Chapter 54 - Wedding Day.

Lance. 

Weddings are supposed to be beautiful. They are supposed to make you cry the good kind of tears. You look at the person as they walk down the aisle and see the beauty of it all. 

Maybe everything is sinking in. the fact that they are getting married. I mean, I am like the only other person apart from ford that doesn't want this. We probably would take someone walking in and shouting 'I object' over this thing being successful. 

All our things have been packed and organised by John in our new family house. I didn't even have to do anything. My new room is already set up for me—I guess that is a perk of having too much money and not knowing what to do with it. 

I haven't been able to get any alone time with Ford. Somehow, I feel like he is avoiding me. Maybe he doesn't want things to look suspicious, I mean he said everyone is watching him. they don't want him to hang out with me too much because I might turn him GAY. 

I haven't had any time to make sure he is okay because mother dear is all over the fucking place. It all started in the morning. Apparently, we overslept. We were supposed to be up by 7 but somehow, we let the night get to us. You can't blame me, she wanted to stay up with me till like really late because things were changing and she wanted to spend her last night single with her most favourite person on earth—her words, not mine. 

The only reason we even woke up in the first place was because her maid of honour/best friend came over. We were all going to ride to the wedding together. So, imagine all the chaos, when we realised it was almost 10. The wedding was supposed to start at 11. She had to get to the church and the venue in an hour. I watch them as they scurried along, unsure of how to react. The only thing I needed to do was put on my suit. I didn't care about everything else. 

After we got the church, things only became more chaotic. She was spiralling, I could tell that much so I needed to be the one to calm her down. 

''Why am I doing this? I am too old to be getting married again. Maybe this is a bad idea.'' Those were her words. She looked at me all beautiful in her white dress and gripped my arms tightly. 

Deep down, she wants this but she was letting the dear get to her and I needed to be her sense of reasoning. I couldn't convince her not to do this because it would be the selfish thing to do. Just because I want to be with Ford and I want them apart doesn't mean I have a right to take something that I know could be the best thing that ever happened to her. My mother is the only family I have and I will never hurt her in that way. 

''You want this. you love him. So, stop all the over thinking and let me take you to your man.'' 

That was all it took. A couple of sentences and now here I am walking my 36-year-old mother down the aisle and the only person I have my eyes on is her new stepson. He is watching me too, his eyes are fixed on me, like there is a secret that only the two of us know—oh wait there is. We walk slowly and john has his eyes on my mom. Everyone has someone that they are watching. I tilt my lips upwards Ford reciprocates with a smile back. It is the best thing I have seen all day. That beautiful smile from him. He is dressed in a black suit. It hugs his build perfectly which makes me admire and wonder why mine looks different. There is nothing flattering about mine but you see my boyfriend, he looks like he was made to wear the suit. He looks like a demi-god that graced me with his presence. His beauty is unexplainable, there are no words. 

''You got this,'' I whisper those words as we stop in front of the priest. I let go of her hand and stand next to Ford. Suddenly we are in close proximity. I can smell him. our shoulders brush against each other and I can tell he wants to touch me. I reach for his hand, it is just a slight brush of our fingers but I feel him shift against me. this is my way of letting him know that everything is alright. 

That their beginning doesn't mean an end for us. 

I look over the audience. The people seated and I only know one person. Literally, the only person I know in this thing is Jack, my best friend. It just makes me realise that this is not my life. this is hers. 

She is starting a new life and I don't belong there. 

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"Can you go somewhere with me?" he says those words so low that I almost don't hear him. we are at the reception now. So, everything is official now. There is no going back from this. 

They are married now. 

Ford is officially my stepbrother.

This is the first time I have actually talked to him today. his eyes are red, it seems like he has been crying. I don't know, I am worried about him. I don't know what is wrong and I can't help when I don't know what to do. 

''Right now?'' I ask him. 

He nods and a smile sprawls on his face. The reception is by a lake. The grass is green, under the canopies. Everyone seems to be enjoying the party on the dance floor. This is what weddings are about. Celebrating the union of two people and here we both are depressed as fuck. 

''Where?'' he stands up from the chair in front of the round table covered by a table cloth. jack looks at both of us with a smile. He is our number one fan "Go on,'' he urges me, totally eavesdropping on our conversation. 

I roll my eyes, darting my eyes back to my boyfriend ''Just follow me.'' he says and walks away from us.

I look at him as he disappears to the crowd and on instinct, I stand up from my seat and follow him down the rabbit hole. This is both exciting and terrifying to me because I want to be with him but I also don't want to get caught. 

We keep walking, away from the party, away from all the people I don't know and don't care about. We don't stop walking until we get to the woods. He is in front of me, I watch him through the trees and the reflection of the sunlight as it hits his silhouette. He doesn't stop walking, doesn't turn around to even walk with me. at this point, there is no one around, so it is safe to say we won't get caught but he continues walking until we get to a cabin in the middle of the woods. 

I don't know how much time has passed but from my heavy breathing, this was quite a hike. I walk faster towards his and grab his arm to stop him. I need him to talk to me, let me know what is going on. 

"Are you okay?'' I ask him worriedly. 

He smiles and pulls me closer; I see his eyes waver around in fear that someone could be watching. "I am sorry,'' he breathes. 

I furrow my brows because he hasn't done anything so I can't understand why he is apologising "Sorry for what?''

He sighs and let's go of my hand "Can we go in?'' 

"In where? The cabin?" 

He nods.

"Whose place is it?'' 

"Don't worry about it, I have a key." He waves the key in the air and a smile crawls up to his face. His emotions keep shifting today. I can't tell if he is happy or sad. I am hesitant about this whole rendezvous. I don't know what is going on in his head. I wish he would just tell me what is wrong.

We shouldn't even be here; someone is bound to look for us. Lisa was all over him all day and she will ask around about him. 

I don't want to be sloppy at this point but I also know I can't leave him like this when there is so much desperation in his eyes. 

"Just a couple of minutes,'' he begs. 

I sigh from all the confliction in my mind. he apologised to me, so he must have something to talk to me about. I don't know what is because most times I can't even read him. 

I can't leave him here alone. 

He needs me. 

I need him too. 

So, fucking much.