"I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like if they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life
But I get let d...
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"Okay..."
Today was the day, the day my friend's mom was finally marrying the love of her life. But also the day when my crosses with my ex will forever be joined together simply because I don't plan to drop a friend all over a boy.
I was currently in the dressing room putting on my bridesmaid dress, it fits perfectly to my body hugging my curves just right and making my boobs look more lifted than usual. Pink. One of my favorite colors but not a hot pink shade that I find not appealing to me. It was a pastel pink with floral lacing along with small spaghetti straps. Not my favorite but it's not my wedding.
I wore a locket it, one that my ex gave me that I just still can't seem to take off. As I look into the mirror my eyes fall on it. Taking a moment to fiddle with it in my hands feeling that on the back engraved it was 'I love you', funny how you can love someone but break them so badly.
Opening the locket my heart skips a beat as usual seeing the photo of us holding each other in a photo booth on our first date. If only I knew then what would be in store. I was so happy with him. But I guess I wasn't enough.
"You still wear that"
I jump a bit and let the locket fall against my chest as I look over my shoulder and at the person who spoke. Only for it to be Bree Davenport my ex's sister but also another one of my close friends "I can't seem to take it off." a small frown forms on my face as I say those words.
Bree walks closer to me and reaches out and takes the locket in her hands being careful cause she knows I would be lost and hurt if anything happened to it "You still love him don't you?"
I take the locket from her hands and turn back around back to the vanity grabbing some blush as I try to avoid her question but I know better so I answer "Of course I do. He broke up with me out of nowhere a few months ago. My love for him is still here and I think maybe it always will be." I turn around again and get up from the chair "But never tell him that. In his eyes I need him to know I hate him."
...
It was time to walk down the aisle and to my not-so-great luck I was paired with my ex. The one and only Chase Davenport. Nervously as I was time I walked over to him trying not to look at him or even make eye contact. But I couldn't help but look him over briefly. Curse him for looking so handsome all the time.
As I reach him we both stay silent at first waiting for our turn to walk down after Bree and Leo. I look down at my heels biting my lip as my nerves start to spike. I feel a hand then reach out to mine.
A similar one of course. One that I used to reach for any time I felt this way, looking up from my heels over at Chase he gives me a small smile. I glare slightly at him and take away my hand instantly missing his touch but I have to.
