Ellie Yarrow has four very important wedding to attend to this year; none of them being hers. She is painfully single and no where close to where she would like to be on her life timeline but what happens when a she accidentally falls for someone in...
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"I'm engaged!"
The two dreaded words anyone in their mid-twenties who can't hold a steady relationship hates hearing. Dont get me wrong we love it for them but for us, it kinda feels like we've failed at the most simplest thing; making someone like you enough to want to spend the rest of their lives together.
It's supposed to be easy right? Everyone makes it look so easy yet, I barely want to spend the rest of my life with myself how am I supposed to convince someone else to do it?
"Ellie say something," I was roughly elbowed in my side breaking me from my existential crisis.
"Huh," I mumbled looking around the table at everyone who looked slightly panicked.
"I asked if you wanted to be my maid of honor," Roselani asked motioning down at the little white box that sat in front of me.
"Oh!" I said quickly opening the box to reveal a beautiful pink lei and a small potted succulent."Of course"
"Thank you," She said softly with a sigh of relief.
She had nothing to worry about; she could frame me for murder and I would take the fall for it. I have known Roselani since we were in elementary school and she has been the same kind caring free spirit that she was when we were 7. If anyone deserves to be happily married it is her, and her husband is equally as great.
"Nice save" Cora smirked. She and I were the only two that weren't engaged in our group of friends. There is an ongoing joke that by the time we finished the last set of weddings we'll cave and just marry each other. As much as I would love to marry Cora she 1. Has a lovely girlfriend and 2. I have been roommates with her for 6 years now 4 of those being in college. We both seen each other do some pretty questionable things that I dont think would hold up in a marriage so I will simply stay her best friend and allow her girlfriend to deal with the chaos that is Cora.
"Does it feel weird that we're the only two not married?"
"Nah, marriage is overrated and besides I at least have a girlfriend." She laughed sticking her tongue out at me before sliding out of the booth to join the rest of the girls on the dance floor.
"Ha Ha very funny" I fake laughed while giving her the finger and headed to the bar to hopefully drown my sorrows in liquor.
She was right marriage is overrated, correction love is overrated. It's not that I'm against love it's that I'm against the aftermath of love that doesn't quite make it. When the love is right it's beautiful but when it's wrong it's absolute hell.
My mother was abusive.
Not to me-physically, to my father.
She would just get so angry when they fought that she would hit him and he would let her because in the end who are they going to believe that a 5'6 woman abuses her 6'2 husband. It's a fucked up world that we live in where we question if the abuse is real simply because the allegations come from man but it's the truth so instead of opening that can of worm he just left.
He left me with a woman who would take her anger out on him resulting in her projecting her hatred for him onto me. It was crazy to watch her transform herself into someone I no longer recognized. She started drinking and took every pill imaginable just to numb the pain that she caused herself. Two long years later my dad would come back and serve her divorce paper and gain full custody of me. At first, I resented him for leaving me with that Woman but after explaining to me that he would have never won the case against her if he took me with him. It was his sacrifice that had to be made in order for both of us to make it out together.
"You look like you need this more than I do," Someone said from behind me placing a shot glass in front of me. I slowly looked over at the mystery man who was trying to hit on me.
"I have a bo-" I stopped mid-sentence when I realized who sat next to me.
"You know you'll meet somebody if you keep making up these fake boyfriends." Spencer mocked pulling his ball cap off just to flip it around so it was on backward.
"Shut up" I laughed rolling my eyes. "I thought you were some creep"
"Care to tell me why you're all alone while the girls celebrate the newest engagement?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"I make no promises." He said even though I knew he would never laugh at something as fragile as my feelings. I may come off strong and reserved but that is all a front for the emotional nut case I truly am.
" I feel like everyone around me is falling in love and starting their future with their special someone and I'm stuck three years behind."
"Life isn't something you can quickly cram into a short period hoping it matches up with everyone else's," He said rotating my seat so we were looking eye to eye, "We are all on different paths in life, and what works for someone else may not work for you."
"I hate it when you're right" I groaned leaning forwards so our foreheads touch.
"Oh but I love it" He laughed placing his hands on each side of my face to raise my head so he can place a quick peck on my forehead. "Now take that shot and join us on the dance floor."
"Sir yes Sir" I saluted grabbing the full shot off the bar and throwing it back.
Tonight I'm here to celebrate the engagement of my dearest friend so instead of throwing myself a pity party, I'm doing to do what I do best and get everyone plastered while simultaneously providing them with the best night of their lives.
