Table for Five

American Beauty/American Psycho

<<halo. First of all, look at the pic, there's a little purple box that says "Mr. And Mrs." It basically explains why they got divorced, GET TO KNOW SOMEONE BEFORE YOU MARRY THEM.... Brooklyn should listen to that ;)>>

"Will you, Brooklyn Rinker, take Peter Wentz to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
My mouth hung open as the words flew out of it, "I do."

"Peter Wentz, do you take Brooklyn Rinker to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Pete squeezed my hand smiled, "I do. Now and forever I do. Brooklyn, I swear that I will love you for the rest of my life. And I swear to protect you and those yet to come." Pete grinned and placed a hand on my rapidly growing stomach.
"Peter Panda, I promise that no matter what, in sickness and in health I'll be right by your side. I love you." I happy tear trickled down my cheek and Pete wiped it away with his thumb.
"You may kiss the bride!"
Pete pulled my hips close as the crowd cheered. Our lips tangled through our smiles. "Brooklyn Wentz, I like it."
"Me too." I giggle and ruffle his hair. The crowd cheers louder as we hold hands and walk back down the isle.
All I can do is stare at my husband, my husband. His hot whiskey eyes dig deep into my soul as I squeeze his hand.
After the dance and dinner, Pete pulls me into a secluded corner.
He tucks a strand if hair behind my ear as he pulls out a long, black, box. "O-Our last album, was pretty successful, so, I had some extra money." Pete says nervously. I open the box and gasp, a locket, covered in diamonds, inside the locket a picture of Pete holding me, both of us fast asleep.
"Pete! You shouldn't have!"   I put my hands over my mouth and held up the necklace. On the back it read, Now and Forever 2006-07-11

"It's the least I can so you show my love." Pete whimpered, blushing. I smiled and kissed his forehead as I pulled out a similar box.
"A Rolex!! Brooklyn!" Pete squealed and put it on frantically. "It's gorgeous! How expensive was this?"
I smiled and kissed him, I spoke into his plump lips, "Not enough."

------------------------------time skip to back to Pete's parent's house--------------------------

"C'mon! You've gotta come with us!" Mira spoke as she pulled my arm out the door.
"It's just for a little bit, I'll try to be back at 10:30!!" I yelled into the house right before the door was slammed. Fay skipped down the driveway in a beautiful green dress as Viola followed in an orange one. Mira walked to the car with me, her blue dress flowing as she walked. I looked down at my own dress, black lace, a classic, little black dress.

The night lights shone over the road as we walked up to what looked to be a club. Lights beamed from the windows and music could be heard from miles away. "Uh, are you sure about this?" I asked the girls, looking down at my wedding ring. Faye stopped and put her hands on my shoulders, or at least what she could reach of them, after all, she's pretty short. Her brown eyes softened as she spoke, "You'll be fine. It's just for a drink."
Just for a drink.
Yeah right.
Three hours later the girls stumbled out the club, high-fiveing the bodyguard as they left. I followed behind and apologized to the bodyguard. "I guess I'm driving." I sighed and smiled at the red-faced girls.
"Duuuuude! You didn't even drink!" Voila yelled in my ear. I flinched and opened the car doors for them, "Thats because I'm pregnant Sherlock." I turned onto the road from the parking lot, flipping on the radio. I smiled as I heard the beginning of "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John.
The soft hum of the radio mixed with the piano and my friends where fast asleep. The night sky shone as Elton began to sing:
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

I thought of Pete, probably asleep on the couch. I smiled to myself as the song came to a close. I dropped the girls off one by one at their houses. Lastly, I pulled up the dark driveway. The sprinklers had turned on so the grass was wet. I picked up my heels and laid in the damp grass, staring at the sky.
You have the best dad on the planet, he's gunna love you, and protect you no matter what. To will be the apple of his eye. I just hope I can hold on long enough.
I spoke to my baby, I stroked my stomach lightly, relaxing into the grass. I stood up and walked up the creaky porch steps as the light turned on. I pulled open the door and saw Pete sprawled out on the couch, bunches of paper in his hands. I picked up on stack of paper with the words Tiffany Blews written in red.
I'm not a cry baby
I'm the cry baby
A caterpillar that got stuck
Mr. Moth come quick with any luck
A long walk to a dark house
A Roman candle heart keep us far apart
I've got your body doing alright
Hate me baby, maybe I'm a piece of art
Oh, my friends all lie and say
They only want the best wishes for me
Oh, three, two, one
We go live
Oh, baby you're a classic
Like a little black dress
You're a faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Whoa, whoa
And oh, baby you're a classic
Like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Whoa, whoa
I can make your heart slow
I can feel the weather in my bones
Wish hard enough, I can turn it to what I like
Your pupils they're big
They're rolling like dice
They say they only want the best wishes for me
(They only want the best for me)
Oh, three, two, one
We go live
Oh, baby you're a classic
Like a little black dress
You're a faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Whoa, whoa
And oh, baby you're a classic
Like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Whoa, whoa
Not the boy I was
The boy I am is just venting, venting
Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
Not the boy I was
The boy I am is just venting, venting
Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
They say they only want the best wishes for me
(They only want the best for me)
Oh, three, two, one
We go live
Oh, baby you're a classic
Like a little black dress
You're a faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Whoa, whoa
And oh, baby you're a classic
Like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
Whoa, whoa
I set down the papers and looked down at my sleeping husband. So talented
I slipped off my dress and threw my heels to the side and curled up next to him, letting out a sigh. I felt his arm snake around my waist and my eyes fluttered shut.