(same characters, just before the first one... so I guess this one is like .5 XD)

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      "Is this some kind of joke?"

     The raw anger in Vance's voice caused his everlasting best friend, a tiny gay man named Franco to snap away from his boyfriend in surprise. Franco wore a pair of skin tight, black jeans and a sparkly, rainbow sweatshirt. His dyed blonde hair was in a strange little quiff, and the glasses on his face made him look like an even bigger dork.

     But he had always been there for Vance, even when he was an asshole, which meant that every insult Vance said, it was said (or thought) with the utmost affection.

     Vance slammed the card down on the table, the glare on his face making Franco wince slightly, but that was only because he knew Vance was just only angry so he could hide his hurt. Vance always had a strange way of showing his emotions, usually through anger and frustration, but there was one reason behind that: Oakleigh. Franco remembered a time when Vance used to be the sweetest, kindest guy he had ever seen. A time when Franco first mistook him as gay, especially when he found out how sensitive Vance really was, but that was before he realized that he simply... Felt no need to hide his true emotions.

     But that was until Oakleigh had came into his life, took his heart and walked away without telling him how to claim it back.

     "What?" Franco asked softly, reaching out to take the card as he did so. And as he began to read, he had to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his gasp of surprise. It was a simple white card, with golden accents and writing, but it was what it said that made Franco understand why Vance was so upset.

Oakleigh Ann Williams

and

Cole Luis Everson

request the honor of your presence at their marriage

on Saturday, the sixth of June, at two o'clock in the afternoon

     Underneath the elegant script was a small message, written in what both Franco and Vance immediately knew was Oakleigh's handwriting.

P.S. I would really like to see both of you, Franco and Vance. It's been a while . . .

I miss you guys.

Love, Oaks

     The use of Vance's old nickname was probably just salt to his wound and Franco looked up at his friend with tears in his eyes. "Oh, honey, I am so sorry." He breathed softly, trying to resist the urge to cry as he rushed up to him to wrap him up in a tight hug.

     Vance's expression fell, just for a moment, and Franco got a look at how pained this made him. He looked like his world just collapsed. Like the light was yanked out of his life.

     Franco had only ever seen that look once, when Vance's father had died and Franco came home to find him crying, collapsed on the ground in the kitchen, drunk.

     That had been a dark time for him.

     But as quickly as the expression was there, it was gone and Franco was left staring at the carefully blank and composed face of his best friend. "I don't want to go," He said quietly, his voice void of any emotion as he hugged him back.

     "I understand, angel face, you don't have to." The use of Franco's odd and very flirty nicknames usually made Vance smile (or scoff and roll his eyes) but not today. Today his expression never wavered as he nodded.

     Franco felt like an asshole, but there was still a large part of him that wanted to go. Oakleigh had been his friend too, but the last thing he wanted was to leave Vance alone to see her.

     And as if Vance could read his mind, he spoke. "You can go," He said quietly, pulling away from him and giving him a strained, forced smile. "I really don't mind. I know you miss her, too. And I know you'll take any excuse you can to show off your... eccentric suits."

     Too. I know you miss her too. Those were the words that left Vance's mouth. He missed Oakleigh more than anyone, so much so that he was never able to even utter her name. But he couldn't see her. He loved her. But he hated that he did. Because loving her hurt so fucking much.

     "Eccentric," Franco echoed, wiping his eyes as he smiled, trying to take away the depressed setting in the room. "You and your very large vocabulary had described me as that before, but I always forget what it means." He grinned, tilting his head to the side and fluttering his eyelashes. "It means awesome, doesn't it? Or fabulous. Or gorgeous. Or-"

     "Weird." Vance stated, managing to curl his lips up in a tiny, amused smile before he turned away. "I'm goin' to my room. Have fun with your man."

     "Oh, I will," Franco cooed, but the smile slipped off his face as he watched him leave, and he sighed.

     "Oakleigh," Silas, Franco's very muscular and very Greek boyfriend said quietly, wrapping his arms around Franco from behind as he read the card on the table. "Who's that?" His voice didn't sound anything but curious as he nuzzled his nose in Franco's neck gently, managing to decrease all of his anxiety for the moment.

     Another sigh tore through Franco's lips as he leaned against Silas, closing his eyes as he did so. Oakleigh and Vance had been the cutest almost-couple that he had ever seen (besides him and Silas, of course). They were so in tune with each other. They had conversations without talking, for Christ's sake! Franco knew that they were soulmates. Which is why he didn't understand why Oakleigh had cut him out of her life as sudden and violently as she did.

     "Oakleigh," Franco whispered. "Is the only girl Vance has and will ever love."