Lonely People

Lennon's Wedding

I had never been to a wedding before. A few of my distant family members had gotten married in my lifetime, but I was always left at home with a babysitter. The first wedding I had ever been to was so small, there were only fifteen chairs. Cynthia invited her family, which was small enough as it is, they only took up about eight of the chairs. John invited his family as well, which consisted of his aunt and his closest friends.

The wedding itself was short and sweet. John and Cynthia exchanged vows, kissed, and then it was back to Mimi's house for the reception. During the wedding, most of the family members were crying. Only John's side of the room didn't shed a single tear. In fact, his side beamed throughout the entire ceremony. Once the bride and groom were heading down the aisle, Paul let out a shrill whistle while George whooped. I cheered. John glared at us, but his smile betrayed him. 

The reception was much more fun than the wedding. John had cleared out the living room and turned it into a dance room. The wooden floorboard provided the perfect place for a bunch of wedding guests to dance. Refreshments and snacks were in the kitchen, and chairs lined the one-time dining room.

I sat next to Molly in the dining room. We watched as John and Cynthia spun around the dance floor, laughing the entire time. Paul and George were dancing near each other, though they never touched. Every so often, John would look at Paul, and they would both laugh.

"What a nice wedding," Molly commented.

I shrugged, "Bit boring, I think."

"It was beautiful," Molly argued, "And the cake was delicious."

A half-eaten wedding cake sat in the exact center of the kitchen counter. The white icing was all messed up, and the bride and groom figures had long since vanished. A few empty plates sat next to it, waiting for someone to come up for seconds.

"You look lovely in your dress," I commented.

My words didn't do her justice. In truth, she looked positively radiant, like a beautiful drop of sunlight. Yellow was not one of my favorite colors, but she wore it well. It complimented her naturally golden hair and bright blue eyes. Her smile only made her look even more beautiful, "So do you. I told you a dress wouldn't be that bad."

"Sometimes, you just gotta do what you gotta do," I sighed, "Especially for the sake of a friend."

I glanced up at John. I loathed dresses more than anything. They chaffed, there was a draft, and the looseness of the garment made me feel like I was in my knickers. Overall, they were uncomfortable. Under other circumstances, I would have fought wearing a dress. It wasn't respectable for anyone to show up to a wedding in anything other than formal attire. The guests reflected whoever they came for, and I came for John.

"Oi! Melly!"

I glanced over towards the front porch. Ringo was just coming in, smiling and waving at me. I waved back at him. A woman I had never met was hanging off his arm, glancing around nervously.

"I'll be back, Molly," I smiled at my friend.

She smiled back. I quickly jumped from the chair and glided towards Ringo. The soles of my flats had been worn through to the point where they were practically just cloth. They glided across the wooden floor with ease.

"'Ello, Ringo," I smiled, pulling him into an embrace.

Ringo hugged back, "'Ello, Melly. I'd like you to meet my girl, Maureen."

The woman smiled at me. She seemed to be about my age, give or take. Her hair was as black as a blackbird and circled her face as if she was shoving her face into a photo frame. The cut of her bangs and the sides of her hair was a perfect square, not a single hair was out of place. She had very defined features, including sharply outlined eyes. Overall, she was beautiful.