A/N: I felt bad it took me a while to get chapter 3 up, so here is another for you to read in the mean time! Thanks guys! Enjoy!

Simon vs The Future

Chapter 4

Bram and I were able to swing an appointment for the following Saturday to meet with the wedding planner. We were over excited, and more than ready to hand off all the plans to a complete stranger. It seems odd to have a random person plan a day centered on our love, but I'm willing to do anything to save my life. If I continued down the path I was on with my mother- heads were gonna roll.

It's crazy to think that only a week ago I wasn't thinking about cakes, and decorations, or wedding rings- well, wedding rings were always on my mind, but everything else wasn't. Planning a wedding is no joke- a lot goes into it.

"Do you think we should tell our moms we're doing this?" Bram asked. His arms outstretched toward the steering wheel with hands at ten and two.

"Not yet, let's just meet with him and then decide. We may not even want him to do it, and then we're stuck with our moms saying 'I told you so'."

"Smart," Bram gave a single nod, focusing on the road.

Bram parallel parked like a pro, and we met each other on the sidewalk. We stared up at the business sign and smiled. "Perla Planned Wedding's," Bram read.

"And events!" I threw my finger in the air, pointing towards the smaller writing below it.

"Nice, it's a little long…but it's nice," Bram nodded. We stood close to one another and walked into the storefront. Bram opened the door for me, allowing me access first.

A receptionist stood from her desk centered about ten feet from the door. Her golden blonde hair draped over her shoulders, covering the pale pink top of her pin straight dress. "Good morning! Welcoming to Perla Planned Weddings!" she clapped her hands together.

"And events!" I added. Bram grabbed my arm, stopping me from lifting the finger again.

"And events!" the nodded happily with a tight grin, folding one hand over the other- very trained, customer service like. "Well, welcome! You must be Simon, and Bram. We have you scheduled for ten this morning with Fran and he's more than excited to meet with you," she explained. "He's meeting with another client at the moment, so if you would just follow me- I'm Gina by the way," she introduced, motioning for us to follow after her.

The store didn't seem very big, but it was pretty spaced out, and comfortable. The large window fronts gave me reason to believe this may have been a coffee shop or maybe even a dress shop at some point. Beautiful flower displays hung in the windows along with other wedding type arrangements. To the left, past the desk, was an area with a few tables and chair options. They had three to four patterns each on display for tablecloths, and settings. To the right was wedding accessory, beyond wedding accessory. Anything you could think of wedding related could be found on this wall. Sparking my interest was the two male wedding toppers holding hands. I walked over to them as we approached that side of the wall and smiled.

"They can be customized if you're interested in the tradition toppers," Gina smiled, noticing my amusement. "Fran will go over every little detail with you, so don't worry," she added. "Follow me," she tossed her hand over her shoulder and walked us into the other room. Bram and I filed into a parlor with elegant white couches, and a long coffee table full of sweets.

"Make yourselves comfortable, and feel free to look around and browse the catalogs on the table. Anything you see in there can be ordered, and vise versa for the show room." Gina explained, offering us tea, coffee and the other. Bram and I settled on the couch, and scanned the room. The walls were cluttered with more wedding paraphernalia.

"This looks like a lot," Bram whispered, placing his hand to my knee.

"Imagine our moms trying to do all of this, though…" I mention. He becomes still, and slowly glances over at me.

"I hope this guy knocks it out of the park because that phrase honestly just gave me such anxiety," he confessed. I snorted, and bumped my shoulder into his.

It felt like another ten minutes of waiting, but Bram and I were sucked into a magazine about wedding themes, so it didn't seem very long.

"Want to get Elvis to marry us?" Bram joked, pointing out the Vegas themed wedding.

"I much rather have Elliott Smith," I muttered. Bram shook his head, trying to stifle a laugh.

"You would," he answered, kissing the side of my head. I smiled at the simple gesture and leaned into him.

"I'm so excited to marry you," I blushed, staring into his deep, dark eyes. He stared back lovingly, moving in slowly to place his lips to mine. We shared a soft kiss, and I snuggled closely to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me tightly to him. Bram pulls my head flush against his neck, and I'm more than comfortable.

"You don't even know the half of it," he added. "I can't stop thinking about the day I get to call you my husband."

"Bram," I coo, again feeling my face heat up. He giggles, and I feel the vibration in his neck against my forehead.

"So sorry about the wait!" we heard coming from the show room. We part instinctually, and keep our hands to ourselves when the voice shows itself in the parlor. He must be Fran, but I can't just assume that. He's pretty tall, and broad shouldered, and his mannerisms scream 'bear' one hundred percent.

"Where you boys waiting long?" he clasped his hands together close to his chest, looking over the rim of his glasses. He slides them up his face until they stay nestled in his sandy hairline.

"No, not long," I shake my head, fixing my own glasses that seemed to shift up my face while I was pressed up against Bram. Bram and I stand and reach out our hands to him.

"I'm Francis, and it's so nice to meet you guys. I'm so happy you chose 'Perla Planned Wedding's' for your needs. Come on, follow me," he smiled sweetly; directing us toward what I assume will be his office. Once we're inside the new room it's evident that he has an eye for style. The room has a warm hue, and the area seems overly comfortable. We're seated across from him on a chesterfield crème couch, while he takes his place in a smaller version of the crème colored furniture.

"So, how did you hear of us exactly?" Fran asks, taking a note pad into his lap.

"Oh, we were actually recommended by a friend. Paul Flaggerty," I explained.

"Get out! Paul didn't say anything about that, and I just saw him!" Fran seemed excited, and leaned forward to listen.

"Probably didn't want to assume anything," I suggested, shrugging my hands up.

"True, true," he nodded, sitting back in his chair. "Well anyway, I'm so glad you guys came in. I'm excited to do this wedding for y'all if you decide you like what you see."

"We're excited to find out," Bram spoke up.

"Great, now before we get started I would really like to get to know you a little as a couple. It's important to understand how you guys are when making decisions. So first off, how did y'all meet?" he asks, folding his hands in his lap.

"Well, it's a funny story actually," my heart pounds in my chest, remembering our history.

"We met online," Bram smiled at me.

"Oo! Cute, that's been the ongoing story lately between my clients." He nodded, continuing to listen between us.

"Well we met in high school, online- through a social media outlet," I added, taking Bram's hand.

"Aw, so you've been together since high school?" he swooned, leaning his chin into his fist. He stared at us with literal hearts for eyes, and was grinning contently.

"Technically," Bram laughed, squeezing my hand.

"We had some drama between the years, and didn't get together until only about three years ago," I explained.

"Oh, wow. That's crazy, but hey- here you are!" he exclaimed, fanning out his hands toward us. "Obviously madly in love, or you wouldn't be sitting here trying to plan out your wedding."

"Exactly," I nodded. I gave Bram's hand a squeeze back and smiled.

"I can't wait to get started! So do you have a date in mind?"

"Uh, well…we've been trying to come up with something and we seemed to settle on June 16th of this coming year," Bram explained, looking between the two of us. I agreed with a shrug of my shoulder and offered up a smile to Fran.

"O-kay," Fran hummed, flipping through the notepad in his lap. He started jotting down something, and the turned to the computer behind him.

"That is a Saturday- so perfect choice, and June 2029 leaves us with ten months to plan a wedding. That's more than enough, I've put together wedding's in less than three weeks. We'll have plenty of time," he smiled back at us. I sighed a great deal of relief and relaxed beside Bram. He could feel the stress pouring off of me. He straightened his back and placed a hand to my knee.

"You don't know how good those words sound. Our moms have been saying nothing but 'time is running out every minute you aren't doing something'," Bram sighed.

"Oh gosh, mothers are the worst when it comes to weddings. You don't know how many times I've had brides breaking down on my couch- even grooms! The mother of a groom can be quite relentless. So I feel for both of you. I know for a fact cause my mother was nothing but a pain the whole time I was planning my own wedding. My husband's mother wasn't so bad, but she would say things sometimes that made you want to rip your hair out."

"So you're married?" I spoke up. He flashed his wedding band at us, and smiled.

"Three years come October. I started the business two years ago when I realized how much I loved planning these things. It just came so naturally, I couldn't let the talent go to waste," he shrugged.

"That's awesome. Does your husband help out?" Bram asked.

"Well he does some small things for the business, but it's really mine. His name is all over the title, but I guess it's my name too," he laughed. We offered up a laugh with him, and then started on more of the wedding details. We went over the date again, and possible themes. He brought us lists of those themes, and we read over them together. Soon he was showing us slides of past weddings, and eventually we moved onto cost- the biggest factor of them all. We went into a ton of detail for this first visit, but it made me more comfortable knowing he was doing everything- all we had to do was tell him what we wanted.

"So what do you say? Is 'Perla Planned Wedding's' going to bring your dreams to life?" he asked, placing his pen to the notepad in his lap. He looked at us hopefully, and grinned when Bram and I exchanged glances. We didn't have to ask to know this is what we both wanted. Everything sounded perfect.

Bram turned back to Fran with the warmest of smiles and sighed. "Fran, we would love to have you do our wedding," he said. Fran drew a check over his paper and placed the pad on the table.

"I'm so happy to be able to do this for you guys," Fran chimed, standing from his seat. We stood with him, and exchanged hugs.

"We're happy that you're able to relieve our stress," I laughed, sitting back down with Bram.

"Of course! That's what a wedding planner is for. Listen, I'm going to get some paperwork ready, and we're going to talk a little more with my apprentice. He's only been with me for six months, but I've known him my whole life," he chuckled. "He's my brother, and he just decided to go full time with me. He's got a real knack for wedding planning, and the last wedding on that slide I showed you was all him. I couldn't be prouder," he was glowing as he spoke.

"That's sweet, so you're kind of making it into a family business?" Bram questioned, looking at me and then back at Fran. Fran gave a steady nod before leaving the room.

"This is going to be so nice," Bram spoke up, leaning over the table to grab the list of themes.

"I know, I'm so excited…and if his apprentice happens to do anything for our wedding I'd be ecstatic. Did you see the table scape in that last one?" I brought up.

"I did, it was beautiful, babe," Bram nodded, still looking over the themes.

The door opened and Fran walked in followed by another person who I hadn't looked up to see yet. Fran began introducing with, "Okay, this is-"

"Simon?!" his apprentice spoke out. My head snapped up at the voice- and the trace amount of lisp in his speech. Bram followed suit and met my gaze. My mouth fell open, and the words were gone. Martin fucking Addison stood before me. I gripped onto Bram's leg- and he didn't even flinch. We were as still as could be on that couch, and seriously- not a word was coming to me.

"Y-you know each other?" Fran asked between us.

"This is Simon Spier! I went to high school with him, Franny!" Martin exclaimed. He placed his hands on his hips and smiled like the dork he is. He looked much different from three years ago. He had an appropriate short haircut that no longer looked greasy, and his clothing style improved past his graphic t-shirts and cardigans.

"Oh! This is the Simon you told me about? The same Simon whose ex-boyfriend you punched?" Fran asked, putting the pieces together.

"Yes! Exactly!"

"Wow, small world! Well this is great. You already know so much, so this wedding is going to be perfect!" Fran nodded, taking a seat across from us.

I vaguely nodded and turned my dazed expression towards Bram. He was still unmoving, and completely silent.

"So, ready to sign some papers?" Fran asked, neatly preparing the stack, and handing it towards me.

I stormed out the door, with Bram following after me. "No, no, no- majorly fuck no! I will not have Martin Addison planning my wedding!" I growled, stomping towards the car.

"Simon, stop! You didn't even give him a chance to talk! Do you not remember what he did for us?" Bram argued, chasing after me. I stopped short and spun around to face him.

"What's that?" I griped, rolling my lips in. My hands flew to my sides, and I raised my eyebrows at Bram. "Did you just say 'what he did for us?'- I'll tell you what he fucking did for me, Bram- he basically ruined the first half of my young adult life that kept us apart for years! Did you forget that?"

"No, of course I didn't forget that! But he basically chased off Jenson for you! He meant well Simon, you know he did!"

"He's not doing my wedding, Bram- that's final." I laid my foot down, and drew the invisible line with a slice of my arm through the air. "Let's go!" I bellowed, getting into the car. Bram stood on the pavement, looking back at the storefront. Finally he hung his head and walked to his side of the car. I was pouting like a toddler, but I couldn't help it.

"I think we should have at least given it a chance," Bram spoke calmly, buckling his seatbelt.

"I think you should drive us home," I mumbled, staring out the window. I could feel the rage brewing deep inside me. No part of me wants Martin Addison involved in my wedding- even if he happened to beat the crap out of Jenson- I can't wrap my mind around Martin actually being a part of something that makes me happy. Martin and happy in the same sentence should be considered illegal.

A/N: OH shiz...what's going to happen now? Let me know what you think!