You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like That

Enchanted

I looked up to see him walk in, decked out in his paisley, pearl-snap; leather vest, Wrangler jeans, cowboy hat and new boots. He wasn’t the best looking guy there, but the rest of the world washed away, regardless. As far as I could tell though, he didn’t notice me at all, so I went back to putting on a show. I shook hands and went through introductions, all the while stealing glances and coming up disappointed.  He hadn’t even looked in my direction…I didn’t have much more time to think about that though.

Before I knew it, I was being whisked away to the gazebo for the wedding ceremony. I’d been given the mindless job of giving everyone wedding bubbles…After passing the bubbles out to everyone; I took my seat beside my dad and admired the transformation that, before today, was a simple wooden gazebo. Now, it was a beautiful brown, pink, and white open-air wedding chapel. The music changed to the wedding walk, and I see Allie (my cousin) walking across the bridge, arms interlocked with Cutter’s. Behind them, little Nicole emerges, carrying a cowboy hat full of flower petals. Everyone was surprised when the Belle-of-the-Ball appeared on horseback. She’d taken Charlie’s favorite horse, Chance, with her that morning as a surprise to her husband to be.  By the look on his face, I’d say it was a success. The gorgeous, Cherry-Bay, Quarter horse walked nervously down the aisle, led by Ashley’s father. It was a spectacular beginning to a beautiful wedding…

I was distracted midway through the ceremony when a sudden feeling came on, like someone was watching me…I looked over to see Cutter sneaking a glance toward me.  I was surprised more than anything. He hadn’t paid attention to me all morning, but now he was just sitting there looking at me.

I guess I could be wrong though…He’s a teenage boy. He’s probably just bored and staring off into space. That theory got burned pretty quick. As soon as he realized I saw him, he looked back to the preacher. I couldn’t tell if the fluttering in my stomach was due to the impending rain shower or the realization that he had noticed me, at least somewhat. That question was answered when he looked back at me and smirked. That’s right he did that, standing up in front of the entire wedding party. The fluttering went from a one to ten on the richter scale when he didn’t break his eyes from mine.