Wedding Day

The beginning

I regret meeting him. I regret the simple gaze the started it all. My name Chris and this is the story of how my best man ruined my life. I had to be 6 of 7 years old when my mother came in the house with another "client". They walked into her office and from then I knew she would be down there for hours. So naturally I went to go hang out with the rest of the neighborhood kids down at Braisely Park. I went through the back door and began the journey down the street. It wasn't until I got to the house at the end of the street that I noticed screaming and yelling. I decided to ignore it and just mind my business like the 7 year old I was. I crossed the street and sure enough I saw this little black boy running like he stole something. I looked at him and our sudden gaze met each other's. It would of been a breath taking moment had he not ran into a gate the second after our eyes met. "Oh shit" I said as he dramatically dropped to the floor. I jogged over to where he was and saw his head bleeding. "You okay ?" I nearly whispered as he looked around. "Not the first time I almost cracked my head open, yea I'm fine"he's fragile voice exclaimed.
" Nothing I can't take"
"You sure that looks like it could be serious, I can almost see the white meat"
"Just a little dizzy but what's new"
"Good... hey you wanna come to the park with me"
"What park ?"
"The park on Maces Ave. Right there, wanna come " I said all to eagerly
"What's to do at a stupid park anyway"
Baffled by this response I looked at him like I'd seen a ghost
"Well there's a court. The high school kids don't come there to later so we could have a whole court to ourselves and we could play tag or Trojans. There's plenty to do at a park "
"I guess let's go"
He followed me to the park and when we got there I ran to the court
"Alright it's just us two so a little 1 on 1. First to 20 wins"
"I don't play sports "
"What do you mean you don't play sports? What are you a girl ? "
"No you idiot I just don't play sports. Not interesting "
Contemplated leaving the boy alone but he strangely enticed me.
He rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to walk off.
"So what do you like?" Bursted through my lips
"I like to paint" he said all to proudly
"Paint? Wow you're starting to sound like a faggot "
He gave me a sly smirk and walked away
I watched him leave the park and I felt flusters in my stomach.

That's how we first met. Our first time being together or first time talking.