Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 142: I'll Walk Through Hell With You

Chapter 142: I'll Walk Through Hell With You

There was a loud whisper.

"Jim!"

Michael bounced downstairs, John behind. John looked mildly disgruntled, but Michael was glowing. "Jim, Wendy's getting married! She's getting married to Peter Pan! Mama Sarah just told us! Wendy's marrying Peter Pan tomorrow! There's going to be a huge party!"

"Directly following Lady Amalthea's coronation, before she and King Arthur wed. Hmph." John straightened his glasses. Jim was reminded of Mr. Darling as he continued with a sniff. "I like Peter and all – he's a good chap, a good chap indeed. But heavens, Wendy should have ask us first. After all, she is our sister and we are her brothers. Hardly seems proper. Alas, what is society coming to?"

"Wendy asked Lilo to take pictures!" Michael pretend to snap a camera. "Click! Click! Lilo was so happy. She loves photography!"

"Lilo? Pictures? Then that means Stitch will also be attending." John groaned. "Lord. I do hope Wendy hires an armed guard for the wedding cake"

"Wendy said Peter didn't want a cake. Just a lot of cookies." Michael mimed. "Tony from the pizza place is making them a cookie cake! A mountain!"

"As a wedding gift. No charge." John grumbled. "Poor Wendy. Doesn't she know that no charge means no flavor?"

"John and I are in the wedding!" Michael puffed his chest. "We're best men!"

"Grooms men." John corrected. "Along with Aladdin and someone named Pips. Odd. In any case, Rapunzel, Tigerlily, and two other ladies named Astrid and Crysta are bridesmaids."

"Mama Sarah is in the wedding too." Michael said, eager to redeem himself. "Mother of honor."

John shook his head. "Mother Sarah is the mother of the bride. I imagine that Sinbad will be father of the bride, considering our father is unavailable. That would be gracious of Wendy."

Jim agreed. That would be remarkably gracious of Wendy.

"So," Jim asked, although he already knew the answer. "Who's Wendy's maid of honor."

"Ariel." the boys said.

Jim nodded. Obviously it was Ariel. No brainier. Easy question. 

But the next question was harder. Jim hesitated before venturing. "And...Peter's best man?"

Their faces fell. Michael's excitement paled. John's grimness became grimmer.

"Flynn." John replied, ushering Michael upstairs. "Peter's best man is Flynn Rider."

Michael lingered at the top step. "Sorry Jim. I think it should have been you, but...um. You want Mr. Bear?"

Jim almost said yes. A teddy bear would do him good right now. Jim hadn't expected to be chosen best man (especially Peter Pan's best man). Peter and Flynn were best friends, it made sense. 

But, Jim thought Wendy would have fought for him to be in the wedding. Hell – he'd be the freaking flower girl, who cared? Well maybe not the flower girl...but something.

Oh yeah. A hug from Michael's teddy bear sounded ridiculously tempting.

But Jim politely refused.