7 | Wedding Petals
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The wedding was beautiful. Super corny, but beautiful.
Willow had shed some tears and shared a few longing looks with Rosalie. One that might have been intercepted by Charlie on accident. Either way, Willow was glad Bella got to enjoy her wedding and make out with Edward in front of all their family and friends.
Alice had flawlessly created the perfect spot to have a reception. There were glowing white flowers and glimmering trees dressed with little lights and beautiful vines. All under the twilight sky, the Cullens backyard was kissed with perfection.
There were ten thousand flowers masking Willow from the different smells within the forest. It brought her serenity to lean back against one of the two ancient cedars just out of reach from the dance floor where she could sit back and watch Rosalie dance with Monday and Lavender.
"Should you be drinking that?" Someone asked.
Willow raised the glass of champagne to her lips and stared directly at the boy as she gulped down the contents. She handed her glass off to one of the waiters and grabbed another, tailing her eyes after the man's scowl.
"It's legal somewhere." She mumbled.
The teenage boy chuckled and stood off to her side, adjusting his tux. When he didn't leave from her side, Willow slowly turned to face him.
"You good, bro?" She eyed him skeptically. When she noticed a golden tint to his eyes, Willow relaxed slightly. "Oh, you're one of the Cullen cousins, right?"
The boy froze for a second before he slowly nodded.
"Yeah. One of them." He squinted at Willow. "You're Rosalie's mate? Wilma?"
"Willow."
"Ah." He ducked his head under a branch and slid closer to Willow, leaving a polite amount of space. "I'm Jaycee."
"Hi, Jaycee. Welcome to my sister's wedding." Willow motioned around, eyes gravitating from the dance floor to the boy.
He was taller than her with messy medium length hair and a pure white smile. His teeth were perfect. His face wasn't too far off from being perfect as well, besides a few faint scars covered with a light foundation. Brownish gold eyes eyed the guests with interest, his silver crescent moon ear cuff dangings a chain into his silver stud earring.
"Where are you from?" Willow asked. "You're too stylish for Alaska."
"New York. The city." He replied, pointing a black painted nail to the dance floor where a redheaded boy stood a few steps from the dance floor watching Rosalie, Monday, and Lavender. "That's my boyfriend. With the red hair."
"He's cute." Willow bit her tongue to keep her smile from reaching her ears. She felt a little skip of her heart thinking about another gay couple at the wedding. She hadn't met a boy on boy gay couple before in real life. "What's his name?"
"Malachi."
"Cute." Willow observed Jaycee as he turned his head and stared off at the muscular teenager. "You seem happy."
"I am." Jaycee confirmed.
Willow fished out her phone and winced when Jaycee glanced down at it, confused.
"Do you mind if I take a picture of your hair?" She asked.
"My hair?" He hummed.
"My son is the little boy with the ugly mullet." Willow groaned. "And I think he'd love your hair."
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