I let the book slip from my fingers and fall onto the nightstand beside me. Romeo and Juliet. Anyone who knew me could have guess this would be the way I prepare for the far most important day of my life. Cheesy, yes, but everyone needs a little cheesy in their life.
Sleep passed over me quickly, which was not as I expected, but as I wished. Maybe it way to dream something I wished for in reality. Or maybe it was to help my mind prepare for a possible nightmare tomorrow. It was another good preparation for tomorrow, anyways.
Refreshed, prepared I woke up in the morning on the right side of the bed, literally. The right side is where my cat’s food and water lay. My absent-minded self often lets me forget this when I swing my bare legs over the bed still in the daze of sleep.
I showered, lukewarm, just as I liked it. The Pantene pro-v was magically still in stock as well as my favorite Old Spice aftershave. And today I was blessed with no razor burn! I could feel today was going to be a goddamn good day.
For the hair, do I go gel or wax? That is the question!
And as for the perfectly modest shirt, striped or plain?
My thoughts were interrupted by the mood-changing chime of the doorbell. My heart raced rapidly as I stumbled and fumbled my way to the door and could hear a mumble from outside. I should’ve known, Chuck from postal service delivering the flowers. Where did I put those chill pills!?
I ran upstairs and finished my appearance preparations. I fumbled with the bow tie, and hey maybe it was a little much…but nothing screams “I’m determined!” more than a bowtie.
Yeah, not gonna lie, I worked with the charisma. “I am the man. Twenty and I still got it,” I told myself in the crystal clear mirror.
By the ringing of the doorbell twice, I knew it was actually time now. Slowly, cautiously I walked down the hall and turned into the stairs. Each step felt like Lars Olrich was beating an oversized drum inside of my body. Was that sweat on my temple? I don’t think my hands naturally shake this much. When I put my hand on the door for that one second, it felt like twelve hours and I noticed every detail on the door I never cared to notice before. I turned the crystal knob and quickly opened it. I didn’t plan it this way, but I could not hesitate a moment longer. I got on my knees and those four words spilled out.
“Meg, will you marry me?” I begged more than asked.
To describe that moment, it was like the Shot Heard Around the World was just fired to mark the start of the Revolutionary War. Well to me, it was The Question Heard Around the World to mark the possible start of a new life.
I knew today was my last chance, for tomorrow she left this small town of N-town for her internship in Australia but I wished to accompany her. I was determined to.
My best friend of 12 years, I could tell was baffled. Speechless, shocked, she came in and sat down in the chair in my kitchen where we once drew each other’s current favorite rock star. We never dated, and kissed only when dared by our friends, but I still knew she was the one. She was the only one that could put up with my geeky style for this long.
Finally, her pink, plump lips started to form words and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
“I am…”
I am determined to make this answer yes, I thought.
“Honey, you ready to go? The plane leaves in two hours…and we need time to…” a voice rang out from outsides. But not any other voice, my best friend Andy’s voice.
“I am engaged…I love you, I always have…but you’re my best friend and,” she paused as our best friend walked into my kitchen,” well you know Andy…from high school.”
“Hey Scott, good to see you pal! You’re invited to the wedding!” he chuckled, “it is going to be great. On the beaches of Australia…”
His voice faded away, like my dreams, and my heart might have well literally exploded out of my chest and into her hands.
Sleep passed over me quickly, which was not as I expected, but as I wished. Maybe it way to dream something I wished for in reality. Or maybe it was to help my mind prepare for a possible nightmare tomorrow. It was another good preparation for tomorrow, anyways.
Refreshed, prepared I woke up in the morning on the right side of the bed, literally. The right side is where my cat’s food and water lay. My absent-minded self often lets me forget this when I swing my bare legs over the bed still in the daze of sleep.
I showered, lukewarm, just as I liked it. The Pantene pro-v was magically still in stock as well as my favorite Old Spice aftershave. And today I was blessed with no razor burn! I could feel today was going to be a goddamn good day.
For the hair, do I go gel or wax? That is the question!
And as for the perfectly modest shirt, striped or plain?
My thoughts were interrupted by the mood-changing chime of the doorbell. My heart raced rapidly as I stumbled and fumbled my way to the door and could hear a mumble from outside. I should’ve known, Chuck from postal service delivering the flowers. Where did I put those chill pills!?
I ran upstairs and finished my appearance preparations. I fumbled with the bow tie, and hey maybe it was a little much…but nothing screams “I’m determined!” more than a bowtie.
Yeah, not gonna lie, I worked with the charisma. “I am the man. Twenty and I still got it,” I told myself in the crystal clear mirror.
By the ringing of the doorbell twice, I knew it was actually time now. Slowly, cautiously I walked down the hall and turned into the stairs. Each step felt like Lars Olrich was beating an oversized drum inside of my body. Was that sweat on my temple? I don’t think my hands naturally shake this much. When I put my hand on the door for that one second, it felt like twelve hours and I noticed every detail on the door I never cared to notice before. I turned the crystal knob and quickly opened it. I didn’t plan it this way, but I could not hesitate a moment longer. I got on my knees and those four words spilled out.
“Meg, will you marry me?” I begged more than asked.
To describe that moment, it was like the Shot Heard Around the World was just fired to mark the start of the Revolutionary War. Well to me, it was The Question Heard Around the World to mark the possible start of a new life.
I knew today was my last chance, for tomorrow she left this small town of N-town for her internship in Australia but I wished to accompany her. I was determined to.
My best friend of 12 years, I could tell was baffled. Speechless, shocked, she came in and sat down in the chair in my kitchen where we once drew each other’s current favorite rock star. We never dated, and kissed only when dared by our friends, but I still knew she was the one. She was the only one that could put up with my geeky style for this long.
Finally, her pink, plump lips started to form words and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
“I am…”
I am determined to make this answer yes, I thought.
“Honey, you ready to go? The plane leaves in two hours…and we need time to…” a voice rang out from outsides. But not any other voice, my best friend Andy’s voice.
“I am engaged…I love you, I always have…but you’re my best friend and,” she paused as our best friend walked into my kitchen,” well you know Andy…from high school.”
“Hey Scott, good to see you pal! You’re invited to the wedding!” he chuckled, “it is going to be great. On the beaches of Australia…”
His voice faded away, like my dreams, and my heart might have well literally exploded out of my chest and into her hands.
2 comments:
Jess,
I enjoy how you named one of the characters after me! =] I think the plot was very good but I think the ending was a little not detailed enough and ended a little too quickly. I thought the beginning and the middle was quite excellent though, and I am jealous that they are having their wedding in Australia because I want to go their really badly.
This story made me cry a little. :( It was very nicely written and the main character seemed very realistic because of it. I love how your story has a lot of hidden personality and quirks, it makes it so much more interesting to read.
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