The Wedding Rehearsal

The family arrived at the rehearsal wearing their best dress or suit. Emma and Harry decided to have their wedding at some restaurant. The family went through the doors and were greeted with tons of flowers. What an occasion!

Not everyone is here yet so the place was kind of empty. Harry slapped my shoulder and said, "Long time no see."

"Same" I replied.

"Yo. Did you gain muscles during your time away?" he said as he felt my shoulder.

"Yeah I did. Did some working out. And keep your hands off me or else the bride might get jealous." I laughed.

"Of course. You know that I cannot resist your charms." joked Harry. I pretend to punch him and it ended with us tugging and wrestling each other onto the floor.

"Boys. Cut it out!" said Emma as she pulled Harry off me. Harry laughed and said something about being sorry.

Emma looked at me and told me to choose a bridesmaid to pair up with. "Who knows? Maybe you'll might get married to her someday." she remarked.

"Fuck you." I laughed. She giggled back and went to the door to greet the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Deciding to find someone to pair up with, I followed her to the door. I remembered some of the people and others were unfamiliar to me.

Most of the groomsmen were some of Harry’s friends in high school. I recognized one of them as Benjie, a transfer student from Somalia. He was new to everything and I guess me and Harry helped him go through the living hell that was high school.

“Hey Benjie. How is goin?” I asked him.

He pulled me into a bear hug. I told him to let me go or I will kick his fat Samoan ass. He just laughed at me and told me to shut my face. “How was Cali?” he asked.

“It was alright. Could have been better.” I answered. I was going to say more but was interrupted by Emma screaming.

“Everyone pair up. We are on a tight schedule right now. It needs to be perfect!” she yelled.

“Here comes the bridezilla.” remarked Benjie. It was followed by a small chuckle among the groomsmen and bridesmaid. Everyone paired up quickly and before I could find someone, there was only one girl left on the floor. I walked over to her and she turned around. She looks familiar. Then I remembered the girl that Josh was groping today.

She pushed the loose strands of her red hair out of the way and extended her hand to me. “Hi. My name is Casey.”

Awkward.