That Damn Cookie Ch 2
"I can't believe you actually talked me into marrying you," Anthony muttered as he and Ian stood in the tuxedo rental store. "And why are we even planning a wedding? Why can't we just go to the courthouse right now and get this over with there?"
Ian turned towards him angrily, whipping around with the tuxedo in hand.
"Because if I'm gonna get married I wanna have a real wedding," Ian huffed.
"We're only getting married for a day! Come on, dude. It's a huge waste of money for a fake wedding if you ask me."
Ian eyed him suspiciously. "You're not going to keep up that bad attitude the whole time are you?"
Anthony rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I just wanna get this over with already," he mumbled, slumping further in his seat.
Then Ian grew serious. He sat down next to him and put down the tux.
"You already said we weren't going to stay married for more than a day. So why can't you have a little fun with it?" Ian asked a little sad.
"Because I'm not gay and now everyone's gonna think I am," Anthony muttered back.
"Well, I'm not gay either!" Ian said.
"Are you sure? You're getting pretty excited about a sham wedding."
"Maybe you're right, I mean about the wedding. Not about me being gay," Ian sighed. "The cookie didn't say we had to have a wedding. Just that we got married."
Anthony looked over and saw Ian with his head lowered. He wasn't his perky chipper self anymore. He was just... sad.
Anthony knew he would regret the words as soon as they left his mouth.
"Alright, we can have a wedding."
Suddenly the bright and chipper Ian was back and he pounced on Anthony, almost knocking him over.
"You're the best!" He gleamed as Anthony tried prying him off.
The sales associate just stared at them and shook his head, muttering something about finally seeing it all.
~
The day of the wedding was the most nerve-wracking day of Anthony's life. They weren't able to book a church, or do much of anything within the limited time frame they had so they were having the wedding at the park. Ian had insisted the sooner the better, claiming to feel some kind of weird negative energy grow stronger as each day they weren't married passed.
Of course Anthony thought it was a complete load of BS but for some odd reason decided to humor him and go along with the whole ridiculous ordeal despite his adamant protests from before.
"Oh, Ian," his mother sighed as she fixed his silky blue tie. "You're such a handsome young man."
"Yeah, okay mom!" Ian spat back. "Quit embarrassing me!"
His father let out a dry bitter laugh from behind her.
"My son's getting married to another man and that's what's embarrassing you?"
"Hush dear!" Ian's mother scolded her husband.
"You're lucky this fake wedding's just for one of your videos or whatever. If it were real I'd disown you," he muttered.
"Yeah," Ian laughed nervously, "it's totally fake alright...heh. Uh, will you excuse me?"
Ian ran off to find Anthony standing near the swan ice sculpture on the folding table.
"Ugh, why did we even get..."
"Anthony!" Ian ran up and grabbed him by the shoulder, surprising him. "Are you almost ready? My parents are getting antsy!" Ian looked back at them and saw them arguing from afar.
"Your par- Dude! Why the hell did you bring your parents to your fake wedding?!"
"Well, because...I-I wanted them to be here, even if it was a sham wedding..."
"That's so stupid though!" Anthony argued back. "It's a fucking fraud wedding being held for the stupidest reason in existence! I don't know why you even want to do this whole thing when we're not even gay and it doesn't mean anything to either of us! I don't even love you!" Anthony bit his lip at the last two words but they had already slipped, harshly giving Ian a reality slap on the face.
Ian's face went from stunned to sad to angry then back to sad.
"Ian I-I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean..."
"No, no. you're right," he interrupted. "You're just doing it because of the cookie. I understand."
"Well... Yeah. I thought you were too," Anthony said.
Ian was quiet for a moment then Anthony saw him smile. "Yeah, of course I'm doing it for the cookie too! I'm not gay!" Ian laughed and shoved him playfully, walking away and suddenly leaving Anthony standing there feeling extremely confused.
"Hurry up douche or we'll start without you," he called out from the altar.
Time to face the wedding bells.
Ian turned towards him angrily, whipping around with the tuxedo in hand.
"Because if I'm gonna get married I wanna have a real wedding," Ian huffed.
"We're only getting married for a day! Come on, dude. It's a huge waste of money for a fake wedding if you ask me."
Ian eyed him suspiciously. "You're not going to keep up that bad attitude the whole time are you?"
Anthony rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I just wanna get this over with already," he mumbled, slumping further in his seat.
Then Ian grew serious. He sat down next to him and put down the tux.
"You already said we weren't going to stay married for more than a day. So why can't you have a little fun with it?" Ian asked a little sad.
"Because I'm not gay and now everyone's gonna think I am," Anthony muttered back.
"Well, I'm not gay either!" Ian said.
"Are you sure? You're getting pretty excited about a sham wedding."
"Maybe you're right, I mean about the wedding. Not about me being gay," Ian sighed. "The cookie didn't say we had to have a wedding. Just that we got married."
Anthony looked over and saw Ian with his head lowered. He wasn't his perky chipper self anymore. He was just... sad.
Anthony knew he would regret the words as soon as they left his mouth.
"Alright, we can have a wedding."
Suddenly the bright and chipper Ian was back and he pounced on Anthony, almost knocking him over.
"You're the best!" He gleamed as Anthony tried prying him off.
The sales associate just stared at them and shook his head, muttering something about finally seeing it all.
~
The day of the wedding was the most nerve-wracking day of Anthony's life. They weren't able to book a church, or do much of anything within the limited time frame they had so they were having the wedding at the park. Ian had insisted the sooner the better, claiming to feel some kind of weird negative energy grow stronger as each day they weren't married passed.
Of course Anthony thought it was a complete load of BS but for some odd reason decided to humor him and go along with the whole ridiculous ordeal despite his adamant protests from before.
"Oh, Ian," his mother sighed as she fixed his silky blue tie. "You're such a handsome young man."
"Yeah, okay mom!" Ian spat back. "Quit embarrassing me!"
His father let out a dry bitter laugh from behind her.
"My son's getting married to another man and that's what's embarrassing you?"
"Hush dear!" Ian's mother scolded her husband.
"You're lucky this fake wedding's just for one of your videos or whatever. If it were real I'd disown you," he muttered.
"Yeah," Ian laughed nervously, "it's totally fake alright...heh. Uh, will you excuse me?"
Ian ran off to find Anthony standing near the swan ice sculpture on the folding table.
"Ugh, why did we even get..."
"Anthony!" Ian ran up and grabbed him by the shoulder, surprising him. "Are you almost ready? My parents are getting antsy!" Ian looked back at them and saw them arguing from afar.
"Your par- Dude! Why the hell did you bring your parents to your fake wedding?!"
"Well, because...I-I wanted them to be here, even if it was a sham wedding..."
"That's so stupid though!" Anthony argued back. "It's a fucking fraud wedding being held for the stupidest reason in existence! I don't know why you even want to do this whole thing when we're not even gay and it doesn't mean anything to either of us! I don't even love you!" Anthony bit his lip at the last two words but they had already slipped, harshly giving Ian a reality slap on the face.
Ian's face went from stunned to sad to angry then back to sad.
"Ian I-I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean..."
"No, no. you're right," he interrupted. "You're just doing it because of the cookie. I understand."
"Well... Yeah. I thought you were too," Anthony said.
Ian was quiet for a moment then Anthony saw him smile. "Yeah, of course I'm doing it for the cookie too! I'm not gay!" Ian laughed and shoved him playfully, walking away and suddenly leaving Anthony standing there feeling extremely confused.
"Hurry up douche or we'll start without you," he called out from the altar.
Time to face the wedding bells.