Shoey Shorts

I Don't

I Don't

I open my eyes and lock them on the ceiling right above my bed. Saturday, the Twenty-Sixth of June. Today is the day the love of my life is getting married.

I roll out of bed and groan. I really don't want to go. But I told Shane I would be his best man. Sighing, I hop into the shower. I let the hot water practically scorch my back. It really hurts. But nothing will compare to the pain I am going to feel today.

I grab the suit from my closet and remove it from the black plastic bag. I stare at it for a while. I'm going to have to take it off right after the wedding, if I can even make it to the end. I won't be able to keep wearing the clothes I'm wearing when my true love gets taken away from me.

After I'm all ready, I hop in the car with Sawyer and we're on our way. Sawyer is wearing a suit identical to mine because he's also one of Shane's groomsmen. At least I'll have someone with me I can trust that isn't Shane. Because I don't know if I will be able to trust him after this.

I pull into a parking spot and Sawyer and I make our way to the chapel. It would be beautiful if Shane weren't getting married in it.

We step into the guy's room or whatever it's called. I see Jerid on one of the couches, but no one else is here. I sit down on a chair in the back of the huge room. Sawyer doesn't notice me until he looks around the room and spots me in the back. He walks over to me.

"Something wrong Joey?"

I can't answer. If he knows, he'll probably tell Shane.

"Joey, come on. We live together for god's sake, it's not like you can't trust me."

He's right. If I ask him to not tell he probably won't. But he still could. I still don't answer.

"Is this about Shane?"

This makes me look him in the eyes. I must have a 'yes' look on my face because he catches on. He pulls me into a hug.

"Oh my god, Joey. I'm so sorry."

I almost want to cry, but I know Shane will walk in any minute, and I don't want him to know I'm upset.

"Why are you still doing this?"

"He asked me to and he's still my best friend. I can't let him down."

He nods. Now I feel even worse. Thanks for reminding me, Sawyer, how torn up I am. I don't know what to do. It kills me doing this, but it would also kill me to not be friends with Shane anymore. And if I bail he might not be my friend anymore.

I'm interrupted from my thought as the door opens. Shane walks in, hair straight, face shaved, and suit perfect. But I need to stop thinking about him. I'm not going to have a chance with him anymore within the next hour.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Shane."

"Hey."

Sawyer and Jerid answer him. Not me.

"Joey?"

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Just thinking."

"Okay.. I need your help with something."

"What?"

"Come with me."

I nod and he leads me out of the room and across the building. We stop at a different small room. He opens the door and I step in, him following behind me. He shuts the door.

"Why are we in here?"

"There's something wrong."

"With what?"