Alex and Jared

Jared

Beep. Bee-beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. My alarm clock is screeching at me and my glorious hours of shut-eye have officially come to an end. This is the big day. Well, Andy's big day. I roll out of my bed and grab my suit and tie. I slip out of my P.J.s and into the tux. I try to guide my hair to the side, so that I'm at least presentable.

I look into the mirror and deem myself worthy of worship. Okay, maybe not. But still. Pretty good looking.

I walk into the kitchen and am embraced by my extremely Southern mother.

"Hi, handsome!" She says, holding me at her arms length. "You look so good. Oh, my little baby is growing up!" She says, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Uh, thanks. But, well, you should save it for Andy, Mom. He's getting married. Not me," I remind her, glad for an excuse to shift subjects.

"I know. I know," my Mom mutters as Andy walks into the kitchen. He's wearing an undershirt and his boxers.

"That's definitely perfect groom getup," I tease him as he starts to pour himself coffee. Except most people pour it into mugs. 75% of the coffee ends up on the counter, and the rest miraculously lands in his cup. "I will be sure to inform Sydney of this outfit at the reception. I'm sure she will appreciate my factual input," I laugh. Andy lumbers over and lightly punches me in the shoulder.

"Just wanted to remind you that you're gonna meet Sydney's sister that's in boarding school. Her name's Alex."