I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 38

*2 months later*
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Zoë's POV

Today is the day.

We're getting married.

We both decided that we didn't want to wait any longer than we needed to, so we planned it all out as fast as possible. 2 months itself felt like a lifetime. We almost just went to the courthouse and eloped, but I knew our friends would all hate us if we did that.

No matter the wait any longer, it's finally here!

The afternoon sky is absolutely beautiful with pinks and golds creating a warm glow over the warm sand beneath my feet.

We picked a beach wedding because that's the place where we first kissed and truly realized we loved each other. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

*

"I'm going to punch you in the fucking mouth!" He yells at me.

Okay I am kind of being a bitch but there is a line Michael.

"With my own mouth....."

Whoa whoa whoa, hold up.

"Softly....."

Where is this going?

"Because I like you....."

Did he just? Fuck finally!

Before he could say anymore, I smashed my lips into his obviously surprising him because it took him a moment to kiss me back.

He continued kissing me slow, and passionately, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue asking for entrance. I didn't pull away, rather, I allowed our tongues to dance with each other and have a peaceful, yet competitive, battle for dominance. Neither of us would give in to the other, so we settled our conflict by taking turns.

After a few minutes, we broke apart at the same time, gasping for air.

He leaned his forehead against mine, a giant smile on his face. I have never been happier in my life.

*

"Zoë! Stop daydreaming, you have to get ready." Kyla scolds me, grabbing my dress out of the 'closet'. I call it a 'closet' because we were really just in a makeshift hut with a mirror, a hook that held the bridesmaid dress (Yes dress, singular. I don't have many girl friends okay?), and no floor.

But I'm not complaining, simple is better in my opinion. And if this wedding is going to be anything, it's going to be simple.

I strip out of my t-shirt/shorts combo and Kyla helps me into my dress. It's so beautiful. I always knew I wanted to wear a strapless dress, one that flowed evenly all the way down to the bottom. This dress does exactly that. I was worried that my red hair wasn't going to match it very well. My worries were all taken away when I saw how the contrast of red and white blended together so well in the fading light of the sun.

"You look so gorgeous Zoë." Kyla says with tears in her eyes.

"Oh don't you cry, it'll make me cry." I say, bringing her in for a hug.

"I always knew you two were going to end up together. You're just too perfect for each other not to." She tells me, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

"I always thought you were crazy, but turns out you were always right." I laugh.

"Oh shit!" She yells after looking at her watch. "We've got to be out there in 5 minutes!!! Hurry help me into my dress." She screams, scurrying to where her red dress was hanging.