So after having some massive writers block and not being able to do anymore chapters on my two favourite fanfics at the moment I decided to do a little challenge to try and ignite the spark and do some more writing. The challenge was taken from .com to take as many random prompts as you can and fit them into a short 500 word writing piece. Hopefully it works and I can start writing again. Prompts I used are...

Prompt number 441 - "It's just a dance, what are you afraid of?"

Prompt number 211 - "I can't wait to see this happen."

Prompt number 355 - "Don't look at me, this is not my fault."

Prompt number 238 – use the words small town, bar, and jukebox in your next story

Here goes….hope you like it.


Title: The Best Day Of My Life

When I pictured my wedding day as a kid, I dreamed of so many things and hoped they would all be perfect, the gown, the music, the venue even the groom, but the way things really happened was a completely different story. For starters I never imagined I would have run off with my groom, had a quickie ceremony in a drive through chapel, and never had I imagined I would be having my reception in some random bar on the side of the road in a small tow, so unknown that I couldn't even remember the name of no matter how hard I tried, let alone dancing my first dance along to a song picked out from a Jukebox by a complete and total stranger and being surrounded by a bunch of people I didn't even know. And yet there I was, about to step onto what looked like a makeshift dance floor, but was really just a rug that had been thrown down on the floor to cover up the stickiness of spilt beer, blood, saliva and god knows what other bodily fluids that lay underneath it, a courtesy the owners of the establishment had been kind enough to bestow upon us, seeing as they never really had many newlyweds frequent their bar and weren't exactly equipped for the occasion, but were excited to accommodate us none the less.

"Are you ready to do this?" I looked up at the man standing beside me, holding my hand in his and when I saw his eyes I immediately reminded myself why it was that I had found myself in this particular situation. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of spending the rest of my life with this man, no matter the circumstances in which we had come together, the fact was that we were together now and nothing was going to change that.

"I guess so...but I mean do we really have to do"

"It's tradition right? Besides it's just a dance. What are you afraid of?"

"Nothing I guess. It's just I've never really danced before….in public I mean."

"You'll be fine. Plus all these people are expecting it. They even have a song picked out and everything."

"I guess..." I hesitated as we stepped toward the square of raggedy carpet in front of us. I looked at the people I had just met a few hours earlier and sighed. "Are you really sure this is a good idea? We don't have to if you don't want to."

"Are you kidding me? I've been waiting for what seems like a lifetime for this. I can't wait to see this happen."

"Well okay...if you're sure."

He smiled at me and squeezed my hand reassuringly, and once again I melted. It was just something that happened every time he smiled at me I couldn't say no to him. We stepped onto the rug and put our arms around each other, preparing ourselves for what we thought was going to be a bridal waltz, and then the music started playing in the background.

My eyes immediately darted toward the woman standing next to the jukebox in the corner and I glared at her.

"Really?" I sighed and dropped my arms. The song was Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by Wham. Not exactly the perfect first dance song.

"Don't look at me, this is not my fault." She shrugged. "You said any song, I just picked a number randomly and that's what came on."

"You did say you wanted our wedding day to be something we would remember forever." My husband said to me and at that point I really wasn't sure if I wanted to burst out into laughter or tears. He was right, I had said that, and after the day we had been through and everything that had happened to lead us to that point, being with him was the only thing that really mattered to me anymore. I watched as he started recreating dance moves from what looked like a bad 80's musical and I laughed.

"Fuck it." at that point in time, watching him jump around the dance floor, the other patrons of the bar slowly joining in, everyone in the bar starting to sing along with the horrible song and it was at that point I realised that nothing in the world was going to wipe the smile off my face.

Looking back, if I had the chance to do things all over again, to change everything that had happened that day, I really don't think I would. After all it really had been the best day of my life.


So turns out it was a little more than 500 words, but I actually had a lot of fun writing it. Originally it was meant to be a Jommy fic, but I guess it could really relate to any of the characters you wanted it to, depending on who your favourite couple is. I hope you enjoyed it, and now it seems that I have broken my writers block, and hopefully will have some more chapters up soon. Thank you to whoever it was that posted those prompts, I really did have a lot of fun trying to piece them all together to make a story.