MALADRESSE ✞

2.4

I tug on my sleeve impatiently, growling when it gets stuck inside my suit jacket, I try again and then whimper as I'm still unsuccessful in sorting it out. I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and I jump as Peej stands in front of me, looking into my eyes as he begins to sort my sleeve out.

"Nervous?"

"Could say that."

I'm petrified. The thought of being with Phil for the rest of my life is an indescribable feeling, like when you have a hot beverage so you have to take sips and then you smile and grow giddy because you know you get to enjoy the drink longer. It's the thought of being with the same person, everyday, for the rest of your life. The same routine everyday. Could I be able to live that way? It's hard to imagine it though, me and Phil aren't really the adventurous type but we aren't fully lazy just yet, we do like a change from time to time.

"Look. You won't be in the same cycle everyday, why do you think we have complications in our lives? Someday, you and Phil will both hit a bump in the road and disturb the routine you had going on, your perfect little cycle. That bump will make you tweak your routine, so you have a new one, all the way up to the point you yet again hit another bump."

It's like Pj could read my mind, either that or I just said all of that out loud. It wouldn't surprise me, I had a tendency to do that when I'm nervous. I knew what was to come will be a challenge, but now that I think about it, it's a challenge I'm willing to face if it means waking up in the arms of the man I love. Yes, there will be ups and downs in this marriage, there will be 'bumps' but I will try with all my might to be there for Phil, he deserves the world, he deserves everything people have to offer and yet he kindly turns it down and gives it to others that he deems that need it more than him.

"So, you ready to do this? Or are you going to chicken out like the time we were playing gay chicken at that high school party?"

"Dude, that's a low blow,"

"You wouldn't let me get that far."

"Seriously?!"

We both chuckle knowing he was only distracting me from my train of thoughts and worries for a couple of minutes and I was thankful.

"You ready to go get married?"

"Fuck yeah."

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Phil's PoV (surprise bitch)

I stand in front of the mirror with everything scattered around the room, the top half of my shirt's buttons was undone, my tie was lost among the mess in the middle of the floor, my hair sticking up in a quiff where I had constantly ran my hands through it in frustration; the sweat on my clammy palms working as a temporary hair gel.

To say I was scared would be an unbelievably large understatement, I was stood paralysed, gazing over at the same reflection without blinking, not doing anything, just standing still. Like I've been doing for the past hour.

I stare at the same awkwardly tall and pale twenty-eight year old with blue eye and Raven black hair who was standing in the room in his boxer shorts, a half buttoned up white shirt with a  midnight black blazer over the shirt that had one sleeve harshly rolled up and the other one can't seem to make up its mind. Is it up? is it down? I guess I'll never know.

"Hey, Phil, you ready?" Chris says, walking through the room. He looks at me and sighs, but he doesn't say anything else, he just embraces me in a tight hug.

"What's wrong with me, Chris?"

"Nothing Lion, you're just emotionally confused is all."

"Emotionally confused?"