The Bus Stop

The Wedding

BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter is written in Italics and third person as it is describing an event of the past which will have some sort of minor relationship with the next updated chapter.

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"Please stand for the arrival of the bride."

That was Clara's cue. After a short pause, she smoothed down the creases in her mother's old wedding dress before slowly making her way down Max's garden. A small bunch of wild flowers were gripped firmly in her hand as an attempt of a bouquet. Clara walked upon the many blankets she had arranged to act as a sleek carpet, passing by the many stuffed animals of different types and both her mom and Max's, who were unfortunate enough to attend their wedding ceremony.

Max was standing at the end of the carpet, Clara's dad's black coat hanging down past his knees, threatening to roll off of his shoulders. He looked ridiculous, and if this hand't of been her wedding day, Clara might have giggled at the sight. Reaching her spot beside Max, she turned her attention towards Josh, who they had both bribed with cookies to act as the priest. A very reluctant and small one, but nonetheless he was doing his job and that was good enough at the time.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Max Elliot and Clara Anderson," he said, monotonously reading off the script Max had written out for him earlier as he ate his cookies.

Clara grinned at her best friend - who was now almost a head taller then her - as he returned the warm gesture. His gap-toothed smile was the aspect that made him look much younger then eleven, showing off his missing teeth.

"If anyone present today has an objection to the official marriage, speak now or forever hold your teeth."

A short silence followed after Josh had read what later they all learnt should have been peace. Although Clara was fully aware that this entire marriage was make-belief, it was comforting to know nobody had a problem with their desire of loving one another romantically.

Josh pulled another cookie out of his pocket and sighed, "can we have the rings please? It's getting hot in this jacket."

Max's mom jumped off one of the cushions, running over to her son and pulling out the lollipops she had bought for a treat yesterday. Jackie then smiled at them both, before rejoining Clara's mom to observe the ceremony.

Clara looked into Max's blue eyes as he handed her a grape lollipop, his dimples being the most prominent feature upon his face. Despite his terrible attempt of a tuxedo, Clara couldn't help but notice how handsome he actually was and how comforting it was to know that he loved her too.

Clara handed Max a strawberry lollipop, knowing too well that flavor was his favorite. He offered a giant, cheesy grin as he began to unravel his own pretend ring.

"You may now suck on your lollipops," Josh announced, dropping the piece of paper he had been reading off and then proceeding to immediately tug off his jacket. Clara had originally wrote down that it was 'you may now kiss the bride,' but then Josh informed her that she could get cooties and that was enough to set her running.

Both newfound lovers linked arms as they made their way back down the aisle, sucking on their lollipops'as they listened to the cheers of joy from their mom's. In that moment, Clara couldn't stop the huge grin that was making its away across her face as she pondered on the idea of one day really marrying this boy.

Max leaned in closely towards his best friend, "next time, I'm going to kiss you."

With her cheeks tinting a deep shade of pink she giggled, "okay, Maxy-Moo."

That day had been, without any hesitation, one of the happiest days of Clara's life. After the ceremony, they had spent their reception eating tacos as they watched reruns of Spongebob, chilling in their comfortable pjs. She had truly believed that Max was supposed to be apart of he life forever. That one day day, when they were older and cootie-free, they could really get married.

It was the time when Clara didn't feel the weight on her shoulders as she began to question Max's true feelings, she simply felt alive.

But that's the thing about love, it either lasts forever or hurts like hell.

And in her case, the pain was only now beginning to surface.

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I don't actually have anything to say other then thank you for your lovely support and...

HAPPY NEW YEARS! :)

I wasn't going to update today but it's 2016 so why not?

~Startedat13