Normal is Boring {Jeremike}

Chapter 19

-Mikes POV-

I remembered having him in my arms. His small body pressed against mine, his chest pressed to my clothed skin so I could feel it beating to prove my baby boy was alive. The way his hair would tickle under my chin when he curled up to me. How... happy he made me.

And now, I get to marry him.
Scott waltzed into my room with my tux. He was smiling as he hung it up.

"How ya feeling, princess?" Scott asked, fingering his own ring. I gave a quiet shrug.

"I don't know.... God I'm so nervous!!" I yelped in happiness and clapped my hand. My hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, the extra bang hairs pushed back with two handfuls of hair gel.

Jeremy did that, actually. Vince did his hair, so I didn't know what it looked like.

"Well, let's get you dressed!" Chirped Scott. He handed me the tux and turned away, letting me dress. I tugged off my jeans, and pulled on my dress pants.

I was ready in eight seconds.

Scott turned to me, clicking his tongue as I slipped on my shoes. I looked up.

"What?"

Scott snorted. "You did your tie wrong. Come here."

I pouted like a small child, before walking over. Scott himself wore a fancy tux, and his hair was pushed back in a fashion similar to mine.

He tugged me over by my tie, undoing the knotted mess and doing it up properly.

"There."

"Thanks Scott. How'd you learn to do this?..." I tilted my head.

Scott simply shrugged and fixed his own tie.

"My dad taught me." He pushed up his glasses in a distinguished fashion. My nose wrinkled on sight.

"Mine didn't, so, bite me."

Scott snorted, putting some cologne on me. My shoes were slipped on my feet and I looked over.

"How do I look?" I asked, fixing my jacket and cufflinks.

"Like a douche bag." Answered Scott.

"Perfect." I smiled. "I'm Jeremy's douche bag."

"And I'm Vince's. Now! You sit and relax until Vince comes, and then you can see your beautiful husband, k?" Scott smiled too. I nodded and sat down.

After what felt like hours, Vince peeked his head in.

"He's ready too, there was just some tears earlier...." he bit his lip.

"Why..?" I worriedly asked.

"Sad thoughts about his mom..." Vince explained. Scott touched his chest and I played with my hands.

"Right.. his moms not here."

Vince gave a shrug and fixed Scotts jacket, "No, but he's better now. You ready?"

I look up and took a deep breath. Standing on my feet, I let out a confident grunt.

"Let's fucking do this. I'm ready."

(A/N)
Wedding Day Pt 2: Mikes room
I'm so fucking sorry that these updates are so inconsistent and short,
My depression is literally kicking my ass, but... see you guys in the next one!
~thelonevirus