[FIC] It's A Love Story, Baby Just Say Yes. [SMA verse.]
Title; It's A Love Story, Baby Just Say Yes.
Pairing; always-a-girl!Brendon/Mikey
Summary; Brenna had always imagined that when she got married it would be a fairytale affair, with the picturesque church, the ten foot train, and, of course, her very own Prince Charming waiting for her at the end of the aisle. However, over the past twenty-two years she’s learned that nothing ever turns out exactly as you imagine it. The Wedding.
Author's Notes; I took a vote and this was most popular - so here it is. Hope you enjoy =)
Part of the Sing Me Anything verse.
are you having fun? eurgh, haven’t been on holiday since my freakin honeymoon and it doesn’t look like i’m going anywhere soon - thank your almost nephew for that. L xx
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Brenna had always imagined that when she got married it would be a fairytale affair, with the picturesque church, the ten foot train, and, of course, her very own Prince Charming waiting for her at the end of the aisle.
However, over the past twenty-two years she’s learned that nothing ever turns out exactly as you imagine it.
At eighteen she’d has all these preconceived notions about how her life would turn out - and now she’s the very antithesis of that idea. From ruin to rockstar in three easy steps; quit life as you know it, join a band, get sold out tours and screaming teenagers. And yeah, she’s grateful, she really is - this is everything she could ever have dreamed of… except there’s still a little part of her that longs for the simplicity of that domestic life in contrast to the chaos that’s constantly around her, needs the kind of stability she grew up with.
So maybe she needs Mikey more than she lets anyone know.
He’s… he’s every single cliché she’s ever heard about what someone can mean to you, and this is the girl who was raised on fairytales and bad teen romance novels hidden underneath her mattress. He’s the only man who can make her stop and listen, grounds her, makes her want to shine that little brighter, and he takes the time to help her let down every individual guard she’s built up over the years.
She thinks that’s maybe why she didn’t think twice when he said the words ‘Marry me.’
It was… all of two hours ago, three days into their Italian getaway, and right until the moment he proposed she couldn’t have predicted what her answer would have been.
A little faithless part of her brain thinks it was a little contrived, the secluded restaurant, the rose, the candles and the declaration of love followed by the ring. She manages to shut it up when she sees the uncertainty in his eyes as he waits for her answer. This is not the quietly self-assured man she knows but the teenager scared of rejection he’s told her about in late night confessions. In that moment, she knows with absolute certainty that she loves him, and that’s always been enough for her.
She can barely choke out a yes.
Yet now she’s standing in their room in the villa, dark hair hanging loose and very little make up, wearing the only off-white thing she has to hand - luckily it’s gorgeous, if a little short, strappy and intricately beaded - and she wonders if now really is the time to give up on her fantasy. She’s thousands of miles from home, her friends and family, all these people who mean everything to her, aren’t with her, and she only got engaged two hours ago - is this how she wants to get married?
She’d wanted the whole experience, the planning, the discussions, the perfect organisation of the day where everything went according to a pre-arranged schedule, the dress buying, the last night with the band, the last night with her girls… the whole wedding drama. She just doesn’t want to come out of what should be the greatest experience of her life feeling cheated.
She’s just about to go find Mikey, to tell him that she loves him but she can’t do this now, that she needs at least everyone she loves with her, when she sees him standing in the doorway in a suit a little creased from travel, hair the same way it was when he’d gotten out of bed this afternoon… and smiling so unguardedly that suddenly she can’t remember a single reason not to do this. He offers her his hand and she takes it knowing that no matter what comes next, she won’t feel cheated at all - at the end of this she’ll be Mikey’s wife, and in that moment it’s as if it’s the only thing she’s ever dreamed of.
So yes, she’d had the fantasy of the grand scale wedding - but the reality of getting married in the heart of the Italian countryside with the priest’s wife and a wizened old patron of the church as the only witnesses? Well, she’d pick that every time.
***
good morning mrs way. nice way to tell me you’re pregnant bitch =P and i think you mean my nephew. love the other mrs way xx
Pairing; always-a-girl!Brendon/Mikey
Summary; Brenna had always imagined that when she got married it would be a fairytale affair, with the picturesque church, the ten foot train, and, of course, her very own Prince Charming waiting for her at the end of the aisle. However, over the past twenty-two years she’s learned that nothing ever turns out exactly as you imagine it. The Wedding.
Author's Notes; I took a vote and this was most popular - so here it is. Hope you enjoy =)
Part of the Sing Me Anything verse.
are you having fun? eurgh, haven’t been on holiday since my freakin honeymoon and it doesn’t look like i’m going anywhere soon - thank your almost nephew for that. L xx
***
Brenna had always imagined that when she got married it would be a fairytale affair, with the picturesque church, the ten foot train, and, of course, her very own Prince Charming waiting for her at the end of the aisle.
However, over the past twenty-two years she’s learned that nothing ever turns out exactly as you imagine it.
At eighteen she’d has all these preconceived notions about how her life would turn out - and now she’s the very antithesis of that idea. From ruin to rockstar in three easy steps; quit life as you know it, join a band, get sold out tours and screaming teenagers. And yeah, she’s grateful, she really is - this is everything she could ever have dreamed of… except there’s still a little part of her that longs for the simplicity of that domestic life in contrast to the chaos that’s constantly around her, needs the kind of stability she grew up with.
So maybe she needs Mikey more than she lets anyone know.
He’s… he’s every single cliché she’s ever heard about what someone can mean to you, and this is the girl who was raised on fairytales and bad teen romance novels hidden underneath her mattress. He’s the only man who can make her stop and listen, grounds her, makes her want to shine that little brighter, and he takes the time to help her let down every individual guard she’s built up over the years.
She thinks that’s maybe why she didn’t think twice when he said the words ‘Marry me.’
It was… all of two hours ago, three days into their Italian getaway, and right until the moment he proposed she couldn’t have predicted what her answer would have been.
A little faithless part of her brain thinks it was a little contrived, the secluded restaurant, the rose, the candles and the declaration of love followed by the ring. She manages to shut it up when she sees the uncertainty in his eyes as he waits for her answer. This is not the quietly self-assured man she knows but the teenager scared of rejection he’s told her about in late night confessions. In that moment, she knows with absolute certainty that she loves him, and that’s always been enough for her.
She can barely choke out a yes.
Yet now she’s standing in their room in the villa, dark hair hanging loose and very little make up, wearing the only off-white thing she has to hand - luckily it’s gorgeous, if a little short, strappy and intricately beaded - and she wonders if now really is the time to give up on her fantasy. She’s thousands of miles from home, her friends and family, all these people who mean everything to her, aren’t with her, and she only got engaged two hours ago - is this how she wants to get married?
She’d wanted the whole experience, the planning, the discussions, the perfect organisation of the day where everything went according to a pre-arranged schedule, the dress buying, the last night with the band, the last night with her girls… the whole wedding drama. She just doesn’t want to come out of what should be the greatest experience of her life feeling cheated.
She’s just about to go find Mikey, to tell him that she loves him but she can’t do this now, that she needs at least everyone she loves with her, when she sees him standing in the doorway in a suit a little creased from travel, hair the same way it was when he’d gotten out of bed this afternoon… and smiling so unguardedly that suddenly she can’t remember a single reason not to do this. He offers her his hand and she takes it knowing that no matter what comes next, she won’t feel cheated at all - at the end of this she’ll be Mikey’s wife, and in that moment it’s as if it’s the only thing she’s ever dreamed of.
So yes, she’d had the fantasy of the grand scale wedding - but the reality of getting married in the heart of the Italian countryside with the priest’s wife and a wizened old patron of the church as the only witnesses? Well, she’d pick that every time.
***
good morning mrs way. nice way to tell me you’re pregnant bitch =P and i think you mean my nephew. love the other mrs way xx