The next few days were weirdly cool. Let's see if this makes sense: for over 25 years, Jen and I were inseparable. Best friends, practically sisters. And not that I dislike Bobby, because I don't. I love him to pieces. And he will come first now.
So the weird part is, I love hanging out with Tom. Even though it's just for an hour or so when he comes home, we get along so well. He's become another best friend to me, and I forget that he's Tom Hiddleston, actor. He's just Tom, friend, goofball, jogging buddy, breakfast maker to me.
While I was making spaghetti this afternoon, I shook my head, grinning, wondering if he eats my food because he's starving or does he truly like it? Oh well, the man has to eat!
My message tone on my phone was going off and I saw it was Jen. Maybe I should pretend I was in the shower and didn't hear the phone. Well, I couldn't tell her that at 4 in the afternoon, or prevening as Sheldon would say. He's right. Four o'clock is kinda late for afternoon. You go, Sheldon!
What was I doing? Crap? Jen!! I rolled my eyes. Well, I panicked every day over stupid stuff a week before my wedding...bad!! That bitch even slipped me a sleeping pill and told me it was a vitamin! I have to admit though, I never slept better.
Whatsa matter babe? I cringed waiting for an answer. I really don't feel like leaving right now.
My veil ripped! HELP!!!
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Where is her mother? Cindy can sew with her eyes closed, and Jen knows full well that I can't.
Where's your mom?
She's with Bobby. They won't be back until tonight!
I facepalmed. This woman is gonna be the death of me.
Jen, sit, take a deep breath. You have 4 days until the wedding and your mom is a genius. She'll have it fixed in 2 minutes. Call me when you're all better! x
Yeah. I'll talk to you later. x
*****
WEDDING DAY
"OK Jen, you need to blink, you're freaking me out!" She and I stood in front of the full length mirror in the church, and she was in a dead stare.
"Look at me." Her face didn't move, just her eyes. Smiling at her warmly, I rubbed her arm and said, "I've helped you get through a lot of relationships, and the breakups. You and I both know that Bobby is the one. And he is crazy about you!"
I felt Jen loosen up. She lowered her head then looked up smiling. "When did you become so smart?"
I hugged her and made a face. "I've always been smarter. I just toned it down so you could understand what I was saying!" I put my face right next to hers, and looking at her in the mirror I said, "Let's go get you married."
******
Seeing the look in Bobby's eyes as he gazed as Jen at the altar was touching. He was never an emotional guy, but seeing a tear fall from his face made my heart hurt. I missed Steve so much. He was the same way. Bobby always said, 'Tough guys don't cry.' But his emotions took over.
It was beautiful. When it came to the part to kiss the bride, I told him that if he stuck his tongue in her mouth, it'll be the last time he'll use it!
The only part of the evening I wasn't crazy about was Bobby's brother Brian. And since he was best man, I couldn't ignore him all night!
He seemed to think that I spoke out of my breasts, since I caught him looking at them most of the night. And he wasn't trying to be subtle about it either. Maybe a punch in the mouth would set him straight.
I leaned down to breast level the next time he did it. I glared at him and said, "Hey, Brian...it's my best friend's wedding, so I'm not going to make a scene, but if you keep looking at my boobs, you and I are gonna take a nice walk outside and you might not come back!"
Brian blinked slowly trying to absorb what I was getting at, and looked at me nervously. He put his hands up and said, "OK, I thought you might be interested in going out, that's all."
I looked around to see if anyone noticed us. When we were in the clear, I drug him by the collar around a private corner, and he was petrified!
I leaned over, looking at his crotch, squinting. I could smell his fear. "W-what are you doing?"
I looked up at him, perplexed, then back down. "What, you don't like this?" Standing nose to nose, I seethed, "The difference is asshole, I KNOW I have something to look at? You?" I squinted down again, shook my head and walked away, head held high.
I made small talk with the guests for the next hour and avoided Brian as best I could. I went up to the head table to get a drink of champagne when Jen came up beaming.
We hugged and she whispered, "What's wrong?"
I let go of her and smiled. "What? Why do you think something's wrong?" Because you're a terrible liar, idiot!
Pulling some hair back from her face, she rolled her eyes and said, "Because I'm your best friend and you're a terrible liar! What's going on?"
"Ok, short and sweet," I downed the rest of my drink, "Brian's a pig!" I told her everything that happened and she sympathized.
"I know you don't believe me, but Brian gets really nervous, and he has a lot of alcohol in him." I sat down and looked up at her, saying, "So he's not usually an ass?"
"No." We saw him across the room talking to Bobby, then they looked at us and Bobby laughed.
"Chels? What did you do?"
I glared at Brian, but in an amused tone said, "Bobby will tell you."
After another half hour, we got them off to their honeymoon, and I went home with the satisfaction of scaring a grown man.
