I Do, John, I, And I

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I Do, John, I Do I stared dreamily into John’s sharp gray eyes. He stared back, his soft grin teasing. I took a deep breath through my nose, waiting for my step-brother- who had offered to be “preacher” at John and I’s not-so-traditional wedding- to speak. John raised his eyebrows goofily and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. He was so perfect. Mark- the earlier mentioned step-brother- cleared his throat and prepared to speak. “We are gathered here today, on this happy and heartwarming day, to join this lucky bastard and this foxy woman I am proud to call my sister, in slavery- I mean matrimony.” Our friends and family chuckled and I smacked him on the arm. Mark smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. He continued. “Marriage is a-”…show more content…
When we pulled apart, our guests cheered. Mark the loudest. John locked eyes with me and I thought back to when I first met those keen and tender gems. I was only thirteen years old and full of hormones. Like every girl would, I thought he was the “hottest man alive”. When I told my mother, she just smiled and rolled her eyes, obviously thinking I’d be over it by the morning. But it didn’t go away. “You hardly know him!” my mom had cried when I told her that I wanted to see him again. “But he’s perfect…” I argued in my lust-filled state. “He was just an attractive boy working at a bookstore. You’re too young for him.” I groaned and set my head on our kitchen counter. “Age doesn’t matter and he works at a bookstore.” I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t have time for this Gwen.’ she said with finality. When she turned her back I mocked her like I used to do when I was seven. “Don’t mock you mother Gwenyth,” my step-dad scolded, walking in the kitchen with a box in his arms. I pouted. Greg tapped my chin teasingly. “Go help Mark with the boxes Gwenny.” I sighed and pushed the stool away from the counter. Greg kissed my mother lovingly. I grimaced. “At least wait until I leave the room before you start snogging each other.” I murmured. “Cheeky brat.” I heard Greg mutter as I was walking towards the front door. I rolled my eyes and strutted down the

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