TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

grow old with you (c.c.)

(A/N: First non-requested oneshot in a while! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by Adam Sandler from 'The Wedding Singer'. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       When I chose to volunteer at a nursing home, I expected the usual things that came along with it. Spending time with the residents, helping serve food, answering calls when needed, and many other small tasks. I never expected a wedding dress to become part of the equation.

(Earlier that day)

       It was a pretty normal Friday afternoon in October when I left school. Today was the day my boyfriend, Charlie, and I were set to volunteer at the local nursing home for our high school service hours for our senior year. Charlie wasn't particularly looking forward to it but I was. I had a soft spot for old people after growing up with my grandmother in my house. She passed away a few years ago and I miss her every day.

       "Hey, Snowflake!"

       I jumped as my boyfriend suddenly appeared at my side. 

       "Don't do that!" I exclaimed, hitting him in the arm.

      Charlie just laughed. He had a habit of scaring me when I was deep in thought so he just shrugged off my hitting him. "Ready to go visit the oldies?"

       "Definitely. Lead the way!" I said back.

       The walk was short and soon the nursing home came into view. It was a pretty normal building with flowers planted near the front. As we walked inside, I went right up to the reception desk and waited for someone to notice us.

       "Hello, dears!" The woman behind the desk said, smiling at us. She seemed like a friendly, older woman. "Are you our volunteers for the day?"

       "Yes, ma'am." Charlie said, returning the woman's smile.

       "Oh good! My name is Mrs. Petrillo and you'll be helping me for the day." The woman, Mrs. Petrillo, said. She stood up from behind the desk and came around it to shake our hands. "I'll show you around. Follow me."

       We all shook hands and then Mrs. Petrillo was leading us down one of the hallways. At the end of the hallway was a big room with double doors. There was a good number of old men and women spread out throughout the room, an old song playing through a clearly dated sound system.

       "This is the day room. Most of our residents will be here at various times throughout the day." Mrs. Petrillo said. "This is where you'll be helping out today."

       With a few more instructions, Charlie and I were sent off to different sides of the room. I sat with a group of ladies and chatted about various topics while Charlie played chess with a few of the men. We couldn't have been there more than a half hour before a woman around Mrs. Petrillo's age came bursting into the room.

       "Oh, Mrs. Petrillo! Bad news!" The woman said.

       "What is it, Mrs. Winslow?" Mrs. Petrillo asked.

       "Our bride and groom for the day got a flat tire and can't make it." Mrs. Winslow said.

       "Oh dear. Where are we going to find another couple at this late notice?" Mrs. Petrillo said. 

       Just then her eyes fell on me. She looked from me to Charlie and back to me again.

       "Charlie? Y/N? Would you two come over here, please?" Mrs. Petrillo asked.