Speak Now

Chapter 2 : Mind-Raping Ribbons

The wooden side doors creaked loudly as I crept into the church. The church was just as I had expected it: everything had frills and flowers, either on it or in it. The pews were adorned by beautiful pink begonias and huge, perky ribbons. I shake my head at how little the bride knew my Lucas. He hates ribbons and has always hated them ever since he was a kid. He told me once that during recess when he was in kindergarten, the girls would flock towards him, threatening to do something very evil to him. Being the jumpy little guy that he was, he'd always run away from the girls. But one afternoon, they got a hold of him before he escaped. They got a bit...rabid with the scissors, the doll costumes and the little starry hair clips. Lucas spent the day as a cross-dressing bear with little starry hair clips on his cute, pony-tailed head. He would have changed out of it, had his shirt not been torn to shreds during his "extreme" makeover.

Ribbons have always reminded Lucas about the girls that assaulted him that day, mainly because of the bright red ribbon that their "leader" wore.

And apart from the mind-raping ribbons, the bride didn't know that Lucas was mildly allergic to pollen.

Mildly, meaning that he develops rashes, fevers, sneezing and headaches when he comes in contact with pollens. I do sincerely hope the flowers are fake, for her health's sake.

I just find it so ironic that someone who knew so little about Lucas is about to get married to him. I know how Lucas takes marriages and love seriously. That is why he just doesn't go around and have one night stands. No, Lucas is a very rare kind of man. He want love, passion, companionship and security in a relationship, which in my opinion, is pretty rare nowadays. He doesn't want relationships to be on an entirely superficial basis. He wants to love a person wholeheartedly and he wants that person to reciprocate the same intensity of love that he gives. Men like Lucas are a dying breed. He is a romantic. A hopeless romantic, but a realistic one. He may not write poetry or serenade you on your balcony, but he has a unique way of showing you that he loves you.

I remember once when we were sixteen and I had to go on 3 month long vacation with my family for my birthday. I truly did not expect it, but he sent me a gift through the mail. As I tear through the package, I saw various items that I once told him I wanted. He sent me a white board with 8 different coloured marker, some bags of Skittles, my favourite candy, a power converter (I was whining to him how the European plugs don't match the North American plugs and how I couldn't charge my DS) and a simple letter.

For some, such gifts would have come across as the person being rather random, or that the fact that it is inexpensive might automatically mark the present as a bad one. But for me, it was one of the best presents I have ever received. Sure, I got an iPod, a drawing tablet and all those expensive stuff, but it was really his gift that left a huge impact on me. It gave the impression that someone actually listens to me and not just passively. He remembered things that I said that even I couldn't. That really made me feel special.

That is one of the things I loved about him.

Which is why I am so opposed to this wedding. I have a feeling that I know Lucas more than anyone else. The only person should be with is me... I know it.

I just wish that I know whether or not he feels the same about me.

On the lighter side, the guests seem to be enjoying themselves. There was friendly chatter in the air as the guests arrived and took their seats in the wooden pews. I looked around, quickly spotting the bride's family, a handful of Toads whose regular vests and dresses were replaced by, wait for it, light green tuxedos and mint-green skirts that go up to their knees...or at least where their knees should be. They were looking rather...uhm...proud of their pastel green clothing. Seriously. They look like they own the whole damn affair. Ah...the pride of Toads who cannot even protect their princess...

Speaking of Toads, I notice one meekly coming out of a room in the back. She looked really depressed... like her self-esteem had taken intense battering and is beyond repair.

I can only guess who is inside that room.

Softly smiling, I sat beside my brother who, unlike me, was invited to the wedding. He smiled back and jerked his head towards the direction of the altar. I sharply inhaled.

Waiting up at the altar, with Ness as his best man, was Lucas.

Now, I could have also spent the whole 6,000 words describing how amazing he looked in his white tux, but as to not bore you, I will use only three: absolutely, (unfortunately) indescribable.

He has left my mouth hanging at the hinges in awe, and my heart beating erratically.

And all he did was stand there and look pretty.

Loud as a fog horn, the sounds of a pipe organ started to float through the air, snapping me out of my daydream. I slowly turned my head towards the main altar doors. The song made me feel a little nostalgic. It brought back memories...good memories of halloweens and haunted houses...of trick or treating and laughter... childhood memories made with my best friend.

I can't help but smile a little.

The bridal procession slowly made their way down the aisle. This would have been dull and boring like most...had the bridesmaids and groomsmen be of the same height. I watch my friend, Zelda, awkwardly bent as she tries to keep her hand on her partner's arm, a Toad 3 feet below her elbow.

I wanted to laugh.

I wanted to laugh so hard... I wanted to laugh at the bridal procession, I wanted to laugh at the gay-looking flowers and the ostentatious hot pink ribbons, I wanted to laugh at the ugly yellow bridesmaids dresses and the terrible mint-green clothes the Toads were wearing. I wanted to laugh at the whole ridiculous situation. I wanted to laugh at it with my best friend and forget about it...

But instead I started to cry.

I cried for all those years, years of stupid obliviousness. I cried for the ruined possibilities of bliss. I cried for the possibility that I might lose my best friend. I might lose my first love. I might lose Lucas to this...freak of nature...all this heartache because of my stupid ignorance.

I was lost in my own tears when I felt a hand pat my back. I look through blurry eyes and saw my brother place one finger over his lips and make a shushing sound. Somehow, with that gesture, he comforted me and encouraged me to let it all out. He, along with the mansion's gossip girl Peach, were the only ones who knew about my plan. I cried for a bit more... pouring all of the sadness, the confusion, the stupidity and the anger I felt into my poor sleeve. I then wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and smiled, silently thanking my brother.

I awkwardly shifted in my seat, a lump forming in my throat. My mind was running 140mph, rapidly screaming orders. my hands were shaking, my heart was pounding hard.

This is it.

This is what will make or break my future.

I am ready.

Or at least I better be.

Church bells ring.

The ceremony has now begun.

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DISCLAIMER: Lucas, Nana, SSBB and Mother 3 all belong to Nintendo. If Mother 3 was mine, I'd be richer than Bill Gates himself.