Ginormo (tyclay) wrote in chitownthread, @ 2010-10-30 20:06:00 |
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It was nearly eight years ago that a tall, lanky, young man stood at the Pier with shaking hands. In those trembling hands, he cradled a small velvet box that held much more significance than the price tag attached to it. All of the possible what-ifs coursed through his mind at mach speed but most important, there was always that possibility that she could say no. Four years of commitment just to be thrown away by a lousy, one word answer...
Tyler pushed that memory aside and took a deep breath. It would have been an understatement to say that his head was swimming. It felt like it was going to fall off at any given moment. Those bright green eyes widened, shifting his stoic expression into something deemed as his "puppy dog" face. He glanced to his best friend and then smiled feebly. "Got the ring?" That was probably the billionth time he asked, but at least this was going to be the last time. Before Nate had the chance to answer, Tyler's gaze shifted onto the others. Likewise, he offered each of them that lopsided smile and then pulled his hands from his pockets to check the time. It felt like the moment was hours away when it was just ten minutes. Ten minutes until the I Do's and life changed again, but for the best. A hand was ran through his hair to push it out of his eyes, then his hands were returned to the warm confines of his pockets.
When he leaned over a bit to peek over the edge of the dock, his head started spinning even faster. The events of last night were starting to creep up on him, as well as the slight hangover. Tyler really had to hand to Nate. His last night of "freedom" was certainly one that wasn't going to be forgotten. Nevermind that Tyler possibly lost some of his dignity, he still had one hell of a time. It was just like old times, really, and that alone caused him to grin smugly to himself. The grin vanished when he felt a hand being clasped over his shoulder. Ty looked up to see the pastor holding onto him, and his brows furrowed a bit in response. "You were swayin' a bit, didn't want you to fall in," the minister mused. Unsure of what to say, Tyler managed to bob his head in a curt nod and then he allowed that goofy smile to curl over his lips.
"Heh, I remember on Monday when this was just going to be an elopement," he stated aloud. That was the glorious thing about anxiety, it compelled Tyler to just ramble about anything. Whether or not it was coherent was up for debate, but there were moments when he couldn't stop himself from thinking out loud.