A Trip Down Memory Lane by Amicia Bianchi (classic fiction .txt) 📕

skating rink together, it was a day full of falling, arguing, and laughing. Or the first time we had a fight in this house, there was nothing but burnt food and crying. Through our best and worst moments we were together, I want us to always be like that. From the beginning to now through our journey together there has never been a dull moment and I hope to share even more moments filled with your priceless smile, unforgettable laugh, terrible jokes, encouragement, and good-natured teasing."

 

After our vows we exchanged rings and the wedding continued on as insipid as it started until he asked, "if anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed step forward now or forever hold your peace..."

 

All had been silent and suddenly, "Wait! Stop the wedding..." a woman burst into the room, a familiar looking woman...

 

Everyone automatically turned to the woman, I gave him a questioning look to which he shrugged. It wasn't until I happened to see Meredith, Charlie's girlfriend, that a light bulb went off in my head.

 

I ignored Shelby and whatever she was saying and focused my attention on Charlie, "why is your ex girlfriend here?"

 

He sighed, "I don't know, I told her not to bother me since I had a wedding to attend but you know she's crazy. She must have thought it was my wedding, I'm really sorry about this," he answered.

 

"Don't worry about it, drama like this keeps people awake," I replied slightly sadden as I turned to see that Shelby had calmed down after realizing her error and was being escorted out of the house.

 

Soon the attention was back on the minister, "if there is no one else... then I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you may now kiss the bride."

Chapter 10: The Reception

6 years earlier Saturday, April 20

 

"Michelle!" he finally called me to silence. "Listen, you look amazing, stunning even. I like it and that's why I'm speechless. The sight of you is breath-taking. And here you are panicking and worrying, thinking something's wrong. I really think you looked wonderful in everything you came out with." If that was so then there was something I wanted to know.

 

"Then why did you-" he cut me off by putting up a hand.

 

"Because I wasn't worried about what you wore, I knew it was going to be outstanding. What I've been stressing about was the time. I really wouldn't have cared if you came out dressed in jeans and a t-shirt we would have got there by now and you still would have looked ten times better than I do in this suit." Aw he was so sweet!

 

"That's sweet but you look handsome in that suit I was only trying to match your brilliant handsomeness." He laughed but I was actually being serious!

 

"You sound like my grandma. And 'handsome-ness' is that even a word? Sure handsome but can you really add the -ness?" he eyeballed me.

 

"I have no idea." I smiled.

 

"So would you finally like to go?" he asked holding out his hand.

 

"Well doesn't this white dress kind of look like a wedding dress to you?" he gave me a look this time but then burst into laughter.

 

"Well at least you've got your wedding dress figured out." He managed through his fits of unrelenting laughter. I smacked him, turned like a deeply offended 'lady'. Then he reached out and grabbed my hand, straightening, laughter ceasing.

 

"Aw don't go bride, the wedding has just begun," he chuckled delightedly.

 

"Well, I'm changing for the reception." At that moment my dad happened to walk by.

 

"I'll miss you every second, dear." He said a bit louder than necessary as he gave me a warm smile.

 

"I shall miss you too, darling." I answered playing along he kissed my hand and bowed. When my dad was a safe distance away I giggled but soon my mom came with her camera that's when I decided to make my exit.

 

"Love, come and stand by the door so you are not too far away," he chuckled I took his arm and put my head on his shoulder.

 

We went up the stairs together and I deposited him outside my door to wait. There was particular dress that I had chosen for the evening and feeling like I'd made him worn him down enough, I slipped into it. Finally I stepped out of the room and leaned against the door frame smiling deviously up at him, "Now how do I look?" he snaked a hand out and pulled me between him and the wall a slow grin playing out on his face all the while.

 

"Like my concubine," he whispered before he kissed me. 'Perfect.'

 

~end of flashback~

 

July 25, 2008

 

"You know what this reminds me of?" I asked suddenly.

 

"Prom? Now that I think about it why didn't you wear that dress?" he responded.

 

"Yeah, but you already saw it so there would be no surprise then." I answered.

 

"I don't know about that, you have grown a bit since then..." he commented.

 

"I'm not quite sure how to feel about that either you're trying to say I've gotten fat or I was a frog in high school." I said purposefully taking it wrong just to see what he'd say.

 

"I didn't say you wouldn't fit in it I meant that you would look different in it. And who said you looked bad in it before?" he defended.

 

"Look at you, always the sweet talker when it suits you," I teased.

 

"At least I'm adaptable and how ever would I always get my way otherwise?"

 

I laughed while he pretended to whisper and blow air into my ear. I pulled away from him slightly because we were in the middle of our first dance.

 

"Would you stop that?" I chided him even though I was rather amused.

 

"Why should I?" he questioned.

 

"Because everyone's probably thinking you're really whispering sweet nothings or romantic musings in my ear when you are doing nothing of the sort. If you truly have nothing to say Mr. Smith I ask that you refrain from whispering by my ear" he smiled with that same roguish smile from before.

 

"Would you rather I ravish you right here on the floor then?" He whispered in my ear and I gasped.

 

"You scoundrel," I breathed finally getting over my initial shock.

 

"At your service. Don't forget I'd be most willing to assist you in forgetting about your audience." He declared saucily.

 

"You already have," I answered simply, smiling, now wasn't the time for him to start his seduction. Quickly our dance ended and as a new song began to play everyone else joined us on the dance floor.

 

"It would appear so far so good." I said cautiously while discreetly looking around.

 

"On what front, my lady?" he asked.

 

"With the old barbs," I replied and he chuckled.

 

"Yes it would seem so but 'tis not beneath her to still say something or send my mother. I'm just surprised she didn't stand up during the wedding..."

 

"She wouldn't," I refuted the claim horrified at the possibility.

 

"She's done it before in her younger years but I wouldn't put it past her just because of old age. As a matter of fact she looked ready to however by the time we got around to the end of the ceremony she was fast asleep. Although Shelby's outburst woke her she was too disoriented to make her own by then. So we have the long-winded officiate to thank for that small respite."

 

We were glad to be in the clear for now but we knew it wasn't over. Only a short while later, both his mother and grandmother approached us on the dance floor.

 

"What happened to the gloves? It would have gone really well with your dress. Why didn't you wear them?" His mother asked, offended, and his grandmother stood beside her looking equally as upset.

 

"I daresay I still love her without them," he commented kissing my bare fingers.

 

"That's not the point," his mother said looking at him. "We agreed that you'd to wear them to the wedding and I gave them to you. They are the same gloves Barbara wore to her wedding and she only lent it to you for the occasion since we were in a dilemma. Where are they?" She turned back to me.

 

I struggled not to laugh, the supposed "dilemma" had only come about because Barbs felt like I simply had to wear gloves.

 

"I'm sorry, I lost them," I confessed vaguely.

 

"What?" His mother was shocked but the old barbed wire looked like she going to be ill. This was going well. "Then it couldn't be helped but we do need to find them..."

 

"I must confess here," he suddenly spoke up.

 

Both women looked at him and although he kept his eyes on them he squeezed my hand. I nearly smiled until I realized that it wouldn't look good given the current situation.

 

"I finagled my way into her room last night," he continued.

 

Both women's eyes widen and his mother looked at me with questions in her eyes. His grandmother started to speak but he cut in.

 

"Your worry is for naught. There was not an ill intent in my plan, I assure you," he added. Old barbs took it for what it was but his mom still looked at us with a bit of suspicion. Letting go of me he took his mom's hand drawing her attention away from me. "I went to bring her gifts and I did not see her while I was there," he assured her.

 

I crossed my arms putting it together, he wasn't lying to them. He was simply spinning it in such a way that would connect the two events. He had put on a front this morning telling me it'd been an accident before finally coming clean. Even then he hadn't been interested in telling me how he got it there but now the truth comes out.

 

His mother flicked a glance over to me I presume for some sort of confirmation. I don't know if she found what she was looking for because he dropped her hands and turned to his grandmother. My attention was back on him as he turned his wooing onto the older woman.

 

"I apologize, grandma. I hope you weren't too out of sorts about it, you know your health should come first. As a matter of fact I should be giving this back," he reached into his jacket and for a moment I worried that he would only have the one he took from me this morning but the blackguard must have snuck the other sometime after the wedding. He pulled out both gloves and handed them over.

 

"Now I know you'll feel better because they are with you but you should take better care of yourself. It was supposed to be simple teasing between my bride and I. It was not my intention to send a gentle soul to an early grave. Look at yourself, you are pale and your breathing is labored. You must sit and rest," I watched as she agreed with him like a demure kitten as he doted on her. I almost laughed when he called her "a gentle soul". Before long he was guiding the two in the direction of their seats.

 

"Hey," my sister approached me.

 

"Hey," I mimicked her.

 

"Everything came out nice I must say," she complimented making a sweeping gesturing