It was such an important night. No God or Devil could ruin this for him. He stared at himself in the mirror, tearing apart his own appearance and rebuilding it every few seconds. He closed his eyes, a shuddering sigh working through his body, the shakes starting at his legs before working through his body and ending with his eyes opening.
“This is the biggest night in your life, Oscar, don’t fuck it up.”
Such encouragements are the best he could offer himseld. Don’t fuck it up. Just like so many other things he’d fucked up—like their first date. Oh, gods, he could remember their first date so well…
He’d been running late, as usual. They were always so punctual, unlike him, even with this first date. He’d come running through the front doors of the resturaunt, half dressed and looking like a bat that had just come running up out of hell. He’d hardly even acknowledged where he was before he tripped and spilled their drink all over them…but all they did was laugh and offer a reassuring smile. Oscar hadn’t believed in love at first sight up until that moment—and even today he chastises himself for the cliché.
Well, not today. Today he was beside himself with joy. Today was the greatest of all days, one he’d cherish for all time. He was marrying that wonderful person…he felt lucky, as if he wasn’t worthy of such a great spouse. A knock at the door drew him from his thoughts, and he hurriedly moved over to it and paused…It was time, he knew. He couldn’t possibly procrastinate any further. Not without feeling guilty rather than nervous.
“Oscar, I know you’re right there.” Came the familiar voice of his Best-Man. “Come on, it’s time.”
Oscar heaved a final nervous sigh before steeling himself and opening the door, the man on the other side grabbing his arm and pulling him out before he could second-guess himself.
“Buck up, man, it’s your big night. There’s no way you can fuck this up, so don’t even worry about it.” The man reassured, planting a hand on Oscar’s back gently and rubbing. “You know you’ll be fine.”
Oscar nodded weakly; gulping again as he paused just outside the very doors his spouse had walked through moments ago. “..How do I look?” He asked quietly.
“Worse than usual, but you’ll do.” His companion said with a smirk before pushing him through the doors gently—where Oscar froze, the silliest of smiles planted on his face as he stared up the aisle at his fiance—soon to be husband.
“…Well? Get a move on, Oscar, everyone’s waiting.” His friend whispered, good-naturedly, as he pulled Oscar up the aisle alongside himself
…How could I possibly fuck this up? He thought to himself in his bliss.
