All Things Considered [🗸]

30. the day

THE FLIGHT WAS FOUR HOURS LONG and I decided to piss Dion off for every minute of it.

We sat behind my parents, seated right next to each other. Before we even sat down, we had a whole argument over who got the window seat, which was eventually settled by a rock paper scissors game that Dion won.

He was smug once he sat down and I kept elbowing Dion's arm off the central armrest. I got tired of irritating him about an hour into the flight and decided to draw him looking out the window instead on the tiny-ass notebook I brought.

Three hours into the flight, I hid the notebook in my suitcase because Dion wanted to see it and I could already feel the heat rising to my face as he grinned and leaned over. For the last hour, we shared earbuds, Dion's fingers drumming to the beat of each song and me nodding slightly from next to him.

When we finally arrived, Harlow had everyone stay in her apartment, and we all barely managed to squeeze into the space. I took the couch and Dion took the one across from me despite Harlow offering him the guest room repeatedly.

Dion feels guilty about a lot of shit like that, so the guest room went to Russell whenever he popped in, instead. 

As soon as we'd arrived, it was essentially a three day countdown to the wedding, so everything was chaotic. 

Russell came over all the time to hang out, and Dion and I played a copious amount of Uno with him. Uno was also messy as fuck. In fact, there was a time that I made Dion pull eight cards and he didn't talk to me for an hour afterwards.

There was a limited amount of kissing, but we snuck some in a couple of times here and there, and Dion easily fit into the Irving family dynamic. Within the past few days, everything had been busy as hell but also simultaneously exciting.

And all of it has led to this moment; being right at the venue of Harlow's wedding, an hour until it starts. 

Grandiose.

That's the first word that comes to mind as we walk into the clearing. Glinting stalks of grass, flowers everywhere, a pretty arbor, the first few guests starting to pour in. Euphoria climbs through the air as I see my parents talking to one of my grandmas toward the center of the place.

Harlow picked an ethereal venue for her wedding.

This morning, she looked absolutely amazing with her hair all done up and her make-up resembling some sort of fairy—but she was completely stressed out. The entire family was bustling around her apartment at 6 AM today, adjusting last details and re-iterating how the ceremony was going to go, despite having had a rehearsal yesterday.

Dion shifts from next to me, likely taking in the place as well. We have just under an hour until the event starts, and it's strange how we're just now having this moment of serenity after all the business that's been these past few days.