Waiting For The End. (Complete) (EDITING )

This is Real, or a big joke?

Other ol'ladies rush me to the living room so I can change my clothes for the improvised wedding on the army yard. 
Girls gave me a strapless black dress, a killing pair of shoes that I rejected like they were trying to sell me crack, my cut and a pair of new blue underwear, so far I had, according to this crazy ladies, my new, my borrowed and my blue, I needed something old. I told everyone that pops will walk me down the isle, so, technically, I had something old already, they try to smack my ass in retaliation.

-hey! I need to give you something, and after my great speech I need to just give you this, run and come back when you are ready, and never talk about this never never more. We have a deal?

-ok, pops, we have. What is it. Condoms? You're feeling too young to be a grandfather?

-no sweetie, I'm not dreaming big. Here. Now, I'm leaving and let's get that schedule ready. No more words from here on.

-ok.

-this is your something old, but, it will be more.

-ok, pops. What is it?

- Rosalie's wedding and engagement ring. Here is the engagement one, wedding are with Remy, for the ceremony. Well... if they ever stop crying. They were some.... sentimental about my gift. We all know, that Rosie would love to get you 2 married under her rings. I mean.... she's probably finding a way to hunt you two for not having an appropriate wedding planning and white dress....

-oh, that's so truth! Moms would be so anger because catering is just sausage and hamburgers.

-and there's no potato salad!

-at least we have the cake!

-cheers on that. We had cold beer for toast, same as our wedding.

-thanks, pops. For everything. Moms is so proud of you, you know that, right?

-yeah, every time I took a decition my first thought is "how much would Rosie kick my ass with the result" so, in that base I'm always looking for the best ones.

-the 4 of us are very proud of you too. We love you.

-me too, sweetheart. Me too.

-Dallas! It's time!! Put on your shoes.

-nope! I'm walking like this.

-it's November! You are going to freeze!

-I'll take the chance. Pneumonia can't be bad as broke my spine if I fall. Those shoes are mortal traps.

-dear God of the road and rebels! Here, take my boots.

-now you're acting like a good bridesmaid

-you bitch, you will in charge of moving me around if I break my spine because of you.

-I'll just put a Harleys engineering here and there, don't worry.
-better paint it with pink and scalps too.

-you got it.

-ok, let's move!

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While I was walking to my husband-to-be I noticed something that broke my heart in thousands of pieces.
My best friend's boyfriend, or lover, or soulmate, was standing there, smiling at Jon like he was the creator of good cold beer and chocolate cakes.
I couldn't do this to him. I love him too. I needed to take a decition fast.
So when pops, not so delicate way, put my hand on joni's I call a reunion with those 2.

-sweetie, I can't do this. Not this way.

-do it Dal, I'm sure about this. I can see your broken heart while you were walking. Don't be sad, I'm happy about this. If he can cheat on me with someone is with you.

-funny, he will be cheating on me with you. You will be the other bitch, I can't do that to you.

-I'm ok honey. I've always wanted to be the other bitch. I love you both, you know that. I told him to do this.

-ok....

-Dallas, breath. Please take a deep breath. In and out. Grow balls and go there to claim my man for me, please. Before I kill some sluts who want to put his not so saint parts on him!

-iuuuuuuu! Bad mental image dude. Just for that I will tell you. I'm Waring sexy underwear and I'm planning to show them to both of you when I take off the dress....

-you little piece of....!

-can we continue please?

-sure, rip, sorry. I'm on my way, again.