***Nine: Misha***
I look down at the flat tire and braid my fingers through my hair in an aggravating fashion. A deep sigh heaved from my sister's lips. "Relax love," her boyfriend reassured her before turning his attention towards me. "You'll be able to fix it, right Misha?" He asked. They've been dating since metric. It's not like he isn't a handsome fellow, on the contrary, he's quiet the looker but I would have never thought that Margo would fall head over heels for the school's biggest flirt, Simon Jefferson. I nod. "Give me a few minutes," I quipped. I removed my jacket, rolled up my sleeves and started by jacking her up. Within no time my darling Corolla is back to normal. Eagerly Margo shuffled into the backseat of the vehicle. Smilingly I get in behind the wheel, pushed the key into the ignition switch and turned… but nothing happened. I try my luck for a second time but still she refuse to flare up. I popped the hood and checked beneath it. Water and oil is up to the brim, nothing seems to be loose or even out of the ordinary. I give the key another flick, still she doesn't budge. Margo threw her head backwards as another irritated sigh erupted from her lips. "Well you know what mom would have said: Don't weary yourself over spilled milk, everything happens for a reason," I recalled out loud. The look that my sister gives me, however, could surely kill the ecosystem. Watch out down below, the birds are falling! I snicker silently at the thought, picked up my phone from her dashboard and dialed my friend's number. "Hey buddy, where are you?" Shaun asked immediately on answer. "Well Goldilocks over here refuses to roar to life, so due to this unexpected change of event, we won't be able to make it to the rehearsal dinner this evening. Don't fret yourself and make sure to assure Lesley that we won't miss the wedding ceremony; that's a promise you can take to the grave," I guaranteed him. He understands that this dilemma is out of my hands. After some more word exchanges, we greeted one another on a friendly note.
As I readying myself for Shaun's big day, Simon showed up with his own car, saying how it's only for precaution. I'm almost a hundred per cent sure that Margo had put him up to it, afraid that my darling would disappoint again. With moments to spare we made our way into the front yard. Margo looked up wearily while I get in behind the wheel. Like the night before, I inserted the key and flicked it gently. Immediately she roared like a lioness. Perhaps it's her way of warning me yesterday to stay put and as far away as I possibly could be from the road, seeing how she isn't currently giving me any hassles. My two passengers joined me and together we made our way towards the venue. Once we reached our destination, I parked the car and joined Shaun in his suite. At first glance I noticed that something's troubling him, figuring that it's most likely pre-wedding jitters. I didn't question it. I placed a hand upon his shoulder and instead I assured him that he has nothing to worry about. It's my job to make sure that he ends up standing in front of the altar. Today's the day that he vows his freedom away and becomes accustomed to somebody else other then himself. Today is the day that Shaun Roberts becomes a man. Sure enough, in age range he had been a man for a while, but it's not quiet what I'm referring too. He will become the one person that Lesley could depend on, that isn't her daddy. Marriage isn't a thing that's to be taken lightly, but I believe that you'll know wither it's the real thing or just an infatuation when the time is upon you. Many folks jumps eagerly into the deep end of the pool, doing the deed firstly while the questions follows and everybody knows that it's not the order of things to be done; let's face it (the truth is told) that any decisions involving marriage isn't a pronouncement that comes easily, certainly not something that you decide upon over night!
The door opened up and in came Uncle Timothy. He pointed down at his watch indicating that it's time for the wedding to begin. The groomsmen and I opened the aisle for Shaun to follow. Step one completed, I mentally checked down as my friend takes in his stand in front of the excited crowd. Family and friends from around the globe that came to witness this amazing transformation between two perfect individuals is flooding the area.
The people grew silent as the maid-of-honor entered, the bridesmaids following at a slow pace behind her. I can't even seem to remember her name (what a shame?) It's traditional for the best man to share a dance with the maid-of-honor at the reception. Somehow, looking at her right now, she seems different. Slightly taller; thinner but curvy. She strangely seems familiar. Who is she? Have we met before?
As she looks up our eyes met. My heartbeat increase at an irregular pace. A sharp breath tumbles from my lips. I shuffled around in discomfort, hoping that nobody would take notice in my uneasy state. All of those bottled-up feelings, that I've tried so hard to conceal, brimmed over and it's not all pleasant fractions of the mind. It feels like I'm seeing her for the very first time. She was absolutely studding back then but now she's a total babe. She's a dream come true, a goddess send from the heavens to tame my shattered heart, so how does one practice restrains when their around somebody of her standard? The same girl who gave me a taste of illegal drugs actually transformed into a woman of exquisite charm. The exact same girl who ran from her teasing habits and left me in the cold to figure out these feelings on my own. Feelings that I never thought a mere teenage girl could expose. The same girl who had originally broken me to pieces. A little rational but true nonetheless! The one and only… Genevieve Roberts!