Since we were kids, I knew how he wanted his wedding to be. Out in the country, magnolias in hand. He wanted his grandpa officiating the marriage.

I knew I would be in a black suit and tie, sitting in the back. I'd take a strong shot of whiskey from the flask. I'd watch, trying to make it through without crying.

When we were in our teens, his plans hadn't changed, and we'd almost kissed. But I'd freaked. We'd been friends since kindergarten and I didn't want to ruin it. Sitting in a booth at the Stars Align, a date for best friends. Coffee sat in front of me, hot cocoa in front of him.

I got so damn close but freaked out, backing up quickly. The quarterback of our football team stood in the window, watching us. He stood, walking outside and began playfully pounding on his chest.

I figured I could put it off and keep putting it off, telling myself that eventually I would tell him how I felt.

The little piece of cardstock killed the dream, though. A wedding invite, blaring bold, capitalized letters, announcing the wedding date for him to another man. I crumpled to the floor in the living room, letting out a yell, throwing the paper across the room. I missed my chance. My chance to give him the wedding he'd dreamed of since he was six, ruined by some other guy.

I showed up, like the supportive best friend I was. I sat in the back, black suit and tie. The flask tucked in my inside pocket held Jack Daniels. I thought about telling him now, but I'm not gonna ruin this special day for him. But I'll let it ruin it for me.

"I, Scott Dun, vow to take Chris Hemingway as my lawfully wedded husband." That's when my world collapsed.

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A/N (edit): Hi my lil night guards!

I wrote this based off of Marry Me by Thomas Rhett because I wanted to write something angsty

Song: Marry Me by Thomas Rhett