George's pov:
"It's gonna be fine" my older sister exclaims "he's gotta be crazy to leave you!". I'm getting married today to a guy named clay. He's the guy of my dreams, cute dirty blonde curls, loves attention, emerald eyes, a bunch of freckles, super strong. I'm just afraid I'm not the guy of his dreams. The music starts playing. "Well I gtg your bridesmaid can't be missing!" She screeches. A couple minutes later clay walks up. I walk up next my arms hooked with my dads. We walk all the way up the altar, and then unhook arms. "Any objections?" The preacher asks. No hands go up. "George Henry Davidson, do you take clay to be your husband, to take care of during sick and health, to love eternally?" The preacher asks. "I do" I exclaim. "Clay, do you take George Henry Davidson to be your husband, to take care of during sick and health, to love eternally?" The preacher repeats. "I do" clay smiles wider. "You may kiss the bride" We kiss, smashing our lips together desperately. Then we drive away throwing a bouquet of flowers in the air. Sapnap catches it.
