My Brother's Best Friend

Epilogue (•‿•)

          I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was curled, and half hung about half way down my back. I was happy I had gotten that small haircut a week earlier. My eyes were full of excitement; they looked truly beautiful with the mascara and eyeliner the make-up woman put on. I had to admit: my face was flawless. There was no pimple in sight, and my cheeks were a pretty rosy red. My lipstick was a pretty pink color that made them stand out.. The other half of my hair was in a beautiful part updo, being held together by a beautiful blue clip that my grandmother used at her wedding.

          I was extremely nervous. It's not everyday you get married to the love of your life. Ian proposed six months after his arrival home, and everyday I had a flashback to that day he got on one knee and proposed.

          "Ian," I scolded, holding back a smile. He dropped the pizza he was about to take a bite of. I walked in on him eating the pizza that was in a take out box that said 'Do not eat.' It was Eric's from his date with Madelyne, and knew he'd want to eat it later once he got home from work.

          "Emmy, you made me drop it," Ian whined staring at the ground where the piece had fallen. He looked up giving me a small smile. I rolled my eyes at him. He was in some baggy sweatpants he could pull off and a wife beater. I was in some gym shorts, with a work-out shirt over it, partly exposing my neon green sports bra. I had just gotten home from the gym, and Ian spent the night, saying how he was too tired to go home last night. I really think he was preparing for our date today because it was our six month anniversary. He wanted to do something special, and really, doing anything with him would be special enough.

          "Earth to Emily," Ian said, waving a hand in front of my face. He knew how much I hated that! No wonder he had an evil grin, mysteriously across his face. He winked at me.

          "What?" I asked. He was standing so close to me...I could smell his Polo cologne. It was making my head spin and I kept looking down at his lips that looked so kissable right about now. "And don't do that, Ian, you know how much I hate that," I added.

          "Wear something nice today for our date," He instructed. I looked at the time. It was only 9 AM. I was happy I got to the gym at 7 this morning. It would give me more than enough time to prepare for our special day.

          "Alright, what time should I be ready at?" I asked him. He gave me a smile, a smile that made my stomach's insides all ticklish.

          "2 PM."

          "So early?" I asked him. I thought he'd want us to go out later tonight. We normally went out around 6 PM.

          "Yup. Now no complaining!"

          "Fine. So a sundress is okay?" I asked him. He smiled and nodded his head encouragingly.

          "A sundress is just fine," He smiled, quickly kissing me. "Alright, start getting ready, you smell," He teased, after pulling away from the kiss. He moved away from me and grabbed his phone from the kitchen table.

          "HA HA, so funny," I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes.

          "Alright, I'll see you at 2," He smiled. He walked back over and started kissing me longer this time. He kissed my forehead before tuning around and leaving for the backdoor.

          I jogged up to my room and started to undress. I smiled as I jumped in the shower and started washing my hair and body. After completing my shower ritual, I dried myself off with a clean towel I set out. The time was only 9:30. I changed into some pj bottoms and a tank top. I had a long time before I had to start getting dressed. I turned on my laptop and logged onto Netflix. I turned on a movie everyone loves: White Chicks. An hour and a half later and I was still waiting to get started getting ready for the date. I turned on Tommy Boy. When noon came around, I smiled, jumping up because I could finally get prepared for the date. I turned on the straightener and started brushing my hair. Then I stopped, contemplating on curling my hair instead...