*one shot*...It Was Easy...
Summary: Bam's POV on his wedding day
Pairing: vam
Disclaimer: not mine, just borrowed, played with, and returned in good shape
Rating: G
A/N: Not my usual subject, but a friend got me reading here, and i think i am hooked...~L~...this was kicking around in my head, and just needed to come out
It Was Easy
This should have been the happiest day of his life. Somehow, he had managed to turn a lifetime of screwing around with his friends into a career, a career that paid off with fame and fortune, no less. He was living out his fantasies - skating, travelling, on TV, on the radio. He had a kick-ass house and kick-ass toys like the lambo and the hummer. He was about to get married to a girl he'd known just about forever - even before he was famous, so he was pretty sure she loved him for him and not for the trappings his life carried. So, yeah, it should have been the happiest day of his life.
He stood up there at the front of the church, squirming in his suit, ignoring the laughter and comments from his friends. He'd have been just as happy in his usual jeans and t-shirt, but his mom and wife - jesus, he was going to have a wife! - insisted on the more traditional clothes. They kept telling him he'd be glad later, when they were older and looking over the pictures that marked the start of their life together. The music began to play, and his bride was walking down the aisle. God, she looked gorgeous. All smiles and shiny hair, floating in that white dress. He couldnt help the pang he felt, though. Beautiful as she was, he couldnt help feeling that something was missing.
Green eyes.
It was easy at first, caught up in the rush of proposing, all the celebrations and happy people. Easy to ignore the niggling little voice at the back of his head that was telling him it was wrong. Everyone expected it, and with his brother's wedding and new daughter, he felt like he should be taking the same steps forward with his life. The old crew of friends was drifting apart anyhow, with people leaving to work on their own projects.
It was easy to blame the engagement dinner for the sheer amount of alcohol he consumed after that phone call to Finland. Any man would get plastered with his friends at a celebration like that, right? Its not like the call to tell a certain someone that he was getting married made him feel bad enough that he had to drown the feelings. Or that the single, barely exhaled "Oh" his announcement during that call caused just about brought him to tears. No, he wasnt crying over that. Must have been smoke in his eyes, or maybe just too much (not enough) to drink.
It was easy during the almost non-stop partying in the three months since that call to force thoughts of those green eyes, that deep, accented voice from his mind. After all, there was so much to do. Plans to make, suits to try on, endless questions about food, flowers, colors. There was that one bad patch, when his wife-to-be was really pushing for emerald green in the wedding colors, and he panicked, unable to see anything but *those* eyes in the shade she wanted. He was able to talk her into a deep purple instead, and then went off on a 48-hour bender, telling her he was scouting locations with the guys for an upcoming episode of his TV show. Easy to pretend he was just taking a breather from all the planning activities instead of hiding from the memory of those eyes.
It was easy in the last couple weeks before the big day, as the guests started filtering in from all over. He felt like he had a big smile permanently etched on his face from greeting so many friends, shaking so many hands, accepting so many congratulations. He even managed to smile into those eyes when the Finnish contingent arrived, three days before the wedding. With so many people, it was easy to keep busy, stay drunk, stay away. If anyone noticed his deliberate distancing, they never said a word. Well, almost. Nothing was said aloud, but every now and then, he'd look up from whatever he was doing, and those eyes would be on him. Infinitely sad, but remaining on the peripherals of whatever was going on. Giving him space. Those eyes were killing him, but the more he drank, the easier it was.
It was easy, standing here in the church, watching her walk down the aisle. All he had to do was keep his eyes on her and not look out over the assembled crowd. Not look for those green eyes. She joined him there, before all their friends and family, and together they turned to the priest.
It was easy, her hand in his, anchoring him as prayers were said, and vows begun. This was what everyone expected. This was what his mother wanted, what his bride wanted.
"Dearly Beloved," the priest's voice washed over him, the words making him nauseous, making him hot, making him blame the alcohol he'd drunk while getting dressed, still playing his part with his friends. "We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly - but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
He swore his heart stopped when he heard the closed door to the church swing open. He heard the ripple of voices swelling behind him, and he closed his eyes. It would be so easy to turn around, to see what the commotion was. He heard his bride's gasp, his mother's soft cry of surprise, and he felt his best friend nudge him hard in the side.
He turned, his eyes going straight to the back of the church, to the open doorway and the man standing there. Standing there with tears in those beautiful green eyes. And he felt something inside him break.
Blue eyes met green, and he had no memory later of releasing his bride. No memory of ignoring the people around him, the whispers, the comments as he walked down that aisle. All he saw was green eyes and a slow smile that told him it was all going to be okay.
And it was so easy.
Pairing: vam
Disclaimer: not mine, just borrowed, played with, and returned in good shape
Rating: G
A/N: Not my usual subject, but a friend got me reading here, and i think i am hooked...~L~...this was kicking around in my head, and just needed to come out
It Was Easy
This should have been the happiest day of his life. Somehow, he had managed to turn a lifetime of screwing around with his friends into a career, a career that paid off with fame and fortune, no less. He was living out his fantasies - skating, travelling, on TV, on the radio. He had a kick-ass house and kick-ass toys like the lambo and the hummer. He was about to get married to a girl he'd known just about forever - even before he was famous, so he was pretty sure she loved him for him and not for the trappings his life carried. So, yeah, it should have been the happiest day of his life.
He stood up there at the front of the church, squirming in his suit, ignoring the laughter and comments from his friends. He'd have been just as happy in his usual jeans and t-shirt, but his mom and wife - jesus, he was going to have a wife! - insisted on the more traditional clothes. They kept telling him he'd be glad later, when they were older and looking over the pictures that marked the start of their life together. The music began to play, and his bride was walking down the aisle. God, she looked gorgeous. All smiles and shiny hair, floating in that white dress. He couldnt help the pang he felt, though. Beautiful as she was, he couldnt help feeling that something was missing.
Green eyes.
It was easy at first, caught up in the rush of proposing, all the celebrations and happy people. Easy to ignore the niggling little voice at the back of his head that was telling him it was wrong. Everyone expected it, and with his brother's wedding and new daughter, he felt like he should be taking the same steps forward with his life. The old crew of friends was drifting apart anyhow, with people leaving to work on their own projects.
It was easy to blame the engagement dinner for the sheer amount of alcohol he consumed after that phone call to Finland. Any man would get plastered with his friends at a celebration like that, right? Its not like the call to tell a certain someone that he was getting married made him feel bad enough that he had to drown the feelings. Or that the single, barely exhaled "Oh" his announcement during that call caused just about brought him to tears. No, he wasnt crying over that. Must have been smoke in his eyes, or maybe just too much (not enough) to drink.
It was easy during the almost non-stop partying in the three months since that call to force thoughts of those green eyes, that deep, accented voice from his mind. After all, there was so much to do. Plans to make, suits to try on, endless questions about food, flowers, colors. There was that one bad patch, when his wife-to-be was really pushing for emerald green in the wedding colors, and he panicked, unable to see anything but *those* eyes in the shade she wanted. He was able to talk her into a deep purple instead, and then went off on a 48-hour bender, telling her he was scouting locations with the guys for an upcoming episode of his TV show. Easy to pretend he was just taking a breather from all the planning activities instead of hiding from the memory of those eyes.
It was easy in the last couple weeks before the big day, as the guests started filtering in from all over. He felt like he had a big smile permanently etched on his face from greeting so many friends, shaking so many hands, accepting so many congratulations. He even managed to smile into those eyes when the Finnish contingent arrived, three days before the wedding. With so many people, it was easy to keep busy, stay drunk, stay away. If anyone noticed his deliberate distancing, they never said a word. Well, almost. Nothing was said aloud, but every now and then, he'd look up from whatever he was doing, and those eyes would be on him. Infinitely sad, but remaining on the peripherals of whatever was going on. Giving him space. Those eyes were killing him, but the more he drank, the easier it was.
It was easy, standing here in the church, watching her walk down the aisle. All he had to do was keep his eyes on her and not look out over the assembled crowd. Not look for those green eyes. She joined him there, before all their friends and family, and together they turned to the priest.
It was easy, her hand in his, anchoring him as prayers were said, and vows begun. This was what everyone expected. This was what his mother wanted, what his bride wanted.
"Dearly Beloved," the priest's voice washed over him, the words making him nauseous, making him hot, making him blame the alcohol he'd drunk while getting dressed, still playing his part with his friends. "We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly - but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
He swore his heart stopped when he heard the closed door to the church swing open. He heard the ripple of voices swelling behind him, and he closed his eyes. It would be so easy to turn around, to see what the commotion was. He heard his bride's gasp, his mother's soft cry of surprise, and he felt his best friend nudge him hard in the side.
He turned, his eyes going straight to the back of the church, to the open doorway and the man standing there. Standing there with tears in those beautiful green eyes. And he felt something inside him break.
Blue eyes met green, and he had no memory later of releasing his bride. No memory of ignoring the people around him, the whispers, the comments as he walked down that aisle. All he saw was green eyes and a slow smile that told him it was all going to be okay.
And it was so easy.