After the garter toss, which Micah didn't catch, Micah came back and led Nikki to the dance floor, and Nikki beckoned Caitlin to join.
"Damn girl you are working it in that dress!" Micah smiled, taking Caitlin's hand.
"Aw thank you, you are looking very dapper in that pin stripped suit!" Caitlin smiled.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Caitlin, stealing of gay boyfriends is not allowed!" Nikki winked, and the trio shared in a laugh.
"He came on to me!" Caitlin continued the joke.
"I know, he's been serial cheating on me for the past two years we've been room mates. Sometimes I don't know why I stay!"
"Because you love me!" Micah laughed, twirling Nikki around. "And I cook, clean, and watch girly movies with you. Sometimes I don't know why I stay with you!"
"Ohh do you guys kiss on the lips? My gay ex-boyfriend and I used to kiss on the lips. Then he found a real boyfriend…" Caitlin trailed off.
Micah smiled and grabbed Nikki's face and kissed her square on the lips.
"It's a comfort thing." Nikki stated, "it's not like it means anything, it just feels… comfortable to kiss someone on the lips every once and awhile without tongue when you know it's meaningless."
Micah nodded "Plus, just because I'm not sexually attracted to women doesn't mean I can't appreciate their beauty!"
"And I'm a fag hag!" Nikki laughed.
"Oh, me too!" Caitlin nodded, and then Micah grabbed her and twirled her around.
"Okay queen's, I can feel the eyeliner and foundation sweating right off of me, I need to go to the bathroom!" Nikki smiled, and then squeezed both Caitlin's and Micah's hands before leaving to the powder room. Once inside she stared at herself in the mirror for a good twenty seconds before wiping off the smudges of her eyeliner from her lower lashes. A toilet flushed, and out stepped Marissa.
"Oh! Nikki, hey!" Marissa laughed, examining her own make up in the mirror.
"Well what are the chances!" Nikki laughed, and decided to wash her hands to avoid the awkward situation.
"Look, Nikki, I've been meaning to ask you something…" Marissa started
"Okay Marissa, I've been hoping we'd never have to have this conversation but Jonesy and I have been over for five years, we didn't end on bad terms and neither of us still hold a torch for the other, so can we please not have that conversation! If you two are going to get married you more than have my blessing!" Nikki almost whined, looking into Marissa's eyes.
"Um… no… Jonesy and I have been broken up for about three months… I was just going to ask if when you two broke up did he not make a big deal out of it or was it just me…" Marissa broke eye contact awkwardly.
"Oh my God I'm sorry…" Nikki turned away towards the air dryer, trying to do anything that wouldn't make her feel so weird.
"Don't be! It's just I broke up with Jonesy a couple months after we got invited to this wedding because I realized that Jonesy wasn't the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and it took a wedding invite to see that. And when I broke it off it seemed almost like… he was welcoming it? I mean, I should have been glad it went well but I couldn't help but wonder…"
"Well, I honestly don't know what to say. Jonesy and I broke up three weeks after graduation. We both knew that I got into Queen's University since March of the year we graduated but we were both in denial. Finally, Jonesy came over to my house unannounced while I was packing all my personal belonging's in boxes and it became too hard to deny. We broke up, had sex once last time, and then he kissed me and took off. I would then talk to him sporadically whenever I came back home or either of us would call to see how the other was doing, then he got with you and lost touch with all of us!" Nikki turned around after her little monologue and gave Marissa a sympathetic look.
"Well that makes me feel better!" Marissa laughed, and had a very relieved look on her face. "That's pretty much how it went down between him and I! I broke up with him, we had sex and then kissed and have been best friends ever since!" Marissa laughed and clapped Nikki on the shoulder. "I mean, either way it wouldn't have mattered much, but now I know it's him and not me!"
Nikki let out a nervous chuckle, and then excused herself. "Okay Marissa, it was so nice talking to you but I'm going to get back to Micah!"
"Oh gosh! Nikki! I'm sorry!" Marissa grabbed her wrist, preventing her from leaving, "Look, please don't think I'm crazy!"
"No I don't think that at all! I just have no more excuses for being in here! I need to get back to Micah before he comes in here looking for me! And don't think he wont!"
"Yeah, I'm so sorry." Marissa then let go, almost ashamed.
"Don't be!" Nikki laughed, and placed her hand on Marissa's shoulder.
"Nikki…" Marissa almost started, then shut up.
"…I have to go…" Nikki half smiled, trying to get away from Marissa. Surprisingly, Marissa didn't stop her once. Nikki got outside the bathrooms and almost to her table when a hand stopped her.
"Well, who is this beautiful lady?" Nikki heard the familiar manly voice rang in, and she turned around.