I don't wanna hear the wedding bells chime / mccoys.

Will isn’t an anxious guy. Sometimes, he should. Honestly, I wish I had his stomach, I don’t ever think he got issues in the bathroom because of stress before june 6th 2020. Stuck in the bathroom until he had to go wait down the aisle. Maybe it has nothing to do with his nerve, and more with all the drink he had the day before. Who knows? Being drunk was the thing keeping him from driving far far away. Drunk driving got him here so no, he didn’t do the same mistake again. Bravo Willy, learning from you fucking mess for once.
Today, he is high as fuck. Hoping his dad notice honestly. Or his lovely bride. Seeing her on the wedding day is bad luck and that's probably why he called her so many times before the ceremony. Asking weird question, hoping she’d show up in that white dress. Has if luck was keeping this show together.
Noah was here, sometimes laughing of his stupid self. Sometime, planning an escape like Michael Scofield would. She almost agreed to marry him just to get him out of this situation, but someone has leverage on him. Too bad.
He thought covid would safe him but no, people can gather now. They should be wearing masks, but lol… His future wife will never accept these in her pictures. Will she smiles on these? Will isn’t sure she’s capable of it to be honest. And after saying yes he might forget how to.
His eyes were red, but he would blame it on happy tears, it’s fine. An annoying red head would pop in the room where he was suppose to wait way too many time, has if Christian could smell his want to run. Coming to count down slowly how many minutes he still had as a free man. Five fucking minutes. Will never hated his last name more before. It was time for him to go wait for his fiancée down the aisle filled with strangers and people he doesn’t like. His mom was smiling and he couldn’t tell if he was happy to see her or too high to be upset. The music started, she was coming in. Oh fuck, he might have laughed. He hoped it was in his head or that no one heard it.
He wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taylor Swift, but in this moment, he wished she could just speak now.
@Christian McCoy

This was supposed to be the best day of her life. Yet, it left a lot to desire. There was that virus going around, scaring half the people that had RSVPED into staying home (at least some had the decency to send gifts via mail). There was Will's stupid friend, adding herself to the guest list, even though she had been forgotten from the faire-part list on purpose. There was that new pimple that had decided to make itself at home on Christian's forehead during the night. Oh, and there were her period, coming early. I heard that porn stars put makeup sponges down there during scenes, you could do that. Christian's whore sister, Chastity, had suggested while applying the bride's makeup (the person that they had hired, despite a very feminine name, had turned out... not so. Since Christian didn't want to look like a drag queen, touched by any other man than her husband or father, especially not a gay, they'd fired them on sight, adding to the stress of the day). Virgins bleed. It's like it should be. You should be happy, really. Send Mr McCoy the sheets to prove he made a good investment. Christmas, the youngest, was probably the most like her sister. She was very much goal orientated, and knew what she wanted. Right now, she very much wanted a McCoy boy of her own, after seeing the genetics they were working with.

After what seemed like two decades, Christian was ready. All dressed in white, and her pimple hidden under twenty five layers of foundation, concealer, and topped with a veil. She looked just like she'd imagined she would, angelic, pure, almost blinding.

In a hurry, because they had taken their sweet time getting that intruder on her forehead under control, Christian took her father's arm, ready to be given to another man. Out there, the music was starting and even though she knew this was god's plan, the bride couldn't help but feel a little shaky.

Will could still say no.

Noah could flash her boobs in front of the whole congregation.

Things always seemed to go wrong so close to the finish line, after all.

I’ve never been an about to be married guy. I also think I have close to 0% chance to ever be. I’m still pretty sure what Will is thinking about isn’t usually close to what men should be thinking about. I don’t know, maybe the beautiful life they have planned with their lovely bride. What happen when your bride is christian? (I know, elle est pas chrétienne but lol, Will connait pas différence? nahh) Not just religious but I mean her. The blond devil making your shit you pants? It was also maybe exciting. I still don’t know if fear turns this guy on, we’ll see when he see the blood. Miam.
He's surely not the first and not the last person not picking their husband/wife. So the “What The Fuck” he’s been singing to the sound of the nuptial song while she’s walking towards him aren’t a first. He doesn’t believe this. But also… Are these boobs or pancake? Oh fuck, munchies? Can he blame those right now? He was the only one to blame for this situation. He can still say no. You should say no Will.
She was in front of him now. And now, he understood the men crying when their wife to be gets so close. They wanna run but their dad is standing close to the exit door, like mister McCoy. He knows William wants to escape. (so does Noah’s boobs from her shirt please)
Not listening to the pastor much not gonna lie. It's easier that way. Eventually, Christian’s eyes got bigger than his blue balls. He knew he had to say something. Starting to read vows she literally sent her sister give to him. Oh some men also puke and that’s because of cheesy meaningless vows, right?
Speaking words he didn’t mean, Willy la baleine voulait des pancakes right now. Not Christian’s, but syrupy ones. In Canada, with the real maple shit… Where he could escape if he run fast enough.
@Christian McCoy