Chapter Twenty: Fate, Maybe?

The moment I crashed my lips on hers, I knew I would probably be talked down upon. Or worse, getting yelled at by Seine.

What absolutely horrified me was that she kissed me back, for only a second then she stopped. Longly after I kissed her.

I've been waiting for this moment since we were eleven years old.

Slowly, we pulled apart. I was in desperate need of oxygen while she was completely fine with her breathing. Maybe because I was afraid?

Call it a coincidence, but really? Fate, Maybe?

No. Not a coincidence and not fate. Realization.

We stared at each other for a moment before pain struck me on my right cheek. She slapped me, great. "What the- cookies- did you do that for?!" She yells, managing not to curse inside a church.

"I thought it was the right moment!" I yell back.

"Well, you were wrong! You're so stupid!"

I groan, and turn back to look at everyone staring at us.

Surprisingly, Bass and Josh are making out, Josh has Bass's tux in fists of his hands while Bass has his hands tangled in Josh's hair.

Mary Ann Beth is crying, my mom is no where in the room, my dad is shaking his head in disappointment. Everyone is mad of what this wedding came to be.

"Listen, everyone, I don't care what you think. I like her not Mary Ann Beth so just get over it. The wedding's off." I grunt, and stomp my way out of the church, and walk myself to the bar up the street.

I reach the bar, and ask the bartender for a glass of tequila. He hands it to me, and I chug it down.

The liquor burning in my throat.

"Another one." I groan.

"Tough day?" He asks while fixing up my drink, and passing it to me.

"Yeah," I state, then pour the liquid down my throat.

Wait, I could still fix this.

I take out a twenty dollar bill, and slide it over to the bartender. "Keep it, I have somewhere to be." I smile, and run out the door, back to the church.

I smile the whole way back, running and dodging passed everyone.

I arrive at the church, and run up the stairs, bursting through the doors. "Seine!" I call out, and she turns around.

"What do you want now?" She groans, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry." I walk over to her, and pick her up by the waist.

"It would all be fine if you just told me you still liked me in the first place."

"What?"

"Put me down, I hate being picked up." She hits the back of my head.

I put her back on the ground, and I look towards everyone else. "I'm sorry, too. I probably shouldn't have done that, I hope you'll all forgive me." I call out to them.

I see some people smiling, slightly, or whispering. I look back to Mary Ann Beth, her back is turned against me. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have suggested marriage if I didn't like you because truth is, I do. You most likely don't believe me but I do. Not as much as I've always like Seine but like a sister. So, I'm sorry."

She turns away slowly, and her lips are slightly parted. "It's alright, I kind of already knew."

I give her a small smile, which she does back.

And then I turn to Seine. I have so many unspoken words to say to her.