Weddings And Heartbreaks

Blaze

Blaze forced a smile as he watched Crusher and Pickle exchange vows. He stood by Crusher's side, as his best man, along with Stripes and Zeg.

He should be happy for them, shouldn't he?

They were happy. They were together. They were in love.

He should be happy.

He needed to be happy.

So why isn't he?

He can fake that smile in his face for as long as he could, but it was never going to be convincing.

Anyone could see how fake it is.

He could feel his heart ache and break at the smile in Crusher's face, the blush on his cheeks as he laughed at the vow Pickle presented, which was as goofy he always was.

He remembered when he used to make him smile like that. When he used to make him laugh and blush. They had dated once, and it felt like heaven. How their tires held in perfect motion, how they snuggled up together every time it was cold, how their eyes reflected each other every time they stared at one another...

But that was all in the past. A harsh, loud argument made them separate and find other people.

Blaze couldn't blame Crusher for breaking up what they had. The dark blue truck was the one who was truly in love, but he himself made the mistake of trying to force him to change.

Crusher got sick of it. Got sick of his corrections. Got sick of how he wanted him to change.

And so, they broke up. Crusher had been in tears as he left his apartment that day.

Blaze wanted to move on. He dated Darington in attempt to, trying to love him as much as the stunt truck did at the time. Darington seemed to have caught on and immediately broke up after a year or two.

Blaze hadn't attempted anything since.

But now, here he was, standing at Crusher's wedding as his best man.

Did Crusher know how much it was hurting him to stand here and watch all this?

Maybe.

Was this all for vengeance?

Probably.

Or was it all Pickle's idea?

It would make more sense if it was.

Anyone who had hurt Crusher was Pickle's enemy.

He remembered that time Pickle came to him, enraged. He ranted, yelling at how it was so unexpected that he would hurt Crusher like that during their relationship and how he least expected BLAZE to make Crusher cry.

Oh, how Pickle almost tore his tires from his body that day.

Soon, it was the reception. Crusher and Pickle had cut the cake earlier and were now twirling around the ballroom. Darington and Zeg too, as were Watts and Starla, and Gabby and AJ.

Only Blaze was on one of the tables, lost in thought as he picked on his food.

"You alright, Blaze?" Stripes asked, driving over.

"Hey, Stripes..." Blaze sighed.

"You don't look so good," Stripes pointed out.

"I... I don't know, Stripes," Blaze shook his head. "No matter how hard I try, I... I still can't move in. I still love him,"

"Oh..." Stripes offered a smile and patted his back. "I'm sorry..."

"It's just... I wish I was there... by his side..." Blaze felt himself tear as he hugged himself.

But he knew that he couldn't turn back time.

Pickle and Crusher were happy together.

And he couldn't do anything to change it.