Grace came down the isle, slowly I could see the tears on her cheeks, as she looked on John's huge smile, tear filled eyes and shaking hands. I place my hand on his shoulder and look over at Melanie, as she stares at Grace, with a huge smile on her face. I could tell she was happy for her, and I could aso tell that she was a bit nervous. Why was she nervous? She rubed her hands up and dow her arms, and stood with her legs close together.
They said "I do." Kissed, and now we're driving our way to the reception at a bar, at the beach, they would leave for their honeymoon in Hawaii tonight, and would be gone for a week. I followed the limo, that John and Grace were in, with Melanie in the passenger seat, and John's two cousins, Sarah, and Clark in the back.
The ride was pretty quiet, besides Sarah, and Clark talking softly to eachother, about how happy they are for John, and Melanie watched the road as we drove. I could tapped m fingers on the steering wheel as I wait for the light to turn green.
At the reception, where Grace's mom had set the entire place up, Grace and John had theiir own table in the front of the room, facing all of the other tables. I was at the table a little off to the side of them, with Melanie, Grace's sister Joan, John's brother Wyatt, and Sarah and Clark. I may or may not have asked Grace's mother to switch her seat to be next to mine.
I smiled as children danced on the dance floor, and ran around, failing their arms. "Do you want a drink?" Melanie asked me, takiong me out of the awkward silence at the table. I smiled, and stood up, "I'll get us some drinks, remember, you're my date and I don't want you to be getting me anything." Her face turned pink, and I walked to the bar.
I wasn't old enough to get any alcohol, so got us some Soda. I brought it back to the table, but dropped one of the drinks on the floor. Another one of John's friends, that used to go to school with us, Damen, was in my seat, talking with Melanie. She was laughing, and twirling her hair in her fingers. Did she like this guy? She never twirled her hair around me.
I hand her her drink, "I'm gonna go check up with the bride and groom, you okay?" I look from her, to Damen. "Yes, thank you!" She said, smiling."
I knew John could tell I was irritated, just fro the way he shook his head and laughed as I approached his table. "Can I stral the groom for a minute?" Grace smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "I guess this will be the last time for a week for you two to really talk so, of course!" John walked next to me, to the front doors, and onto the sand outside.
"I am not sure I like this situation." John said, smiling. I nodded. "I know right." We looked in at them, and I turned my head as I saw her kiss his cheek, as they began to dance. "Must be a slow song..." John muttered, looking from me to the Table where Grace sat. "Go ahead, man. It's your reception. Go have your first dance." He patted my shoulder, and walked through the doors. "Should I trip Damen?" I laugh lightly, and think about it for a second, until I notice how much fun Melanie is having. "No."
I watched John walk up to Grace, and hold out his hand and her take it. I smiled as they walked to the middle of the dance floor, and started to slowly dance, I took a picture of them as they smiled into eachothers eyes, and sent it to John's phone, and also to my Mom. Nina's phone. "Stop being so cute." I wrote.
I didn't go back in, until I saw John waving me in, to gather around with all of the single men, to catch that thing that the bride wears around her thigh, and to be honest I didn't even want to know what It was called. "ONE....TWO...THREE!" I shook my head as all of the guys reached up high for it, jumping, I raised my hand to pretend that I wanted to catch it.
I was too busy thinking about Damen and Melanie to notice why everyone was staring at me. "What?" I asked confused, and then felt somehting silky in my hand. I caught it, well, I'll be damned. "Go Issac!" Yelled John, I forced a laugh, because I knew what happened when I cought this, I would have to pull this thing onto another girl's thigh.
Grace threw her boquet into the air, with a big smile on her face, and giggling. Melanie jumped up, smiling, and reaching her hand up, and caught it, which made me blush. "Can the two who caught the items go to the center of the floor, and everyone else, give them some room.
By the time I got to the center, Melanie was sitting in the chair, and pressing her lips together nervously. "Hey." She said, looking up at me, I only nodded. The lights got low, and I knelt down on my knees, as a spotlight was put on us, she lifted her leg, and I started to hear people cheering.
Melanie looked extremely uncomfortable, so I wanted to get it over with quickly. I slid off her shoe, and up her calf slowly, and then I could hear the guys in the room yelling loudly. "Woooo!!!!" I pushed it past her knee, and up a little higher, up to her thigh.
The lights turned on, and she stood, smiling, and bowed. I smiled down at her, but she didn't notice, she was looking into the crowd. This was not a good sign, I can't ask her now, it's a bad idea, and as much as I want to, It's not the time nor the place. I would wait until we drove home.
Everyone gathered to get cake, and I was the third person, so I sat down at the table, and Mel, soon came to the table too, sighing. "You okay?" She nodded. "Just tired, I suppose." I smile slightly, watching her pick her fork at her piece of cake. "Well, would you like to go home?" She looked over at me, her eyes sparkling, and her curls b oucing as she turned her head, and I could feel the question popping out of my mouth, and then she spoke.
"Damen invited me to his house."
I honestly don;t think any words have hurrt so bad, ever.