Yes, yes I do! Mm-mm-mm such a cute little car isn't it?"
The older boy just rolls his eyes at the reaction of the tuxedo guy, and to Ben's expression of protest, takes over the whole conversation. "I want that color. No exeptions."
"Of course! Now, let's get your measurements shall we? Walk this way please."
The store clerk was heading over to the front of the store were the measurements took place. Walking in such a feminine fashion, while wiggling his butt in the process. Kevin and Ben, at a safe distance of course, automatically follow.
The older boy leans over to whisper to his friend. "I am NOT walking like that guy."
The hero returns his responce with a low snicker. "He didn't mean litterally, Kevin. Besides... Gwen might like it."
Kevin slugs the hero hard in the arm. "Not funny."
Ben continues to laugh hysterically while wincing from the pain that shot through his shoulder. "I thought it was!"
After a few arguments and many, many slugs to each other's shoulders later. The guys finally were fitted in their tuxes in just under an hour. Kevin protested of course, that someone else should do the measurements, while Ben argued with him to be a man, and stop being such a baby. The other boy retorted and stated that Ben should quit acting like such a girl all the time. But, after all that? It truly shows just how far Kevin would go for the woman he was so madly in love with.
I know I would... If I was a dude...
Little did Kevin realize that this was a minor speed bump in the challenges that awaited him just around the corner...
The older boy was told later that day he had to write his own vows...
Ok. Not much going on with this chapter. But, I had to lay it down anyways. SO, if you think this sucked? I'm ok with it. Just leave me a review anyways? Thanks so much guys! And to the MOFO princess. You are right! Too much italics! Thanks for bringing it to my attention! You are all awesome! And also, the store clerk? I have nothing against the gay community. It's just that I thought it would be funny to place Kevin in that type of situation. LOL! SO with that being said, leave a review! Thanks so much!
Laughs to the people,
The Spoon. :D