Ricki and The Flash

You walked over to Josh while he danced near Emily. Your hand raised from your side and lightly tapped his shoulder. He turned around whilst smiling and said,

"Hey, you want to dance?"

"Sure" you smiled and watched as Emily slightly frowned.

"Have fun, I know it's hard - losing your best friend to a marriage" she smirked and walked off.

"Bitch" you mumbled, loud enough for Josh to hear.

"Wow," he chuckled, "you really don't like her, do you?"

"Well, she's not my favourite person. And she's just using you, so"

"She's not" Josh sighed while swaying to the music, his hands on your lower back, trying not to moved down onto your cheeks.

"She is. She doesn't love you, not like I do. She's using you for your money. Look at her now," you pointed to her. She was dancing with someone neither of you knew, "I mean, do you even know him?"

"Well, not exactly. But it's only a bit of fun"

"That's a lot of fun" you commented while she danced very closely with the stranger.

"Okay, maybe she is being close, but so are we" he gestured to the minimal space between you two.

"But that's different. We have something, something special. They-I don't even know what they are. We love each other, Josh. We belong together"

"I love Emily, and I'm happy to be married to her" he lied.

"Then why did you sleep with me?" you whisper, knowing no one knows but you two.

"Well, I-you see. There-I-"

"Exactly," you cut him off, "you don't love her, you say you do, but you don't. And she definitely doesn't love you. She's with you for the money. It's the way she acts: clingy, desperate, needy, says 'I love you' way too often. Ive had it loads of times. She'll leave you for someone with more money"

"You don't know her like I do"

"Oh, really? Yet you tell me everything that she's done in a week on the one night we're together? And I know nothing, huh?"

"No, no you don't" he argued back.

"Don't fight me on this, Josh. You think you love her, and you think she loves you. She doesn't. Wake up and smell the roses, babe, she's in it for the money. She doesn't appreciate your family: I do. She hates your mom: I don't. She ignores the fact that your family's fucked up: I don't. She with you for the money: I'm not"

"And how can you be sure?"

"Because I know people like Emily, the people who don't care about other people, only about their bank balance"

"Really?" he questioned.

"Yes, Josh, really. I want to be with you. I know you want the same. You hate her. Stop lying to yourself and get over your ignorance. You have someone who really loves you, right here" you whisper while leaning closer to him.

"I know you do," he whispered back, "but we can't do it"

"We can. I'll leave here and you follow a few minutes after. Don't say anything to anyone and make sure no one sees you"

"But what about-"

"What about, nothing, okay? We can do it, you want to?"

"Yeah, okay, sure" he agreed.

"Make it look like I'm saying goodbye, okay? And then meet me outside in 10" you kissed his cheek, "congrats, by the way, you look great" you winked.

"Thanks" he smiled, following the plan. You left the room as Josh watched you from behind. 10 minutes later, Josh was behind you out in the gardens of the wedding reception. His fingers laced with yours as you ran off, leaving Emily, his family and everyone else behind.