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BABETTE
Gerard and I had never been happier in those next few months. We spent almost every waking moment together. Words couldn’t describe how happy I was, how contented I was just being able to call him my fiancé. It was an amazing feel, one I thought I’d never get to have.
Everyday I looked down at my wedding ring and felt a little tingle in my stomach. One of unspeakable joy and excitement. Every single day I rolled out of bed feeling happy, which was something I couldn’t say about myself a long time ago. I couldn’t believe that I had stooped so low that I would hurt myself. But that didn’t matter now because it was the past, ad Gerard was my future. Soon, I would call Gerard my husband and he would call me his wife. And we would belong to one another in a way that nobody could tear apart of break.
Everything was falling into place. I had ordered my dress, which was stunningly beautiful. It was a bright, scarlet red made from velvet taffeta and silk. It had a corset top and a skirt similar to something an eighteenth century can-can dancer might’ve worn, being knee length and very poofy. Gerard still hadn’t seen it. I heard from my mother that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride in the dress before the wedding. And though it frustrated him slightly, he agreed to play along with my little superstitions saying that it was “cute” of me.
We had both agreed to go to England for our honeymoon while the band took a break from touring. I couldn’t wait to walk those chilly, rainy streets hand in hand with the man I loved more than anybody on this earth.
And even the nasty scars on my wrists were starting to diminish. Every day they grew fainter and fainter. Hopefully by the time of the wedding they would be completely gone, or al least gone enough that I wouldn’t have to wear a wrist garnish to cover them.
Gerard was just as excited as I was, if not a little more. He didn’t seem nervous or worried about anything. He most certainly didn’t have cold feet, and neither did I. His exuberance and excitement were contagious. Every time I looked at him I felt a rush of affection and had to fight with myself to tackle him and smother him in kisses. It amazed me how made for each other we were.
“Hey Babes, guess what I read on the internet the other day.” Gerard whispered as we laid together, crammed in his bunk on the tour bus. I had been following and accompanying him and the band through this new tour, with only two weeks to go until we reached New Jersey.
“What did you read?” I asked, snuggling closer to him under the covers.
“I read this old Greek myth that said that way back when, Zeus made people with two heart, four arms and legs and two head. But he thought we were too powerful, so he split everybody in two to weaken us. And after that we were condemned to search for out other half.” Gerard told me. I felt a smile creep across my face as he spoke.
“Well, I don’t think I have to search anymore.” I said. Gerard nodded in agreement. “Only two more weeks until we go to Jersey.” I grinned. Gerard smiled too.
“I know. Two more week and then I can call you my wife.” he said dreamily. I sighed in contentment; I knew exactly the happiness he was feeling.
“Your mom and dad are going to be there. All our friends, Elodie, little Ben…” I said wistfully. I shut my eyes for a moment and envisioned Gerard’s father walking me down the aisle where Gerard waited for me, smiling next to the priest. We would say our vows, which we had each written ourselves. Then the priest would pronounce us man and wife and we could kiss for the first time as a married couple. And then we would dance the night away together to the tunes of our favorite love songs until it was time to go off on our honeymoon.
I felt Gerard kiss my forehead. He must’ve thought I was asleep. Oh well, I was about to doze off anyway.
THE NEXT DAY
“Shit, are you kidding me? No, no. Fine. God she going to be so pissed. Alright. Are you absolutely sure we can’t take a break? Fuck! Fine, fine then! Okay, bye.” I heard Gerard arguing with somebody on the phone the next morning. I poked my head out of the bunk to see it was almost twelve. Gerard was rubbing his temples and pacing, obviously very frustrated by something.
“Gerard, honey what’s wrong? Is everything all right?” I asked, getting up and stretching. Gerard sighed and frowned a little bit.
“No, I have some bad news.” he said sorrowfully. I bit my lip nervously. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too terrible.
“Lay it on me.” I said as nonchalantly as I could. I didn’t him to know I was anxious.
“We aren’t stopping in Jersey. Brian accidentally signed us up for another round of touring in Europe and Japan. We’re going to be gone for at least a year.” he explained to me. I had to wait a moment to process this information before it sunk in.
“You mean…we won’t be getting married in two weeks?” I asked, feeling my lower lip start to tremble terribly as I spoke. Gerard looked just as upset as I felt. He nodded and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
“That’s okay. We can just p-postpone the wedding.” I stammered, feeling the hot and salty tears rise to my eyes. I blinked and felt them begin to stream down my face.
“Oh, Babes, come here. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out.” Gerard said, taking me up in his arms and hugging me comfortingly as I cried into his shoulder.
“But what about our dream wedding?” I asked through my tears, pulling back slightly to look at him. He grimaced and hugged me even closer than before.
“Don’t worry Babes, you’ll get your dream wedding. I promise.” he vowed. I trusted him, I had no choice.
Gerard and I had never been happier in those next few months. We spent almost every waking moment together. Words couldn’t describe how happy I was, how contented I was just being able to call him my fiancé. It was an amazing feel, one I thought I’d never get to have.
Everyday I looked down at my wedding ring and felt a little tingle in my stomach. One of unspeakable joy and excitement. Every single day I rolled out of bed feeling happy, which was something I couldn’t say about myself a long time ago. I couldn’t believe that I had stooped so low that I would hurt myself. But that didn’t matter now because it was the past, ad Gerard was my future. Soon, I would call Gerard my husband and he would call me his wife. And we would belong to one another in a way that nobody could tear apart of break.
Everything was falling into place. I had ordered my dress, which was stunningly beautiful. It was a bright, scarlet red made from velvet taffeta and silk. It had a corset top and a skirt similar to something an eighteenth century can-can dancer might’ve worn, being knee length and very poofy. Gerard still hadn’t seen it. I heard from my mother that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride in the dress before the wedding. And though it frustrated him slightly, he agreed to play along with my little superstitions saying that it was “cute” of me.
We had both agreed to go to England for our honeymoon while the band took a break from touring. I couldn’t wait to walk those chilly, rainy streets hand in hand with the man I loved more than anybody on this earth.
And even the nasty scars on my wrists were starting to diminish. Every day they grew fainter and fainter. Hopefully by the time of the wedding they would be completely gone, or al least gone enough that I wouldn’t have to wear a wrist garnish to cover them.
Gerard was just as excited as I was, if not a little more. He didn’t seem nervous or worried about anything. He most certainly didn’t have cold feet, and neither did I. His exuberance and excitement were contagious. Every time I looked at him I felt a rush of affection and had to fight with myself to tackle him and smother him in kisses. It amazed me how made for each other we were.
“Hey Babes, guess what I read on the internet the other day.” Gerard whispered as we laid together, crammed in his bunk on the tour bus. I had been following and accompanying him and the band through this new tour, with only two weeks to go until we reached New Jersey.
“What did you read?” I asked, snuggling closer to him under the covers.
“I read this old Greek myth that said that way back when, Zeus made people with two heart, four arms and legs and two head. But he thought we were too powerful, so he split everybody in two to weaken us. And after that we were condemned to search for out other half.” Gerard told me. I felt a smile creep across my face as he spoke.
“Well, I don’t think I have to search anymore.” I said. Gerard nodded in agreement. “Only two more weeks until we go to Jersey.” I grinned. Gerard smiled too.
“I know. Two more week and then I can call you my wife.” he said dreamily. I sighed in contentment; I knew exactly the happiness he was feeling.
“Your mom and dad are going to be there. All our friends, Elodie, little Ben…” I said wistfully. I shut my eyes for a moment and envisioned Gerard’s father walking me down the aisle where Gerard waited for me, smiling next to the priest. We would say our vows, which we had each written ourselves. Then the priest would pronounce us man and wife and we could kiss for the first time as a married couple. And then we would dance the night away together to the tunes of our favorite love songs until it was time to go off on our honeymoon.
I felt Gerard kiss my forehead. He must’ve thought I was asleep. Oh well, I was about to doze off anyway.
THE NEXT DAY
“Shit, are you kidding me? No, no. Fine. God she going to be so pissed. Alright. Are you absolutely sure we can’t take a break? Fuck! Fine, fine then! Okay, bye.” I heard Gerard arguing with somebody on the phone the next morning. I poked my head out of the bunk to see it was almost twelve. Gerard was rubbing his temples and pacing, obviously very frustrated by something.
“Gerard, honey what’s wrong? Is everything all right?” I asked, getting up and stretching. Gerard sighed and frowned a little bit.
“No, I have some bad news.” he said sorrowfully. I bit my lip nervously. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too terrible.
“Lay it on me.” I said as nonchalantly as I could. I didn’t him to know I was anxious.
“We aren’t stopping in Jersey. Brian accidentally signed us up for another round of touring in Europe and Japan. We’re going to be gone for at least a year.” he explained to me. I had to wait a moment to process this information before it sunk in.
“You mean…we won’t be getting married in two weeks?” I asked, feeling my lower lip start to tremble terribly as I spoke. Gerard looked just as upset as I felt. He nodded and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
“That’s okay. We can just p-postpone the wedding.” I stammered, feeling the hot and salty tears rise to my eyes. I blinked and felt them begin to stream down my face.
“Oh, Babes, come here. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out.” Gerard said, taking me up in his arms and hugging me comfortingly as I cried into his shoulder.
“But what about our dream wedding?” I asked through my tears, pulling back slightly to look at him. He grimaced and hugged me even closer than before.
“Don’t worry Babes, you’ll get your dream wedding. I promise.” he vowed. I trusted him, I had no choice.
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