Walk Away

Abiit: Charlie

\Abiit\ [Gone]

I woke up the next morning in a hotel bed, the sound of plates clattering, and laughter coming from the other side of the door. I jumped out, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. I walked outside to see Johnny, Josh, and my father. Genevieve was somewhere else in the hotel getting ready with her bridesmaids and flower girls. I saw a person in the kitchen making some sort of food, and "I figured he was the personal chef they bought for the morning. He put a plate down in front of the empty chair on the counter. I slid onto the chair, and started eating.

"God, this is delicious ummm... Pierre!" I read his name tag, and complimented his skills as a chef.

"Merçi monsieur" he replied in French.

I finished my food, and took it to the sink. I only realized that it was nearly 2 pm when I got back to my room, Ned looked at the clock, I really did have a nice sleep in. I took my tux out of the closet and put it down on the bed. I walked towards the restroom, took of my pj's and hopped into the shower. I kept thinking about whether or not Isla would show up to the wedding. I kept thinking about her, and I couldn't stop. I was in my tux looking in the mirror by the time I stopped thinking about her. I slipped in my cuff links and put on my watch, the one she gave me for graduation. I pulled on my shoes and brushed back my hair. I walked out of the room to see my groomsmen and father standing outside, dressed and ready.

"I just got off the phone with the limo company, it's outside now waiting for us. Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yah. I am." I said with a fake smile plastered on my face. We began walking down the front porch stairs to the black limo, and hopped into the back seat. The driver was a complete maniac. He drove around 120 miles per hour. We were all gripping onto each other for support in case something were to happen. The venue was in a huge church that Genevieve picked out. I was super religious, but apparently her grandparents are, so she decided to please them and choose this ridiculous venue. We headed up the steps and walked through the grand wooden entrance. I began greeting people, and made light conversation with my great aunt Minerva. We talked for a while about her abundant amount of cats. Before I knew it, my groomsmen were walking towards me, telling me it's time. I follow them to the end of the altar, and take my place.

The organist that Genevieve hired for the ceremony, began playing the Bridal March, and the flower girl and bridesmaids began walking down the isle. They looked ridiculous in their poofy, neon pink, tulle ball gowns. Their skinny, high school cheerleader bodies drowning in the fabric. The groomsmen and I were stifling laughs, but when Genevieve walked down the aisle in a dress that was the size of a white puffy cloud with rhinestones bedazzled all over it. She looked crazier than the bridesmaids. I was going red faced trying to hold back laughter. When she reached the altar, she began scolding me in front of the priest.

"Jesus Christ Charlie, get it together!" She said as I began to quit the laughter. The groomsmen all went stone faced like me, and we listened to the priest begin the ceremony. When it was time to say her vows, Genevieve decided that she was going to sing the special song she wrote for us instead of vows.

"All the years we were apart,
Now our love's as sweet as a freshly baked tart,
With days and months and years to come,
I'll love you for each and every one of them.
We are so perfect,
For each other,
We light up each other's worlds,
We laugh and dance,
And love all the time,
Because we are so perfect!"

Then, the priest continued after we'd both said our vows. "Do you, Ms. Genevieve Melinda Moore, take Mr. Charlie Benjamin Rhodes to. E your lawfully wedded husband?"