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Our "Thing" Part 12
Dear(insert your name).You are cordially invited to witness Raeleen Elizabeth Green & Perry Theodore Kellman's official wedding day. Dress code is red, black or white formal no exceptions. Oh and btw be on the lookout for that meddles Jackson fellow. Yours in the rich and famous....(that's what was written on the invitations. Hope you enjoy -norah) It was finally time for Raeleen to walk down the aisle. Her father Tyson was already there ready to walk her down the aisle when she spotted Ivana and Michael walking in the church. Tyson:Just leave them sweetheart today is your special day. Rae: I can't breath. Tyson:*chuckles* Married life isn't as bad as it seems. So the sick card didn't work on her father. The doors swept open and whatever collective noun of doves flew in before Rae walked in with her dad. Michael and Ivana were leaning against the back wall staring at her. Michael's facial expression was unreadable. Maybe he got mad at being referred to as meddlesome in the invitation. Realizing she was staring at Michael for too long, Rae brought her attention to the altar. Her office 'pals' looked so happy for her. Yayy her you know. Not! Anyways, the music stopped when she made it to the altar. The guests sat down while Michael and Ivana were still leaning against the wall only this time Michael was carrying baby Magenta Sparkle or Norah. Priest:We gather here today to celebrate the love shared between Raeleen Green and Perry Kellman. Michael:*from the back* Yeah right. Perry: Security! Rae:No. Let him stay. Priest: Before the vows are taken if anyone feels these two should not by the grace of God get married, please speak now or forever hold your peace. Heads turned to the back expecting Michael to say something. Ivana:*whispering*Say something. Michael: Like that'll make a difference. I trust her to say I don't on her own. The vows were exchanged shortly after. Not that Rae meant a thing she was saying. Michael wasn't there when they were saying the vows cuz Magenta started crying but he was back for the all important part. Priest:Do you Perry Kellman take Raeleen to be wife through sick- Perry: I do. Michael:*rolls eyes* Priest:And do you Raeleen Green take Perry- Rae scanned the room with her eyes. This was it. All she had to do was say I don't and run off with Michael as planned. Her eyes met her mother's. Carol looked a bit peaky. Duh, she was DYING! She still looked happy nevertheless. Priest: Well? Rae:I do. *thinking* its for my parents. Priest: With the power of God invested in me I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. Michael didnt stick around after that. How could she? They were supposed to even do something together afterwards to celebrate. Maybe she just used him for sex so she would know something by the time she was married.whatever it was he didn't wanna hear it. He was about to leave when he felt something pulling his arm. Rae:Michael,there's an explanation for what just happened- Michael: I don't wanna hear it. You have yourself a nice life in England. He didn't like seeing her crying but she kinda brought it upon herself. He wasn't going to cry over her. Tha wasnt the appropriate reaction from him was it? Late in the night, he was walking aimlessly and found himself at a bar. He slid himself into a stool and buried his face in his hands. ?: Is it that bad? Michael: Dont wanna talk about it. ?: Yo get him a vodka, Pete. The girl he was talking to had blond hair and was cute. Though half drunk. Before drinking the vodka he gave her a look. Michael: Who are you? ?: Blaire. You are... Michael: Michael. He gulped the glass in one swig and made a face. Blaire: the first one is always the worst one. After the third one it's like cherry coke. Michael: In that case I need another one. ~LATER THAT NIGHT~
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