Complicated (Alex Gaskarth)

Take Me Away

A snapshot of Alex and Elizabeth's wedding day.

With her usual flair for the dramatic, of course.

Based on this above photo. Credit to owner.

I get it.

I really do.

They never got a proper wedding, due to a drunken night in Las Vegas, so perhaps they're trying to create a new memory.

But does that memory have to involve them shagging it up the morning of my wedding?

Especially not in the bathroom that's next to the bridal suite!

Which I'm currently in, getting my makeup done by Lynda, the makeup artist and my honorary aunt, who really does not deserve to hear what is going on behind those walls.

Granted, she doesn't speak English, nor does she understand it very well (well, in her words, at 75 percent), but she doesn't have to be a native speaker to understand what Jack's grunts and Jacie's matching whimpers mean.

Essentially, that, to speak in Italian pidgin, they are going at it like animales!

They've always been, to say the least, touchy-feely, that I discovered the moment I saw them practically inhaling each other against the wall, when Alex brought me backstage at that festival nearly four years ago, to calm down my panic attack.

But to take it out of the bedroom, and into my wedding?

At which they are members of the bridal party, respectively, the best man and my second bridesmaid!

No, that is just unacceptable!

Unacceptable, I say!

Because the last thing I need on this day, when I'm already stressed out enough as is, is to have to worry about my fiancé's best friend and his wife, whom I've forged a sisterhood with over the years, fornicating in the bridal party quarters!

And yet, because they're stupidly horny, that's exactly what I am doing.

Wronging an issue that really should be common sense!

I'll show them just how aroused they should get at someone else's wedding!

Oh, and they'll see, it won't be pretty.

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I stand in front of said bathroom door, moments after my makeup is done, with a scowl etched upon my features.

"YOU TWO DON'T GET IT ON ENOUGH THAT YOU HAVE TO DO IT AT MY WEDDING?"

I hear sudden shifting and whispers of "of shit!" and "fuck!" behind the door before Jack is nearly pushed out, looking more than disheveled with his messy hair, wrinkled black dress pants and shirt, and flushed face.

His eyes immediately widen in humiliation as he takes me in, more so, in my not so usual attire of monogrammed bridal robe, fuzzy slippers, light makeup and hair in an updo.

"Um, hey, Elizabeth," he begins as he racks a hand through his unruly hair, "You look very nice. I think Alex might even cry when he sees you walk-"

"The only person who will be crying is you, Barakat, once I'm done with you!" I cut him off in a threat." Do I really have to tell you that shagging it up with your wife at your best friend's wedding is not an example of public decency!"

"I know you're going to find this hard to believe, Elizabeth, but I'm not the one who actually initiated it this time around."

A stark contrast to my hysteric tone, Jack's calm reply has me looking at him in suspicion, more so, feeling defensive for his wife, Jacie.