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Second last chapter of PTBBG!  I had to make 2 chapters instead of one because Chapter 32 was too long! 

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Chapter 33: Oh yes it can, rock bottom moment. 

            RIVYN’S P.O.V.           

I zipped up the back of the dress, and smoothed the tight silk down.  The fabric was a soft texture of peach, it changing as it came to my upper thigh.  It was fire coloured dress, the golden embroidery at the trim.  It was breathtaking, and I had to pry my eyes from the mirror.  Slipping into a pair of wedges that hung on the bathroom closet, I opened the door, stepping back into the large change room. 

            Tossing the dirty jeans and other garments in the garbage, I flipped my hair, and paused.  The sense that I wasn’t alone was disturbing, and I turned around.

            My glossy lips opened, my jaw hanging out.  “What the—”

            “Wow,” breathed Brian, his eyes trailing over me.  An exciting shiver rushed up my arm as I checked him out as well.  His hair was messily shagged along his perfect face, the expensive black tux sexily shaped around his toned body.  He was looking fine.  I even had to stop myself from biting down on my finger.

            The wash of admiration quickly dissolved as I realized who he was.  My heart hammered, and I couldn’t believe Brian was really standing in before me.  Perhaps I was dreaming?  I pinched myself, but no, it wasn’t a dream.  My gaze travelled to his hands as I found him holding a large vase, it holding long stems of the orange roses.  Questions buzzed in my mind, ‘Why was he here?  Was he following me?  Why did he have a vase of flowers?  Was he giving it to a different girl?’  A deep wash of disappoint sat as the accusation could had been possible.

            “Brian?” I stepped closer, my head tilted in confusion.  It was like he couldn’t believe either, how weird of a coincidence our timing was.  Was this a coincidence?  Instantly, a look of panic rose on his face as if I caught him holding a dead body.  “Brian?  What are you doing here?”

            He gulped, and took a step back as I moved closer.  “Hello?  You okay?”

            His eyes were frozen, the beaded colours glinting with fear.  Taking another step back, he snatched the flowers and dropped the vase, running out the door.  “Wait!” I called, and tripped over the couch.  “Oof!”  I scrapped myself off, and crunched over the broken glass, dashing after him. 

            A flash of blond hair ripped around the corner, and I ditched the shoes, carrying them by the straps.  “Get your ass over here!” I shouted, breaking it down the corridor.  He ducked under a tray as a waitress walked by, and she squealed, almost tipping a ladies glass.  Dodging the squeaking women, I grabbed an orange from the table and hit him in the head. 

            “Stop running you pussy!”

            “Miss!” 

            A plastic arm clutched my wrist, her fierce strength like handcuffs.  “Language!  Please!  We have children here!”  Catching my breath, I halted and watched as timid girls were picking at their noses, their big bulging eyes seeming very interested.  

            Bending to their height, I rested my hands on my knees.  “Children, if any of your ex-boyfriends are a Grade A pain in your rear end, and run away like cowards, don’t call them the ‘p’ word.”  The mother nodded approvingly, and I smiled.  “Call them either a douche, jackass, or if you’re really frustrated, bastard is the word,” I winked, and they giggled. 

            “Ba—” she spoke.

            “—stard,” the other grinned. 

            “Bastsard!” they sang, and I raised my eyebrow at their mother. 

            “Why you—”

            I busted it down the room, into the busy kitchen.  A tray of shrimp was getting carried, and I popped one in my mouth as I spun through the swinging doors.  I licked my lips, and peeked through another room.  Now where was that boy? 

            Creak! 

            A large hand muffled over my mouth, and my body was pulled into a closet.  The doors closed, and I elbowed my attacker, and heard a low groan.  An alarming sent smacked up my nose, and it was both overwhelming and spicy with a touch of fresh manly shaving cream.  Twisting me around, the person gripped my shoulders, and I tried to wave my hands for a light switch, but nothing was reachable. 

            Soon their lips were on my ear, and I let them hold my waist in their arms, pulling me close.  Shutting my eyes, I could feel their heart beating as fast as mine, and panic didn’t seem to come over.  I felt comfortable, tender, amiable, snug...warm...moist...

            I quickly realized my mouth was blending with theirs and my chest heavily rose in surprise.  Shutting my eyes, my body melted as my back was getting stroked, sending tiny butterflies fluttering in my stomach.  The taste was both sexy and delicious, and I couldn’t help but recognize the flavour. 

            My fingers raked through their hair, the curls soft and familiar.  My mind couldn’t think straight at what was happening.  Who was this stranger?  Then again, it didn’t matter as I was pushed against the wall, coats and jackets rubbing my cheeks.  A low moan was breathed and I wasn’t sure if where it came from.  All I could think was more.  More fireworks.  More kissing. 

            He pulled me closer and I couldn’t thaw out anymore.  Their lips trailed along my ear, down my neck, then back to my mouth, reuniting again. 

            Brian.  It was as if he knew I had realized who he was.  He yanked away and stumbled into some coats, a series of ‘Ow’ hiding under his breath.  I reached out to feel a hard chest, and made my way to his smooth cheeks, the aftershave almost driving me insane. 

            “Shit,” he whispered as I brushed our noses, leaning in a little more.  “Charlie’s going to kill me.” 

            “Who?” I murmured, and felt him go stiff as I inched closer.

            “I can’t be doing this,” he hushed, and stumbled away, trying to find the door.

            My body washed with hurt and rejection, paralyzed on the spot.  “Brian,” I began, but he opened the door, and I shielded my eyes from the light. 

            Taking a few moments for my vision to adjust, I blinked to find him gone.  Again.  I touched my wet lips, and breathed a small ‘Wow’.  That was amazing.  Superb!  Phenomenal!  Then he left.  My stomach churned, and the thought of him here with a date made me lightheaded. 

            “Oh miss, uh...”  I spun to see Louise’s niece, Kelly, giving me a funny look. 

            “Yes?” I asked, and she motioned to a mirror.  Peeking at my reflection, I groaned again.  Now this would have been the second mirror I would have broke.  Using my finger, I rubbed the smudged lipstick and untangled the crazy curls.  Feeling a breeze by my upper thigh, I squeaked, and found most of my dress hiked above my waist.

            Immediately yanking it down, I flushed to see Kelly giggling.  “Um, thanks,” I smiled, and she nodded. 

            “Was that your boyfriend?” she asked, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her small ears.  She looked exactly like Louise except the younger version. 

            I shook my head, “Ex.”

            Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she searched the ground.  “Oh, sorry.”  I waved a ‘no-worries’, and she peeked a glance at me.  “You guys look cute together.”  She blushed again, “I mean, well, you guys...”

            “It’s fine.  You’re not the first one to tell me that,” I brushed, admiring her innocence. 

            Kelly nodded, and scurried off.  Double-checking in the mirror, I stepped into the back garden, keeping a good eye for Brian.  “Oh!” I gasped as a little girl was chasing a small boy, her hands full of oranges.  She chucked one at his head, and he shot her a scowl as they ran around the aisle of chairs. 

            “You get back here, bastard!” she shouted, and I clamped my mouth. 

            A crowd of little girls scurried after her, their hands flaring in the air with the same look as their tiny leader. 

            “Come on, Jack!” 

            “Just say sorry to her!”

            “Don’t be such a pussy!”        

            I laughed and picked up the little boy, swooping him from their petite hands.  He hugged my neck in terror, and I bit my lip. 

            “Hey!” whined the little girl, staring up.  “Give me back my douche!”

            I frowned as her minions came behind her, their fists clenched on their small waists. 

            “Yeah!  Give him back!”

            “He’s rightfully ours!”

            I raised a brow, “Jack?”  His beady eyes were glinting in fear, but he managed to look at me.  “What did you do to upset these girls?”

            Moving his soft lips to my ear, his voice was small and so sweet.  “I-I-I was juggling.” 

            “And...”

            “I accidentally h-h-hit Maryna in the head.”

            “Did not!” the pouty girl shouted, and he buried his face back in my neck. 

            “Now girls.  You shouldn’t treat men like that—”

            “But you said—”

            “I said if they’re a Grade A pain in your ass.  Jack didn’t mean to hit you.”

            She shifted, and stared at her feet.  “I guess...”  Sighing, she curled her hair around her finger, “Sorry Jack...”

            He peeked a glance at Maryna, and grew a tiny smile.  “O-o-okay, Maryna.  I forgive you.”  I held back a, ‘Awwww’, and set him down.  He reached his hands for the oranges, and showed off his dimples.  “Want to see me juggle, Maryna?  I’ll do especially for you!”

            I touched my heart, and watched as she curiously peered as he began to shoot the fruits in the air.  Truth be told, he was really good.  Until one flew out of this hands and smacked her in the nose. 

            Her face scrunched into a growl, and it was if the last minute was no importance to her.  “You did that on purpose!” 

            His eyes widened, “N-n-no!  I didn’t mean to!  It was by accident!”

            “Uh oh,” I smiled, and directed Jack the opposite direction.  “You better get a head start, kiddo,” I advised, and he sprinted back in the house. 

            “You’re dead, Jack!  Dead!” Maryna screamed, and followed after him, the little minions tagging along. 

            “You tell ‘em, M!”

            “She won’t crack your nuts!”

            “Jack!  Quit being such a pussy!”

            I grinned, and shook my head.  “Run, Forrest!  Run!”  I hollered, and several ladies shot me disturbing looks. 

            “Young youth,” I sighed, “so naive.”

            About to sit down, Kelly called me over into the dome, and I raised a brow.  “Yeah?”

            “It’s time!”

            A warm rush of excitement climbed up my back and I headed over to Kelly with a bright smile.  Although this wasn’t my wedding, I was still just as excited.  This was my first wedding I had been to, and that thought made me nervous.  What was I suppose to do as the maid of honour? 

            Kelly’s small hands passed me the bouquet of orange roses, and I blushed, “Thank you.”

            “No problem,” she winked, and took my arm, grouping me with the other bridesmaids.  Kelly seemed around thirteen, and I grinned, remembering those innocent times when I would freak once my teacher scolded me to my first detention.  Ah, good times. 

            “You know what to do?”

            “Hm?”  I stared back down at her, and blushed again.  “Oh, no.  I don’t.”

            She pointed to the back of the line of bridesmaids, “Just get behind the last women, and do the same as everyone else.  It’s easy really.”  Giving a small squeeze of assurance, she skipped off, swinging her clipboard around her arms. 

            I did as I was told, my hands griping the stem as ideas began to pop.  What if Brian was Mr. Danforth’s best man?  Would I have to walk down the aisle with him?  Could he be in the crowd instead?  Should I smile at him if I see him? 

            “That’s her?”

            “Mhmm.   Dorthy said she’s a bitch.”

            “What?  Why?”

            “She infected her children with foul names.”

            “She does look pretty thin.”

            “What did Louise see in her?”

            “I can’t believe she deserves to be the maid of honour.”

            My gaze coldly narrowed at the ladies in front of me, their snotty noses sticking up as they continued to whisper about me.  What did Louise see in these women? 

            I tapped the ladie’s shoulder that started the gossip, and she frowned, turning to my face.  “What do you want?”

            “To get out of my face,” I breezed, and she gave a death glare. 

            “Unfortunately, twit, I’m one of Louise’s best friends, and I’m actually supposed to be here.  So if you could just shut the fuck up that would be nice.”  Opening my mouth, she silenced me with a fake sombre look.  “Oh wait, you probably can’t even use that vocabulary yet.  Little girl, feel lucky that you’re wearing my dress—”

            “Sorry?” I leaned my ear closer.  “I can’t understand you with all you’re muffling.  Your head is too busy stuck up your ass,” I grinned, and she gasped, triggering all her lady friends to do the same.  Rich people.  So arrogant. 

            “Why you—”

            The piano started, and the line of men approached.  The woman instantly closed her mouth, and I smiled in satisfaction.  The doors opened to the garden, and I watched as the first set walked off. 

            Someone stepped beside me and my breath caught.  “Bri—” I turned to see a much older man, and bit my lip from frowning.  A churn of disappoint clutched my stomach, and I felt uneasy. 

            “Hello miss,” he quietly nodded, and I tried my best to muster a returning smile.

            “Hi,” I managed, and linked arms as did all the couples.  I quickly realized my fingers were purple from holding the bouquet so tight.  Easing my grip, I took in a sharp breath, gaining back control.  What was wrong with me?  Was I nervous?  For what?  I wasn’t even getting married.

            Watching the couple in front walk down the aisle, my heart beat increased, sweat building behind my neck.  I was afraid.  I was afraid Brian wasn’t in the crowd.  His terrified face flashed in my mind, and fear was written in his eyes.  He didn’t want to see me.  He wished I wasn’t here.  My nose stung, and I harder on my lip. 

            “Come on,” murmured my pair, he already taking a step ahead. 

            Unable to deliver a smile, I walked beside him, my eyes searching the crowds of joyful guests.  Cameras clicked, and I awkwardly squinted.  “It’s okay,” he whispered, reminding me of my grandpa.  “Relax…”  Slowly breathing out, I flashed a smile of what I hoped to be calm.  “There you go… just smile… you’re doing fine…”  Soon, we both reached the alter, and I heaved out a sigh as all the eyes peeled off of me.  “You did great, kiddo.”

            I shyly blushed, “Thanks.”  Glancing to Mr. Danforth, he seemed so confident as the music played louder.  How could someone be so confident at a nervous moment like this?  He was giving his life away!  He was getting himself off the market!  He was engraving his name in stone as taken. 

            I wondered if my husband would be like that.  So brave and positive in his decisions; not afraid to put himself out there and run away from problems.  “Unlike Brian,” I grumbled under my breath, staring at my shoes. 

            The doors reopened and all heads turned back.  Gasps and cameras flashed as Louise came, her dress pooled over her feet.  Maryna enthusiastically tossed the orange petals, dancing her way to the front.  An older man who I was guessing was Louise’s dad looked serious as he linked his arm with his daughter.  Louise on the other hand, was growing a humungous grin that looked like it could explode any second.  Tears began to get clearer as she approached, and I even felt like crying myself.

            The two stopped by the alter, and a warm smile grew on her dad’s face.  He pecked as small kiss and whispered something, making her giggle.  Giving another kiss, he stepped aside and let her stand next to Charlie.

            Their smiles were shining so bright, a warm vibe washed over and I could literally hear everyone sigh in awe.  “We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion,” spoke the pastor, his round glasses reminding me of Harry Potter.  Ha!  He even had the whole robe nailed down to!  Go figure.  A Holy Harry Potter.  Amen to that. 

            “…to join this man,” Charlie did a little fist pump and the guys laughed, “and this woman,” whistles rang, and Louis blushed, “in holy matrimony.”

            I smiled as the pastor continued, but nothing could stop the giddy butterflies fluttering in my stomach.  Was I ever going to find a man like Charlie?  Was I even ever going to get married?  Will I ever get my happily ever after? 

            Gagh!?  What was I doing?  This was their wedding, not mine!  Quite whining about your pathetic love life and let someone else enjoy there’s, I thought, and decided to just stop thinking all together. 

            “Groom, do you take this woman to be your wedded wife?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honour her, and keep her in sickness and health, remaining faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

            Charlie rubbed his short stub, “By loving her, do you mean sex?  If so, is there a certain promising amount that comes with this engagement?” 

            Louis tapped her chin, “Well, since there’s still the honey moon, how about once a week?”

            “Honey, I ain’t going to be having this sexy body forever.”

            “Three times a week?”

            “Deal.”

            The pastor cleared his throat, and I laughed.  “Oh!” Charlie jumped like he suddenly remembered he was getting married.  “Right.  Yes.  I do.  With the promising sex of course.”

            Everyone chuckled, even Louise.  I wondered if my husband and I would be as comfortable as they were in public.  It was as if Louise and Charlie were in their own little world, not caring they were having an explicit conversation, because they had each other.  Maybe that was what love did to you.  It didn’t let anything stand in the way as long as you’re with the person you love.

            “Bride,” Holy Potter faced to Louise, “do you take this man to your wedded husband?  Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honour and keep him in sickness and in health, remaining faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

            “Only if he remembers to bring the condoms,” she grinned, and the crowd chuckled.  “Then yes, I do.”

            Louise and Charlie stared into each other; they’re eyes glinting with adventure and love.  I wiped the brim of my eyes, and heard many people begin to get the sniffles.  The moment was silent for a magical pause as the pastor spoke those five special words, “You may kiss the bride.”

            Charlie grabbed Louise and dipped her into a long beautiful kiss that got everyone on their feet clapping.  Tears sputtered and hankies were flagging out as they popped up for air, standing back up.  Charlie did a cowboy howl, and a leg up as the guys hooted again, whistles ringing in the air.  It was one of the happiest moments of my life, watching a promising love unfold.  Nothing could top this.  Nothing.

            Like casting a spell, the crowd hushed silent as Charlie raised his hand, silencing the excitement.  He licked his lips and turned to me.  He shot a wink and I scrunched my brows, confused. 

            “Hit it!”

            Everyone turned back to the doors as music began to blast, making the ground vibrate.  People started to clap, and I remained puzzled, unsure what was going on.  Stepping by the alter, I peered down the aisle. 

            Suddenly, the doors burst open and out danced Brian, holding a microphone, his golden smile widening as he shook.  Then I knew the song.  MC Wallface & DJ Easy Rock.  The song we played on our first date. 

            Brian did a little spin, making the ladies squeal.  I touched my lips, it hanging open in shock.  He pointed to me, “It takes two to make a thing go riiiight!”  He cleanly did the moonwalk, and thrilled shouts rang.  “It takes two to make it out of site!”  Doing the moonwalk, he high-fived Jack and jumped, smoothly spinning. 

            “It’s takes two to make a thing go ri-ght!”  He pointed to me, eyes gazing into mine, “It takes two to make it out of site!” 

            I blushed, and covered my mouth from letting my smile explode.  Hopping into another sexy move, he spun around and glided in front of me, lowering the microphone so we could see face-to-face.  “It takes two—”

            “To make a thing go right,” I finished, shaking my head in bewilderment.  Fireworks went off in my head and I couldn’t do anything but grin like an idiot.  I didn’t care though because he had the same smile, looking so adorable like a chubby child.

            Everyone clapped and whistled as the music faded, time beginning to slow down.  “You really know how to make an entrance,” I breathed, surprised I could even speak. 

            The soft lips I dreamed of kissing grew, and Brian tossed Charlie the microphone so there was nothing between us.  Millions of emotions were pooling into my stomach, and the multiple rushes made me giddy. 

            Instead of leaning in, he gazed at me, sweat breaking down his forehead.  “Rivyn?”

            “Yeah?” I croaked although my insides were madly spinning with anticipation and fear.

            He slowly got on one knee, and my stomach churned, my heart rate quickening by each beat.  My throat instantly went dry, and I froze, things gradually beginning to get blurry.  Was he—?  But—?

            Slipping his hand into this navy jacket, he pulled out a small white box, his hands shaking as he presented it in front of me.

            I opened my mouth to speak, but it stay liked that, nothing able to come out.  What was going on?  Was this really happening?  I couldn’t breathe.  I couldn’t breathe.  I couldn’t breathe. 

            My knuckles whitened as they curled, and I almost fell over for the fact that I wasn’t breathing.  His dark eyes stared into mine, the sparkling multicoloured beads nervously gleaming.  I saw his neck a little strained, and his fingers reached for the small lid.

            I sucked in a sharp breath, my legs shaking.  A breeze brushed up my dress, passing my quivering thighs. 

            A sticky sensation leaked below my abdomen, and I instantly needed to cross my legs. 

            I think I just pissed myself. 

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