Jesus Christ this will be fun.

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Alex's POV

There's less than a week left before my wedding day.

I know it sounds beyond the bounds of possibility, I myself can't believe it, but in five days I'll be happily married to the love of my life.

If I have to be completely honest with you I'll tell you wedding planning isn't as easy as it seems; the guests, the invitations, the sitting, the food, the drinks, etc... heck with everything going on the ceremony itself wasn't our biggest worry.

Luckily we had John's family and our friends to help us out. Plus ou trusted wedding planner. Peggy Schuyler.

-Flashback begins-

Third Person's POV

"Congratulations on your engagement guys!" Said Peggy, her eyes glowing with excitement"

Thank you Peggs" Alex replied

"You took so lon- AHH" Peggy screamed as she jumped off her seat. The color drained out of her face

"What's wrong?" John asked

"Uhh I felt something weird touching my ankle" said Peggy lowering herself so she could see what was underneath the table.

"Oh Franklin ! Long time no see" said Peggy lifting the small turtle from the ground "you scared the hell out of me!"

"Uhm actually that's not Franklin" said John with a small chuckle.

"That's MiSHELL" Alex added

Peggy studied the turtle "Oops, I'm sorry ma'am" she said apologetically placing the small turtle back on the floor.

Alex chuckled in response "I'm surprised you didn't notice it. MiSHELL and Franklin look nothing alike"

"Uh I don't know about that. I bet only you two can tell them apart" said Peggy looking at MiSHELL leaving the room at a painfully slow pace.

Then she turned her attention to Alex and John back again. "So.. You two are engaged AND got a new turtle? Gosh I was gone on a trip for only two weeks!" She whined

The two boys laughed

"So what did you guys wanted to talk to me about?" Peggy asked

Alexander took a deep breath as his expression closed up "Peggs.. there is something we want to tell you" he went on

"What is it?" She asked curious

"We...wanted to ask if you wanted to help us plan the wedding" John said.

At Peggy's surprised face, he explained, "I mean, we'll get a real planner towards the end to be there on the wedding day and take care of business but, we've been talking and we want you to be a big part of all of this."

Peggy grinned and nodded excitedly. She was trying her best not to scream in happiness. Her friends wanted her to plan their wedding! She was overjoyed and might actually explote in excitement.

"Of course! I-I have my wedding binder from that project in high school! It covers all the wedding basics so we know where to start! I'll go find it!" Peggy jumped from her seat and ran towards the door leaving the apartament.

Alex just shook his head and smiled and looked at his fiance. "I have no idea why you were so worried"

John's mouth curved into a smile, "Hey can you blame me? I didn't know if she'd say yes. I was dead nervous" answered John letting the air in his lungs, he didn't know he had been holding to, go.

-Flashback ends-

Alex's POV

Peggy has been helping us a lot. You'd say it is a dumb idea but that binder did cover most basics of a wedding. God bless Peggy's high school teacher.

John and I have been busy working on the preparations for the wedding. I'd be lying if I told you that it was not tiring as hell but the mere thought of John becoming my husband made it all worth it. It also helped the fact that John's mother supported us. To be honest I was scared she might have...uhm a hard time accepting our engagement but instead she took in the news happily. I was so relieved and my chest felt warm when I saw John smile the way he did when his mother gave us her sincere blessing. Although the air became a bit heavy when John's father's name was mentioned it was nice to hear how John's mother added how proud her husband would be to see his son graduating from college, about to become a lawyer and with someone who he'd be able to share memorable moments with. It is hard to explain... but thanks to John's mother I felt accepted.

I wonder if my mother would be also proud of who I've become...

John and I were walking around the neighborhood. The night sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.

I let myself become one with the tranquility of the night as I hold onto John's hand.

"Uhm Alex...can I ask you something..?"

My lashes fluttered "Sure John, what is it?"

His forehead creased "Do you... do you have any idea where you father is at the moment?"

I stopped walking.

"I-I'm sorry for asking such personal question.. it's just that since we are going to get married I was wondering whether he'd come to the wedding..." explained John

I put on a half smile "It's okay John. I don't mind talking about my family with you. You are my fiance afterall" I said tightening the grip of my fingers around his, "About what you said... he has tried to contact me a couple of times but I never answered back. Even though I'd love to have a father figure, someone to look up to. I just can't forgive him for what he did to my mother and me. He stopped trying to reach me about a year ago. The last letter I received from him said he was in Londres"

"What was he doing in Londres?"

"He metioned he was the owner of a small sugar factory in England. Nothing too big nor too small. Stable enough for him to have a comfortable life without any economical issues."

"Do you think he's still there?"

"I don't know. As far as I know he might" I concluded

"Are you.. going to invite him to the wedding..?" He asked nervously

I stayed silent. I know tensing against the shaking of my limbs is useless but I do it instinctively, trying to suppress for a few more moments what I know I cannot, "I don't know..." I managed to say.

"Why don't you try contacting him again? I mean I know it'd be hard for you because of the wound he left on you but... I still think it'd be nice to have your father at your... our wedding" he insisted "If you have the opportunity to go back to your family you should take it"

I brought my gaze to the ground "I don't know John... I can't seem to forgive him. I mean even if let's say I do forget what he did, we don't even know the kind of person he is now. What if I get my hopes up and he doesn't even show up? I'd feel as if he abandoned me again"

"But you are not alone. I'm here for you Alex" he said, sadness clouded his features.

The corner of my mouth quirked up, "Thank you John" I said resuming my walking "I'll try to get in touch with him"

.-Time skip-

Wedding day

Third person's POV

John held the bouquet ready for the ceremony his hands twinged with sweat. He was nervous. Incredibly so. His heart ran with legs like a runner. His eyebrows frowned in worry and impatience. He glanced at the bouquet ready to keep well away from the plants which were still beautifully deadly. They carried an otherworldly trance. He gulped. It was nearly time.

The place buzzed with excited chatter and children ran between the tables in a good natured game of tag. Then the both grooms entered, applause spread across the place. The Schyuler sisters tried their best to not shed any tears, but of course easier to be said than done. There was the scraping of chairs as folks got up for a standing ovation and the happy couple made their way to the head table, smiling and holding hands. They sat in front of a bouquet of baby pink roses and the Alex leaned in for a kiss. There were cheers and someone whooped. After a few moments the toastmaster, Lafayette, rose from his chair and everyone else sat down. The sound of his teaspoon rapping on the side of his wineglass signalled everyone to silence, except the children who were shushed by their parents.

He congratulated the newly wed couple and went back to his sitting position next to Hercules.

Alex and John smiled happily. Alex gazed nostalgically to the chair across their table which was empty. Alexander was successful at contacting his father who was still living in Londres. He had promised to go to the wedding but he never arrived. Alex put the sad thoughts to the side and focused on what was happening on that very moment. Even though his father hurted him once more, he wasn't alone this time. John was there for him.

Alex's POV

Everyone told me the day would be a blur, that you won't remember any of it, but I was determined to prove them wrong. I took notes on scratch pieces of paper and, later, after it was over and we were in the car to the hotel, on my cell phone, capturing everything I remembered in case it would mean something later. It did mean something later. And it didn't. It's hard to explain.

There were the bumble bees beforehand, yellow and black and dancing across the little pink flowers I don't know the name of. They were just bees, but because I was noticing them, noticing on that day in particular, they seemed to mean something more. Then, after the ceremony and before the dancing, the sliver of a moon hanging pale in the near dusk above the pine and oak trees of John's parent's farm we had an outdoor wedding in early summer. I remember the way my sister in law smirked at us as she carried two full glasses of beer to her table. I remember greeting the long line of people who had come to celebrate with us (although, I don't remember all their names!) as they waited in line for dinner. It meant the world to me that all of our friends were there, I wish my mom would have been there too. I remember the way we danced to that first song, the way we danced to all the ones afterward. I remember it because I took notes, like good writers do.

But it's the things I didn't take notes on I remember the most: the way I cried when I first saw him in that elegant suit, he looked so handsome. The way I couldn't stop crying afterwards, and how I felt both embarrassed and glad for my crying, embarrassed because crying in public is still hard, and glad because it means something when you cry on your wedding day. I remember the way I lifted our clasped hands after we were announced, and how I felt something in between, "We did it," and, "Holy Crap."

I remember my blood waking up my brain the moment I saw him walking towards me, though I thought myself already awake. My smile grew of its own accord and I could have either let him see what he ignited or hide it, either way he's the most fun thing in my world.

I remerber how John's face exploted into this radiant smile and his green eyes shined like the sun. My insides melting. I'm the one that put that look there.

But most of all, I remember leaving, sitting in the back of my Honda while a groomsman drove us into our new life, and realizing everything was different and yet exactly the same. There was no drama, no relief, no mystery. It did not even feel like a beginning, although it was in so many ways. Instead, it felt like Alexander, like me, like it has always felt. But also like John, because he was sitting right there holding my hand, as he would hold it for the rest of our lives. Yes, it felt like that, like Alex John. I would remember that.

"We did it" John said in an almost unaudible whispers. But I did hear it.

"Yes we did" I answered. I stared deep into his green eyes, I cupped his cheek that was slowly turning red. I smiled at him before slowly I leaned into kissing his lips. Sparks flew in every direction, and the world was slowly disappearing around us, along with all of our worries, our troubles and our problems. He made me feel like none of that mattered. It was a small yet warm kiss.I felt his hands on the back of my neck play with the ends of my ponytail. A smile grew on my face as it started to tickle, finally we pulled apart.

"Thank you for showing me what love is John" I said unconsiously. The silly smile still not leaving my face.

"Thank you too Alexander" he replied and we kissed once more.

One thought slowly taking over my mind.

Love is just a word until you find the right person to show it to.

The end.

Here the story officially ends.

Thank you so much for reading it. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writting it.

Farewells and thank you so much for your support!