Montana, USA, 14th August 2022.
I sit on the bed tapping my feet Instinctively.
*Tap*
*Tap*
*Tap*
*Tap*
"Will you stop that?" Theo sighs.
He sits on a chair looking out the window with a annoyed face.
"I'm nervous, that's normal.. wait that's normal right?" I look at him biting my nails.
"Desmond.. we are at the same wedding?" He asks in a serious tone.
"Huh yeah.."
"Then why are you worrying, it's Enid we're talking about here. This should be easy!" He smiles.
"Well there's always a small chance she could change her mind.." I look down.
"I wouldn't hold your breathe" He stands and walks over to me.
He wears his grey suit much alike mine, putting his hand out the one with his finger missing and I look up to him with a cheerful expression.
"Well if it was easy for you.. what have I got to worry about?" I chuckle.
He nods with a grin. "Exactly."
Taking his hand I stand up and we are face to face, Theo has a smile on his face.
He cleans my shoulder off and pats it.
"Now you go get her tiger." He taps my stomach with my fist.
Looking down at his fist I shake my head and pull him into a strong hug. He's stunned for a minute.
Slowly his hand moves and he pulls me closer.
"I'm sorry.." Theo says.
"I know-"I chuckle.
"I know.. but there's nothing I regret more." He sighs.
...
*Creek*
The door opens and Avery walks in.
She looks beautiful her blonde hair is braided to the side and she wears a small white Lacy dress with flowers running diagonally from her shoulder to hip.
Tilting her head she looks at with a strange face.
"Practicing?" She asks.
We both look at each other and shove the latter away.
Clearing our throats. "No of course not."
"Well your fiancé is getting ready I wouldn't want you to run off with my brother." She closes the door and walks in.
Theo rolls his eyes. "Your jokes aren't funny, Avery."
"Yeah.. Theo wishes." I stick my tongue out at him.
He snarls.
Avery wonders with a side to side sway up to me, she begins inspecting my suit.
"Really Desmond? A funky shirt under your tuxedo?" She sighs.
Theo tuts. "I tried to tell him but he insisted."
"What?! The funky fresh shirt stays on! It's apart of me." I tell her.
She wipes her hand on me. "I hope you don't mean physically.."
I scoff.
Her face turns to one of gentleness and beauty.
