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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2010 17:34:19 GMT -5
Ryan watched for what seemed the umpteenth time as his bride began her stroll down the aisle. He had had this dream enough times to not feel surprised, yet every time she began her walk, he knew unconditionally, no matter who this woman was, he loved her.
As she made her way over to him, just as always, he could barely see the silhouette of her face through the thick veil. He had no idea what she looked like.
Once she reached him, her gloved hand reached out to touch his own, squeezing it reassuringly. He looked her over again. Not once inch of her skin was uncovered, leaving her looking like a faceless angel. His faceless angel.
The ceremony always went by quickly, with them swapping simple "I do"'s .
When it finally came time for him to kiss her, she would whirl to him and throw her arms around his neck.
"Who are you?" he whispered, embracing her tightly.
"Don't worry Ryan," she said lovingly, nuzzling closer to him. "I just haven't met you yet."
Then he'd wake up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2010 9:08:54 GMT -5
“Ryan!” Clara cried, running up and wrapping her arms around him.
“Clara!” He smiled at his friend.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re back! I have to talk to you about something.”
“And it had to wait till after I got back from touring? I mean, it’s not as if we didn’t talk nearly every night.”
“Well…” She smiled coyly at him, wrapping her blonde hair around her finger. “It’s something I needed to tell you in person.”
“Oh really?” He could feel a pinch in his chest. He was certain he had fallen in love with her over the tour, his affections growing with each late night phone conversation. “I have something to say to you too.”
“Okay!” Clara hopped up and down excitedly. “C’mon!” She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch. “Can I go first?! Pleeeese, can I go first?!”
“With how excited you are, I think you may hurt me if I don’t let you.”
She laughed, sounding almost hysterical. “I’m sorry, I’m just so…so HAPPY!” he words flew out like rapid fire.
“Alright, okay,” Ryan laughed along with her. “What is it?”
With a squeal she thrust her hand in front of his face, showing him the huge rock now donning her ring finger. “I’m getting MARRIED!!!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2010 18:58:16 GMT -5
“Married?” He asked, his throat suddenly dry.
“Mmm-hmm.” Clara held her hand back to admire her ring. “And I want you,” she jabbed her finger into Ryan’s chest. “To be my Mister of Honor.”
“Your…MISTER of honor?”
“Yep!” She beamed. “We can’t very well call you a maid, now can we?”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re my best friend silly!” she hugged him hard. “Anyway, I have to go. I told Landon I’d meet him at two.”
“Who’s Landon?” He felt like his entire life was speeding out of control.
“My fiancé, silly!” she called him again.
“Wait…Landon as in…Landon Quinn?”
“Yep,” Ryan swore his heart was breaking even more as he saw her staring down at her diamond again.
“As in from the richest family in the county?”
“Geez Ryan, I didn’t think you’d been gone that long. YES, as in the rich Quinn’s.” She rolled her eyes. “Like I said, I have to go, but we have fittings tomorrow, over at my parents house.”
“Already?” He questioned astounded.
“My gosh Ryan! How many questions are you going to ask?! Of course already, it’s only a month away!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2010 13:53:26 GMT -5
“So glad you’re here.” Clara called as Ryan approached her house.
Ryan stared at her, shocked. “What is THAT?” he asked, referring to her dress.
“My wedding gown!” it was short, to say the least, a strapless dress that stopped just above the knee with a bit of beading in the front, and train coming off the back, down to her ankles. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s not done yet,” Ryan sighed in relief, so glad she wouldn’t be a scantly clad bride. “Annette still needs to shorten the hem.”
Hope was dashed.
“Anyway, lemme introduce you two.” She turned and bounced into the foyer in her 5 inch heels. “Ryan, this is Annette.”
He looked down and saw a girl squatted on the floor stitching away at another man’s pant leg. He fully expected her to be every ounce as glamorous as the rest of Clara’s friends, but instead saw her plain brown hair pulled back to the nape of her neck, looking almost like a teacher’s strict style. She had no extraordinary features, save her deep brown doe eyes that hid behind her glasses. She gave him a tight lipped smile before returning to her work.
As Clara would have put it, she was, in a word, drab.
“Your suits on the table,” Clara told him. “Annette will take care of it, but I have to go,” She said as she kicked off her shoes and snatched another outfit. “Landon’s taking me dancing. Isn’t he just the most romantic thing?” She practically sang his name, and Ryan could have sworn he’d be sick when he saw her gazing lovingly down at that ginormous rock of a ring again. “Ta!” she called out as she dashed away with the other man Annette had been helping.
“Just go try on the suit,” Annette ordered as she gathered her supplies.
“Yes ma’am.” He said and did as he was told. He came out a minuet later, in a suit that seemed at least three sizes too big.
“Aw crap.” She muttered. “This is going to take forever!”
“How long would you say?”
“At least two weeks! Clara’s going to flip out!”She threw her kit down in dismay.
Ryan was confused. It didn’t seem all that big of a deal, and it had never taken that long for a suit of his to be tailored. Besides, Clara was the type to want everything absolutely perfect, so shouldn’t she have the best seamstress this side of Ireland?
She sighed. “Here, get on the chair, and I’ll see what I can do.” After a few minuets of silence, and Annette pinning like mad she spoke softly. “I know that look.”
Ryan face drained of color. “What look?”
She kept her eyes down at her work. “I’ve known Clara long enough to know what a guy looks like when he’s fallen for her.”
“Oh gosh!” He threw his face into his palm. “How long has she been working on this wedding?!”
“I’m not just her seamstress.” She snapped. “I happen to have known her just about my entire life. I’m just helping out.”
“That’s odd…” He murmured. “Why haven’t I seen you before?”
“Because jocks, cheerleaders, and bookworms don’t make for famous trios.” She said matter-of-factly. “Clara and I were never together in school, but we were neighbors throughout childhood. We would hang out almost every afternoon. That is, every afternoon she wasn’t on a date with you.”
“Ah.” Was all he said. Her tone sounded hurt, and he could imagine why. “So…do you think I have any chance of winning her back?”
“Well, if you were still an accountant--”
“Wait…how do you know about that?”
“I already told you, I’ve been friends with Clara for years, she could write your biography if she wanted. Anyways, if you were still an accountant, heck no. You may be cute,” She blushed bright red at her own comment. “But you ain’t that cute. But now that you’re some sort of ‘international singing star’,” her words dripped sarcasm. “…I dunno lover boy. You might have a chance.” ---
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2010 8:37:14 GMT -5
Ryan jogged on with his daily run. A few days had passed since the news of Clara’s wedding, and he was till trying to figure out a way to woo her back to him when his cell phone peeled out from his pocket.
“Hello?” he answered, barely slowing his pace.
“Is this…uh, Ryan Kelly?” came an unsure woman’s voice from over the line.
“Yes. Who is this?” Ryan asked, not recognizing the voice.
“Oh good!” she said. “Clara gave me this number and…well, you know how good she is with numbers.” She laughed.
“Annette?”
“Well, who did you think it was, Phil Coulter?” He could practically hear her eye roll.
“Uh…well…never mind.” He decided not to push his luck.
“Look, I finished the jacket last night, and I need you to come over so you can try it on. Can you get over here soon?”
“Oh. Sure, I’ll be there in a few minuets.” He assured her.
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“Okay…” Annette muttered, walking around Ryan in circles. “Looks good from this angle…” she said from behind him, with Ryan snickering. She moved in front of him, glaring through her bright red blush. “You’re ego is overwhelming.” She joked.
“Aw, c’mon,” Ryan said with an impish grin. “You brought that upon yourself.”
“Yes, well,” Annette had a small smile of her own. “You’re the one who said it.” Their conversation was cut short by Annette’s pealing ringtone. She pulled it from her pocket to glance at the screen. “It’s Clara,” she informed him. “Hel—ag!” she pulled the phone away from her ear. Even from across the room, Ryan could hear Clara’s screaming voice.
“It’s okay! Just calm down Clara, just breathe--” Annette cringed as Clara screeched again. “I said breathe Clara, not scream.” She sighed. “Ryan’s here too, let me out you on speaker phone.
“Ryyyyyyyyan!!!” Clara drew out his name, blubbering the entire time. “The—they, everyone--” She cut off in sobs.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Ryan cooed. “Did Landon do something?” Annette promptly smacked his arm.
“No fighting dirty,” she mouthed to him.
“No!” Clara gasped. “He’s fine! B-but the dresses!”
“What about them?”
“I have to pick them up today, but I’m stuck in Derry! Can you two go get them? Please, I need you!”
“Of course we will.” Ryan agreed immediately.
“Oh! I knew you’d help! You’re the best Mister of Honor EVER!” Without do much as a goodbye, she ended the call.
Annette hung up the phone, looking down at Ryan with a disdainful glance. “What?” he asked.
“She has got you wrapped around her little finger.” She shook her head. “Come on Prince Charming. We have dresses to pickup.”
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Okay, those were all the updates I had stored up, the next one may take some time.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2010 22:52:16 GMT -5
“My gosh, she wasn’t kidding when she said it was raining!” Ryan yelled. “It’s practically a wall of water!”
“Well, this looks like fun.” She smirked evilly flinging the door open. “C’mon!” she yelled as Ryan got out. “A little rain never hurt anyone!” with that, she snatched his hand to slosh through the pooling water.
Ryan stopped halfway through their decent. “Why did we agree to this again?”
Annette turned, chuckling at the pairs drowned rat appearance. “YOU agreed because you’re the ‘best Mister of Honor ever’ Prince Charming.”
“Enough with the pet names,” He cracked a grin. “I’ll only let you use them on me if I have one for you.”
Just as she began to say something, a huge drop pelted down on her glasses, spattering across the glass. “How about dork because of these ridiculous things?” She tugged them off the wipe them dry. “Whadd’ya think of that?” she glanced up.
It was in that moment that Ryan saw how beautiful her eyes were. Deep brown, dark as mahogany, and deep with understanding, almost looking as if they sparked even in the dark storm.
“They’re awful, I know,” she stuck them back on her nose, once more concealing the dark orbs.
“Uh…well, I think dork’s a wee harsh.”
“I’ve handled worse,” She still smiled on as they reached the store. “Just wait till you see the bridesmaid dresses, and your bowtie.”
“Not a bowtie…anything but a bowtie.” He looked away, as if horrified by the thought.
“Uh-huh.” She had an almost sadistic yet sarcastic smile. “It matches the bridesmaid dresses.”
“Please tell me the dresses are black.” He pleaded.
“Nope!” Annette laughed. “I feel sorry for you princy-poo. Clara insisted on pink.”
“No!” This he was horrified at.
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Back in the sanctity of Annette’s apartment, Ryan now donned in his newly finished jacket, dress shirt, and had the bowtie draped across his neck.
“Oh yes!” Annette cried! That goes perfectly with your… jeans…” She frowned. “We may have to do something about them.”
“Really? I think they go perfectly.” He chuckled. “No, I think I can just go with my dress pants that I have at home. I can be out of your hair.”
“No!” Even Annette jumped at her own abruptness. “I mean…no. Clara would be…up…upset if you didn’t have just what she ordered for you. Besides, you’re my last project, I can’t leave your outfit unfinished. And we can…discuss how you can try and get Clara back. You don’t have much time after all.”
Ryan weighed his options. “I guess you’re right,” He flopped on the couch. “So, any ideas?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2010 16:31:02 GMT -5
There she was again, dressed in long white linens, flowing back like wings. This time Ryan knew who it had to be.
The closer she got, the more he could feel his emotions swell up inside him, the more he knew he loved this woman, the more he wanted to hold her.
She got to him, face still covered by her veil as she said, “I do.”
Before she could throw her arms around him and whisper her fortune-cookie-esque line, he pulled back her veil, expecting to see his blissful blonde love.
“Annette.” He meant to scream it, shocked by her being there. Instead it came out as a lovers comment, murmuring his new brides name.
His mind screamed against his movements as he put his arms around Annette, pulling her closer. ‘No!’ he yelled in his head. ‘Don’t do it!’ but try as he may, he couldn’t control himself as the twos faces came only an inch apart.
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“No!” Ryan woke with a start. He put his head into his hand, thankful it had only been a dream. But why about Annette?
He glanced up and saw said girl conked out at her sewing machine from his spot on the couch. She had fallen asleep working.
It became obvious then. He was just spending far too much time with Annette, and not enough with Clara. Now, more than ever, he needed to tell Clara exactly how he felt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2010 20:15:25 GMT -5
“What am I going to do?” Ryan asked Annette as she sat.
“Well,” she fiddled with the mug in front of her. “We all know how much Clara likes big and loud.”
“I’ll shout it from the roof then!” he shoved his own drink away angrily.
“I know lover boy.” She placed a hand on his shoulder with a sad look. “I think I have a plan.”
“You do?” Ryan seemed as excited as a little kid at Christmas.
She gave a slight smile at his enthusiasm, but her demeanor was still melancholy. “You have to say a speech at the rehearsal dinner, right?” she continued, now unraveling the hem of her sweater.
“Yes.” He seemed to have been struck with the same idea.
“Say it then Mister of Honor. How could she refuse?” her face was still down, all her concentration trying to keep herself from crying, but more importantly, to keep him from seeing.
It didn’t take much for her to keep her mood concealed; Ryan was far too happy to take notice. “You’re right!” He hopped up and kissed her on the cheek. “That’s tonight! Oh Annette, you’re a genius!”
“I know,” She fought to keep her sarcastic attitude.
“You’ll be my Best Man.” He promised before running from the room.
“Always the best man,” She chucked in spite of herself as her tears finally fell. “Never the bride.” She sobbed.
Her heart was broken.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2010 22:51:03 GMT -5
So, peri38 convinced me to continue. ;D And how could I ever refuse her? A few more updates left my peeps!
“You ready for that speech?” Annette asked, pain hidden with a false smile.
“I think so,” he attempted to straighten the bowtie as Annette laughed at his failure.
“Here,” she said, coming over in front of him. “Let me.”
As she worked, Ryan could once again see her deep brown orbs that had captivated him so. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought, and filled his mind with thoughts of Clara’s baby blues.
When she finished, he leaned against the wall with a sigh. The couple had scurried off to a secluded hallway so Ryan would be prepared when he declared his feeling toward Clara. “You really think this will work?”
“I already told you princy-poo, she won’t be able to turn you down. She still kept her face turned away.
“Well then,” He stood. “I guess this is it,” He began to march away.
“Ryan, wait.”
Ryan turned and chucked. “That’s the first time you’ve ever used me name. This must be serious.”
“Ryan, you…” she took a deep breath, closing her eyes to form the right words.
“What is it?” He approached her with caution.
“You can’t marry Clara!” she burst suddenly.
“What?” He came closer, a confused look on his face.
“You two…you’re just not right for each other!” The words flew from her mouth. “You can’t do this!”
His mouth fell open with shock. “Why are you telling me this now?!”
“Because friends tell friends the truth!” Annette had tears forming in her eyes as she reached out to touch his arm.
He pulled back angrily. “No, the truth is--”
“The truth is that I love you!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2010 23:51:31 GMT -5
“You what?” He asked, jaw slack.
“I love you!” Annette sobbed. “If you go out there and tell Clara you love her, you’ll regret it the rest of your life. I know you will! Ryan, please…” The once strond Annette seemed so pitiful and fragile now.
“Annette, you don’t…you can’t…”
“Yes I do,” She was broken. “Please, just don’t! Please!”
“Annette…”
“Ryan!” Clara came into the hall, placing her hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “We’re all waiting,” She tapped her foot impatiently.
Ryan looked back to say something, ANYTHING to Annette.
She was gone.
He turned to Clara. “I’m coming,” he reassured her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2010 11:27:55 GMT -5
Ta DA!!! An update! Only one or two more after this!!
“And now, the mister of honor,” Clara winked at Ryan. “Would like to say a few words.” A few people cheered as he walked to the middle of the front table.
“I grew up with Clara,” He began. “We were always…” He scanned the crowd, pausing as he did so.
Annette was gone.
“And I wanted to say…”
Why was he so concerned about Annette? She was his friend, yes, but he loved Clara! Annette must be confused, that’s all.
And yet, the more he tried to convince himself, the more and more he wished Annette was standing beside him.
“I had wanted to say…” he repeated before clearing his throat.
His mind whirled, and looked down at Clara for reassurance, bur she wasn’t looking at him. She had her head snuggled into her finance’s chest as he stroked her hair. Ryan waited for jealousy to fill him at the thought of another man touching her….but the only jealousy he felt was that he didn’t have someone to hold like that.
He didn’t love Clara.
Ryan loved Annette.
“…all I have to say,” He said, one last time. “Is that I wish Clara and Landon all the luck in the world. They deserve each other.” With that, he dropped the microphone and sprinted away from the table. He was on a mission.
A mission to find the girl he loved.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2010 20:02:52 GMT -5
YIPE! I posted the whole story on accident! Oh well, it's fixed now!!!
Angry Annette and regretful Ryan courtesy of CL91
Ryan sprinted out onto the balcony, his head scanning everywhere in the duration of a second.
“Did it work?” He heard a dejected voice from behind him.
He whirled. “Annette?” He didn’t see her.
“Down here.” Ryan glanced down.
“Annette…” He saw her curled up behind one of the potted plants.
“Did it work?” She repeated, removing her glasses to wipe her tears away.
He crouched down next to her. “Well…”
“Well what?” her voice was harsh.
“Well…no.”
She shook her head. “I’m shocked.” Sarcasm dripped from each word. “Look, it’s not too late,” She poked her head out enough to peek into the crowded room. “She gets jealous easy. Just go ask the prettiest girl to dance.”
“I would but,” He chuckled, shocked by her own obliviousness, just as he had once been. “She doesn’t seem like she’s in much of a dancing mood.”
“And why is that.” Annette was looking away from him, more like looking at everything BUT him.
“For one,” He reached out and wiped the single tear that slid down her cheek. “She’s crying.”
Annette seemed lost in his eyes, as she grew closer and closer, Ryan closed his eyes, about to kiss the woman of his dreams…
SLAP!
Ryan shot back. “Wha—what?!
“How dare you?!” She screeched. “How dare you play with me like that?!” Her eyes seemed ablaze. “I’m not just someone to rebound off of, you can’t just ta--”
Ryan closed the distance between them, quieting her with a kiss to the lips. She melted into his embrace, but a second later shoved him away. “Get away from me!” Annette yelled. “You can’t expect me to fall effortlessly into your arms! I heard you not twenty minutes ago going on and ON about how much you loved Clara! How on earth can I expect you to have a change of heart in the last few minutes?!”
“But it hasn’t been the last few,” He approached her again, though this time, her arms were wrapped tightly around her self, guarding her. “You’ve been changing me,” He lifted her chin so she would look into his eyes. “Everyday since I met you.”
Her frown still marred her face. “Do you mean that?”
“I have never meant anything more.”
And for once, Ryan had an uninterrupted kiss.
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Post by peri38 on Nov 15, 2010 22:58:33 GMT -5
***Laughs happily**** I love it so much!!! No...this can't be the end yet!!!! NO NO NO....****starts to chant** WEDDING...WEDDING...WEDDING...WEDDING. ***sits and waits for wedding scene***
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Post by celticbear on Nov 15, 2010 23:54:18 GMT -5
Furbs! you can NOT end it here! either update or write one Heck of an CT Epilogue! Grabs Pitchfork and sits on her Keith Rock waiting to see what Furbs does!
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Post by angelenia100 on Jan 3, 2011 17:10:58 GMT -5
you cannot end it there.
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