Bells Part One
Title: Bells
Ratings: PG, for now ;)
Summary: Nothing quiet like wedding bells.
Previous Chapters: None :))
A/N: This will be come out really randomly because I am in my last month of school...but I hope you enjoy it!
Part One
Bells. Was there a clearer more pure sound in the entire universe? Anthony didn’t think so. Bells were able to show their emotions much better than people. They were somber during a funeral and joyous during a wedding. A wedding. His wedding. Today he was going to marry the love of his life, Kalel. Sure he knew that people didn’t like her, even Ian had been hesitant at first when he had said that he was going to propose to her, but he loved her and that was all that mattered. He started pacing the small room that he was in, jerking at the rose on his lapel.
“Dude, come on, you’re sweating bullets. I doubt Kalel will be happy if she remembers the smell of her wedding being your B.O. She will have plenty of time for that when you guys are married.”
Ian was leaning against the door frame grinning. He was in the same tux as Anthony, but he looked more relaxed in it, like he was James Bond or something. Anthony was too nervous to pull it off. The tux could only be worn by the confident.
“Shut up…”
“Here let’s go down stairs and get ready for the ceremony. It looks really bad if you are late.”
“Ian? Thank you for being my rock the past few days.”
“Hey, that’s what the best man is for. To laugh at your misery.”
Anthony laughed and punched Ian in the arm.
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, you have the rings?”
Ian patted his breast pocket.
“I checked like 40 billion times that I have them. I do not want Kalel to blame me for ruining her wedding.”
“Hell hath no fury quite like a scorned bride.”
The pair walked out of the room in to the main lobby of the church. There were other members of the bridal party milling about. When they saw Anthony, they came over to him. There were smiles and congratulations all around. Soon the minister came over to the group.
“Okay, well, the ceremony is going to begin in a few minutes so let’s line up for the processional and get this show on the road.”
“Thanks.”
Anthony went and took his place in the line up next to Ian.
“You nervous?”
“Um… honestly a little, but I keep thinking of how Kalel is going to look walking down that aisle.”
“Just don’t trip.”
Anthony shot Ian a look.
“Not helping Ian.”
“Sorry.”
Ian was all grins while Anthony’s innards were twisting around each other trying to win the prize of who could force their way up and out of his throat first.
“Ant, relax. Okay?”
“Okay time to start! Anthony, Ian? Go on ahead up to the altar, while we get the bride.”
The walk up to the altar was the longest that Anthony had ever known. All of the people in the pews were giving him smiles and congratulations.
Anthony stood at the head of the altar and waited. If he thought waiting upstairs was bad, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling waiting here. Not soon enough, the music started and the bridal party began to process down the aisle. As each person appeared Anthony got more and more still. This was right. This is what he wanted, what he dreamed of, waiting at the altar for his beautiful bride.
Then all but one member of the bridal party had processed down the aisle. Everyone was waiting for the blushing bride. Pachelbel’s Cannon in D started to loft from the organ loft. Anthony didn’t think that there was a more beautiful sound in all the world.
The music continued to play one.
The maid of honor shifted nervously from one foot to the other. She and Ian exchanged worried glances.
The music continued to loop and the organ player was trying to buy more time.
The church goers became restless.
Finally Anthony realized something was wrong with this scene. Where was the bride?
At the back of the church a woman appeared, holding a note.
The minister said something to the congregation and practically pulled Anthony into a back room.
The woman entered with the note.
Anthony unfolded it and opened it.
It was a short note, but it may have been War and Peace for its complexity.
I can’t marry you.
-Kalel.
Ratings: PG, for now ;)
Summary: Nothing quiet like wedding bells.
Previous Chapters: None :))
A/N: This will be come out really randomly because I am in my last month of school...but I hope you enjoy it!
Part One
Bells. Was there a clearer more pure sound in the entire universe? Anthony didn’t think so. Bells were able to show their emotions much better than people. They were somber during a funeral and joyous during a wedding. A wedding. His wedding. Today he was going to marry the love of his life, Kalel. Sure he knew that people didn’t like her, even Ian had been hesitant at first when he had said that he was going to propose to her, but he loved her and that was all that mattered. He started pacing the small room that he was in, jerking at the rose on his lapel.
“Dude, come on, you’re sweating bullets. I doubt Kalel will be happy if she remembers the smell of her wedding being your B.O. She will have plenty of time for that when you guys are married.”
Ian was leaning against the door frame grinning. He was in the same tux as Anthony, but he looked more relaxed in it, like he was James Bond or something. Anthony was too nervous to pull it off. The tux could only be worn by the confident.
“Shut up…”
“Here let’s go down stairs and get ready for the ceremony. It looks really bad if you are late.”
“Ian? Thank you for being my rock the past few days.”
“Hey, that’s what the best man is for. To laugh at your misery.”
Anthony laughed and punched Ian in the arm.
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, you have the rings?”
Ian patted his breast pocket.
“I checked like 40 billion times that I have them. I do not want Kalel to blame me for ruining her wedding.”
“Hell hath no fury quite like a scorned bride.”
The pair walked out of the room in to the main lobby of the church. There were other members of the bridal party milling about. When they saw Anthony, they came over to him. There were smiles and congratulations all around. Soon the minister came over to the group.
“Okay, well, the ceremony is going to begin in a few minutes so let’s line up for the processional and get this show on the road.”
“Thanks.”
Anthony went and took his place in the line up next to Ian.
“You nervous?”
“Um… honestly a little, but I keep thinking of how Kalel is going to look walking down that aisle.”
“Just don’t trip.”
Anthony shot Ian a look.
“Not helping Ian.”
“Sorry.”
Ian was all grins while Anthony’s innards were twisting around each other trying to win the prize of who could force their way up and out of his throat first.
“Ant, relax. Okay?”
“Okay time to start! Anthony, Ian? Go on ahead up to the altar, while we get the bride.”
The walk up to the altar was the longest that Anthony had ever known. All of the people in the pews were giving him smiles and congratulations.
Anthony stood at the head of the altar and waited. If he thought waiting upstairs was bad, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling waiting here. Not soon enough, the music started and the bridal party began to process down the aisle. As each person appeared Anthony got more and more still. This was right. This is what he wanted, what he dreamed of, waiting at the altar for his beautiful bride.
Then all but one member of the bridal party had processed down the aisle. Everyone was waiting for the blushing bride. Pachelbel’s Cannon in D started to loft from the organ loft. Anthony didn’t think that there was a more beautiful sound in all the world.
The music continued to play one.
The maid of honor shifted nervously from one foot to the other. She and Ian exchanged worried glances.
The music continued to loop and the organ player was trying to buy more time.
The church goers became restless.
Finally Anthony realized something was wrong with this scene. Where was the bride?
At the back of the church a woman appeared, holding a note.
The minister said something to the congregation and practically pulled Anthony into a back room.
The woman entered with the note.
Anthony unfolded it and opened it.
It was a short note, but it may have been War and Peace for its complexity.
I can’t marry you.
-Kalel.