one more chapter left, kids.
Well, days turned into a few weeks, and soon we all saw ourselves at the rehearsal dinner, for Taylor and Pete.
Me and Ryan were ushers, so we were both in the wedding. Patrick was of course the best man.
Me and Ryan sat in the car, on our way to the church for rehearsal.
"So, can't you tell me now? I mean, it's so close." Ryan said.
We were really close now, best friends, for sure.
"Exactly why you can wait a day. It's so close." I said, smirking.
Ryan wiggled in his seat.
"It better be good." he said.
"Oh it is, believe me." I said, looking up. Every bone in my body dreaded tomorrow. I was so afraid.
"It better be." he repeated himself.
"So, we're performing a song at the reception, right?" I asked Ryan. He knew everything.
"We sure are." he said.
"What song?" I asked.
"What song do you think?" he said.
I looked up.
He tapped his foot.
"It's only fitting Brendon, I mean. Taylor was a whore, you know, with you, and...haha, I'm kidding, non the less-" he was going off on one of those Ryan rants.
"Ryan? What song?" I asked again, still confused.
He sighed, and giggled.
"Sins, Bren. We're playing I Write Sins." he said.
"Oh! That's perfectly relevant!" I said, smiling.
"Exactly." he said.
"And everyone will know it!" I added.
"Mhm!" he said, excitedly.
"Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear and exchanging of words." I sung, loudly.
"Weirdo." Ryan sighed.
"Hey, I've got to warm up these pipes." I said, rubbing my throat.
"Not really, you're kind of just a natural." he said.
"Thanks." I said, modestly.
Soon, we pulled in, and went up the stairs to the church hall.
"RYRO! BRENNY BOO!" I heard a girl scream.
Soon, I was attacked by Taylor with a hug, then she moved onto Ryan.
"Hey honey." I said, smiling.
"I'm so glad to see you, even if you live next door, you've both been away so long. How's the new CD coming along?" she asked.
"Amazing." Ryan said, smiling.
"Ry, Bren!" I heard a familiar voice say, and soon I was wrapped in a bear hug by Pete.
"Congrats Pete, you nervous?" I asked.
"Never. I can't wait." he said, smiling.
"Really? I was sweating, and pulling out my own hair when.." I said, glancing at Ryan, and then stopping all together.
Pete nodded his head, and winked.
"So, let's get this show on the road!" Patrick yelled, as everyone took their places.
Soon, the hour or so spent rehearsing was over, and we were all out to eat again.
I was of course seated next to my best friend, Ryan.
"Just tell me Bren." he said, as we walked in to get seated.
I shook my head.
"Nope." I said.
He tugged on my arm, and whined more.
"Pleaasee?" he said.
"Nope, you can wait till tomorrow." I said.
"I can't. It bettter be good." he said.
"I already said it was." I said.
"I know, I just don't want it to be something like 'I like singing.', you know?" he said.
"I like singing, I can say that to you now." I said.
"Your right." he said, nodding his head as we sat down next to one another.
Tomorrows either going to be the best, or worst day of my entire life.