Wedding Bells

[A/N: Hello! this is my second writing piece. i actually had this whole plot in my head few weeks ago but never written it down. so, i finally got the time and started writing it today, this morning actually and i'm pretty impressed that i could finish it in just a day. bear in mind, that i didn't proof-read this so much, i did correct some mistakes but idk if it was enough. i also don't know if it's good or bad but i do hope you'll enjoy it as much as i did. thankyou! c: ]

Hi. I'm Brad. Brad Withers. I am completely drunk in the middle of the city with no ride home and I'm stuck in this restaurant slash bar that is holding a beautiful wedding dinner rehearsal for...my ex-fiancé. "Emma?" I breathed out, seeing my ex-fiancé walked past me arm in arm with her future husband to be. I could feel my heart shattered in pieces seeing how happy she was with him.

She. Was. Happy. With. Him.

I took another shot of the alcohol before standing up. I was out of balance. If you are wondering, I'm not your typical drunk ex-fiancé or boyfriend like you see...I don't know, everywhere? I'm actually a very successful accountant. That's right! Accountant. I have a modern home in the suburbs of Manhattan with a gorgeous pool and Jacuzzi and two German shepherds. Also I have a jet black BMW. Am I living the dream? Damn right I am. There's something missing though, the girl of my dreams. Emma. Emma Hensley. She is perfection. Blonde hair with brown eyes, fair skinned, about 5'7 tall, I guess? We met in college. I was a frat boy and she was a sorority girl. She was a bio major; she wanted to be a vet. She's so cute. We dated for about 6 years, we even got engaged. Unfortunately, we broke up just a couple of days before the wedding. We had a lot of arguments before and after we were engaged, we had a huge one that led us to go on our separate ways.

Sigh.

So when I was full on drunk, I stood up trying to balance myself. I walked to the restaurant closed hall where the rehearsal was and barge in like a gentleman. By gentleman, I meant I was tipsy when I walked in and accidentally hit a couple of people and maybe shoved some. I was also loud, congratulating some people that I barely recognized and smiled it all off sheepishly. Then I saw her. "Emma" I breathed. As I tried to walk to her, I felt a tight grip on my arm. Then I thought to myself, "Man! This guy works out, huh?"

"Is there a problem, sir?" the voice spoke. I looked at the person and he was slightly taller than I am. My sight is blurry but he's damn fit with broad shoulders and quite muscular arms. A man with a brown hair and blue eyes. Hm, good height and good looks. I might go gay for him. "No, there's no problem here." I answered. "Sir, you're intoxicated, walking towards my fiancè on my rehearsal dinner and I don't remember having you in my guest list. Are you sure there's no problem?" He asked again.

Fiancé.

I thought to myself. This is Emma's fiancé? Wow! I take back what I said about going gay for him. This son of a gun took my dream girl. "Fiancé?" I breathed. He nodded while gently escorting me to the entrance of the hall. I stopped. "Shit" I spoke. "You're Emma's fiancé?" I looked up to him. He gave me a confused look. How come I didn't recognize him? She was walking arm in arm with this bastard. This fit bastard. "I need a second." I said, looking back at Emma. "It's now or never" I softly said to myself. So, I ran. I ran to Emma but what seems easy in my mind is a lot more difficult in reality. I forgot I was drunk, therefore I crashed to a lot of people and cause a slight chaos and I face planted to the floor. Just great.

"Brad?" a soft voice called and I'm a thousand percent sure that was Emma, although that is mathematically impossible but whatever. I was drunk. "You know him, honey?" another voice spoke and it was manlier. So, it must be the guy who stole my girl. Oh and he calls her honey, who uses 'honey' as a nickname anymore? Oh yeah. My mom and apparently him, too. Even though, I couldn't see the situation. I can hear them, clearly.