when rakim gets married to tyler
by arranged marriage.
same as last time—used to be a ssgfaygo oneshot.
rakim was sitting in his private room crying as his best friend, jordan, stared at him sadly. he tried to comfort him by giving him rubs on the back but unsuccessfully didn't help.
he just kept crying in his white dress that he thought was hideous on him.
"i don't w-want to be married. i w-want to live life free and not held down!" rakim explained, wiping his tears.
"babes it's going to be okay. i promise he already gave rules out to you and you responded back to them. all y'all is going to do putting the ring on y'all fingers. that's it until y'all comfortable with each other."
jordan said, seeing the black and blonde boy playing with his dress.
"i fucking hate my mom by big time. they gonna do this because i have abilities to be pregnant and protect him? for fuck sakes he's the prince of okonma's family! he can buy protection!"
jordan sighed, "everything happens for reason. maybe you will fall in love with-"
"no." rakim sighed before his door opened to tyler's mother, who gave an awkward smile towards the upset boy.
"the wedding starts now. his father is coming to walk you down now..."
rakim ignored her as she looked at his friend who shrugged and waved his hand on his neck.
"...i'll let you have your moment." she smiled before closing the door.
"i fucking hate it here." rakim huffed.
the wedding sounds continued as they walked down the aisle after officially being married. they were holding hand to hand and andre wanted to die inside by it.
he watched tyler waved at everyone while he stared straight down the aisle. he just wanted to get out this dress. shit is so unnecessary.
and come to think about it, the way they have to appear together at the ceremony also? definitely hate it here.
"wave." tyler harshly whispered to him.
"shut the fuck up." rakim barked back at him, turning his head back to him when he saw it was only little more steps left.
tyler lightly shakes his head, putting a smile back on his face and waving once again.
it was soon enough that they made to the stairs and made a left when rakim ripped his hand away from the king. tyler slightly frowned as he thought he wouldn't be mean to him.
"jordan get me out this fucking dress please before i start cutting the bitch apart." he picked his heels off the floor. jordan watched from the small distance.
"yeah let's not get you cutting a very old, vintage and beautiful dress..." he picked the back of the dress, feeling someone overhearing their conversation.
he snapped his neck at tyler who cracked a smile. tyler smiled back, waving at him.
"...i'm sorry about him." he said in his mind leaving tyler shocked, "he's upset about this. he's just putting this anger out on everyone. also sorry scaring you with this mind talking."
tyler nodded before hearing the boy's voice, "JORDAN!"
"ight coming..."
"i just wanna wear my hoodie." rakim sighed as he tried to grab the hoodie before jordan snatched it with his mind.
