Falling out of Love

Dont Panic!

This morning I received the third wedding invitation this week, and like I did with all the others, I put it right where it belonged, in the trash. It's not that I don't like weddings; in fact I really love weddings! When I was 5 I made a wedding book that I still have to this day, you know, just in case. But the reason I threw the invitation away is because there's simply no point in me going and seeing the beautiful ceremony, and then realization hits and I become bitter because of all the happiness, and love around me. Some might call me selfish for not going to these weddings, but if you think about it, it's not selfish. I simply don't want to bring down the whole environment. Now it's different if it's my best friends wedding, that I of course I have to go to. In fact I'm on my way there right now. I'm the maid of honor so I have to be there early to do whatever it is maid of honors do.

 My best friend was finally tying the knot with the boy she's been in love with since ten years old, or something like that. I was truly happy for them; they have what everyone wants, love.  They've found their missing pieces and are finally becoming whole. How sweet, how romantic. Obviously I'm jealous though, who wouldn't be? Like I said, they have what everyone wants. And me? Well I have a fish, named Rufus. He's a clown fish. But you don't care about that so let's get back into the story.

 I finally made it to the hotel that was 2 hours away from my home, which is ridiculous. Before Getting out of the car I pulled down the mirror and looked at myself.

 "Listen here Phoebe Lisa Marie Claire Martin! Ellie, and Dave, two of your best friends, are about to get married, so don't Phoebe it up! You may think you’re happy right now but future you will get all loser-ish, so put on your happy face and keep it there got it!" I commanded myself. I closed the mirror and got out of the car and walked slowly so I didn't fall, considering my 6inch heels. When I finally made it in I went to the desk clerk lady, I told her why I was here and she sent me to the fourth floor, just then I looked over and saw the elevator about to close so naturally I screamed while run walking towards it "Elevator wait! Please hold the elevator! Ah!"

 Whilst run walking, I tripped on a rug and fell flat on my face. Great.

 "Lady are you ok?" A voice said, whoever it was, was holding in a laugh, I could tell.

 "Go away," I mumbled, my face still flat on the ground.

 "Uh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... Your skirt is kind of, well, I don't know how to say it, please just get up," the person said. So I used my hands to push myself up too standing position. I dusted my dress off and looked up at the person who was previously talking to me. When I saw his face my mind went blank. I even had to squint a little; his good looks are effectively blinding me.

 "Um hello?" He asked waving his perfect hands in front of my face.

 "Thanks!" I blurted out and then mentally smacked myself, but then realized I didn't do it mentally.

 "Okay then, maybe you should lay down," he said as he grabbed my arm making me almost melt at his touch. Phoebe stop it! Control yourself you fool!

 "Yeah no. I have a wedding to attend so I don't have time to lay down, but thank you for your concern," I said sarcastically. Wow what is wrong with me? Am I really that cliché?

 "The wedding on the fourth floor? Small world, I'm going too," he said while smiling his oh so sweet smile.

 "Listen buddy, I've been friends with the couple for a long time, and neither of them have ever mentioned you."

 "Yeah well they haven't mentioned you either, I would've remembered you," he charmed.

 "Oh I see, well I have to go to an actual wedding, and sense it's obvious that you're hitting on me, don't waste your time, I'm actually here with someone," I lied.

 "Oh yeah, who?"

 "You wouldn't know him, he's from Italy and his name is uh it's..." I looked around hoping to see someone I knew when, as if on cue, my friend Bradley walked by so I grabbed his arm and pulled him over. "This is Bradley, my Italian date," I said so Brad would hopefully get the point and act Italian.

 "Yeah well good for you lady-" I started but I cut him off.

 "Its Phoebe, not lady, got it, Phoebe," I said emphasizing my name.

 "Phoebe, I wasn't hitting on you, I'm actually here with someone too," he said while wiggling his ring finger which was wearing a wedding band.

 "Oh," I said slightly disappointed and let go of Bradley's arm.

 "I-" he started but I was whisked away by the bride to be. She walked me too the elevator and we got in.

 "Wow, you're strong," I said while rubbing my arm where she had grabbed me.

 "I'm panicking big time!" She exclaimed while pacing in the little elevator space she was in.

 "Why what's going on?"

 "The flowers aren’t here, a bridesmaid has the flu and her son was the little ring guy. Now there's no little ring guy! What are we going to dooooo!" She started hyperventilating.

 "Its all going to be ok, once we are off this elevator I'll call Alex and ask her if her son can be the ring guy, and I'm sure you can find another bridesmaid. Then I'll call the flower people and tell them if they aren’t here with your lilies! -"

 "Daisies," she clarified.

 "Daisies, then I'll come down there and pull their legs, through their throats, and out of their bums!" I exclaimed, causing her to smile and laugh at me.

 "You're crazy," she said and we both smiled.

 "Hey is it just me or have we been in this elevator for a long time," I said then re-pushed the fourth floor button. Then we heard a sound that you never, EVER, want to hear from an elevator, especially on the way to a wedding.

 "What was that?!" Ellie panicked.

 "Oh no, no, no, no," I joined in her panicking. We both looked at one another and then back at the door and began smacking it with our hands and bodies while screaming for help. We looked like fish out of water.

 After what felt like 20 minutes, we stopped.

 "We are going to die in here," Ellie said in a calm voice, which was creeping me out. "I'm going to die before I get married," she walked over to the corner and sat in the shape of a ball. Gently rocking back and fourth.

 "Its ok, they'll realize the bride is missing and come look for you. They will find us," I said trying to make her feel better even though I agreed with what she was saying. "Hey look, there's a button called emergency," I pushed it and sure enough someone came and got us out, sure it was 40 minutes later, but they still came. We were finally out and Ellie was extremely ready to get married, all she had to do now was get ready in half the amount of time she had planned on having, but hey at least she’s getting married.

A/N

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XOXO -M