Miserable at Best
Don't Be Gentle, I Can Handle Anything.
Alex and I had decided to save talking for after the reception we were on our way to. After an hour of driving around we made our way to the reception. Which was being held at the Hilton downtown, in one of their many ballrooms. The driver pulled up into the driveway stopping the car and running around the limo to open the door for Alex and I. Alex graciously thanked the driver and held out his hand to you, but you hadn't moved from your seat by the window.
Poking his head back into the limo, he smiled kindly, "Come on, it's now or never."
I sat there debating, "Mmm. I pick never!"
"Maybe I shouldn't have given you that option.." he more said to himself then to me.
"Yeah...wasn't a smart move. Cause now I'm not getting out of this limo." I said triumphantly.
"Please Brooklyyn, get out of the car. If you won't come out for me, then I'll get your parents."
"I hate you." I said as I struggled to get out of the limo with help from Alex.
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"Can you just pretend to be happy about this?" Alex questioned as the two stood before the two double doors.
"I shouldn't have to pretend to be happy about being married, it should've already hit me, shouldn't it?" I asked with a bit of tone in my voice.
"Brook look-"
"No, I don't want to talk about this right now. Let's just go into this party, make everyone believe we're in love, make everyone else happy, while we're pleasing everyone but ourselves."
He stayed quiet, he knew I was right.
The doors opened as Alex took my hand once more, and led the way into the very crowded ballroom. We waved to make everyone believe that we wanted to be here. We smiled to make everyone believe we were happily married. We kissed before taking our seats to make everyone believe that we, truly were in love. What the actors we were.
The night started off with dinner, and then came the speeches, well technically speech, seeing as I did have a maid of honor, but she didn't know me too well so she opted not to make a speech, which was perfectly fine with me. The speech was from Alex's best man, and I'm guessing best friend as well. I think Alex said his name was Jack? I'm not too sure though.
"When Alex told me he was getting married I thought he was playing a joke on me. Who would think that him out of the four us would be the first to tie the knot?," the ballroom erupted into laughter, "If you knew Alex at all in high school, you would've never even thought of it. But he wasn't joking, he was dead serious. So I asked "Brah, who is she? How come you never talked about her?" He never did answer me. And now I know why. He's married a beautiful girl, a girl any of us guys would've died to marry. Brooklyyn, if he ever gives you any trouble, just let me know. I'll whip him back into shape...although he might like it..Nah I'm just joking. I love you both, and wish you the best. To the bride and groom."
"To the bride and groom." the ballroom echoed.
And with that the crowds started making small talk as the lights dimmed and a band set up on stage. Alex said they were some friends of his. Mayday something..oh yes, Mayday Parade. Alex and I made small talk to make sure everyone believed we wanted this.
"And now may we please have the bride and groom to the dancefloor for their special dance."
Alex stood from his chair and held out his hand to me, I gently grabbed it as he once more led me to the dance floor. His hands found their rightful places, my hand and behind my back, as mine intertwined with his hand and gracefully landed on his shoulder.
Katie, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so
"Alex?"
He looked at me questioning.
"What're we doing?"
"We're dancing?"
"No I mean, what're we doing? How long are people going to believe that we love eachother?"
"As long as we can make believe." he answered simply.
"How long is that?"
"Forever?"
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
"Forever's a lie." I replied as I looked over Alex's shoulder towards the band.
He stayed silent.
"Just like this marriage."
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
The conversation between Alex and I had died as I rested my head on his shouler, he smelled like vanilla and axe body spray. A signature scent for sure. As my cool gray eyes started to wonder across the floor they caught mid-glance with a band boy. His eyes were like mine, cool gray, but his burned with passion. He winked discreetly, and right then I knew this wouldn't be the last time I saw this boy.
You're all that I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything I could give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay
Because I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it
So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
"May I cut in?"
I turned around to see Alex's best friend, Jack.
"Sure." Alex said as he walked off into the crowd as Jack filled his spot.
"So how'd Alex and you meet?" he asked looking into the opposite direction.
"We used to be neighbors before he moved here, to the states."
"So you're british too?" he asked.
I nodded in reply.
"Then where's your accent? Aren't you supposed to have that cute little accent?" he asked slightly dissapointed.
"I taught myself to not talk with it."
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh
"You have no idea how many girls would kill to be in your position, do you?"
I looked up at him, "No I don't."
"Tons. I don't know about you british folk, but he's what the girls would call a hunk, or hottie."
"Hmmm."
"For being just married you don't seem too happy."
"I'm just tired is all."
Brooklynn you need to step up your game. she thought to herself.
And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Because I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly
So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
"So who's that?" I asked referring to the vocalist.
"Oh him?"
I nodded yes.
"Oh that's Derek Sanders."
"Oh okay."
"Why?" he asked.
"I just like his voice is all."
"Yeah. It is what all the girls swoon over."
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
But without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best
Sadly, this song sort of fit.
With Alex I'd be miserable at best.
Poking his head back into the limo, he smiled kindly, "Come on, it's now or never."
I sat there debating, "Mmm. I pick never!"
"Maybe I shouldn't have given you that option.." he more said to himself then to me.
"Yeah...wasn't a smart move. Cause now I'm not getting out of this limo." I said triumphantly.
"Please Brooklyyn, get out of the car. If you won't come out for me, then I'll get your parents."
"I hate you." I said as I struggled to get out of the limo with help from Alex.
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"Can you just pretend to be happy about this?" Alex questioned as the two stood before the two double doors.
"I shouldn't have to pretend to be happy about being married, it should've already hit me, shouldn't it?" I asked with a bit of tone in my voice.
"Brook look-"
"No, I don't want to talk about this right now. Let's just go into this party, make everyone believe we're in love, make everyone else happy, while we're pleasing everyone but ourselves."
He stayed quiet, he knew I was right.
The doors opened as Alex took my hand once more, and led the way into the very crowded ballroom. We waved to make everyone believe that we wanted to be here. We smiled to make everyone believe we were happily married. We kissed before taking our seats to make everyone believe that we, truly were in love. What the actors we were.
The night started off with dinner, and then came the speeches, well technically speech, seeing as I did have a maid of honor, but she didn't know me too well so she opted not to make a speech, which was perfectly fine with me. The speech was from Alex's best man, and I'm guessing best friend as well. I think Alex said his name was Jack? I'm not too sure though.
"When Alex told me he was getting married I thought he was playing a joke on me. Who would think that him out of the four us would be the first to tie the knot?," the ballroom erupted into laughter, "If you knew Alex at all in high school, you would've never even thought of it. But he wasn't joking, he was dead serious. So I asked "Brah, who is she? How come you never talked about her?" He never did answer me. And now I know why. He's married a beautiful girl, a girl any of us guys would've died to marry. Brooklyyn, if he ever gives you any trouble, just let me know. I'll whip him back into shape...although he might like it..Nah I'm just joking. I love you both, and wish you the best. To the bride and groom."
"To the bride and groom." the ballroom echoed.
And with that the crowds started making small talk as the lights dimmed and a band set up on stage. Alex said they were some friends of his. Mayday something..oh yes, Mayday Parade. Alex and I made small talk to make sure everyone believed we wanted this.
"And now may we please have the bride and groom to the dancefloor for their special dance."
Alex stood from his chair and held out his hand to me, I gently grabbed it as he once more led me to the dance floor. His hands found their rightful places, my hand and behind my back, as mine intertwined with his hand and gracefully landed on his shoulder.
Katie, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so
"Alex?"
He looked at me questioning.
"What're we doing?"
"We're dancing?"
"No I mean, what're we doing? How long are people going to believe that we love eachother?"
"As long as we can make believe." he answered simply.
"How long is that?"
"Forever?"
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
"Forever's a lie." I replied as I looked over Alex's shoulder towards the band.
He stayed silent.
"Just like this marriage."
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
The conversation between Alex and I had died as I rested my head on his shouler, he smelled like vanilla and axe body spray. A signature scent for sure. As my cool gray eyes started to wonder across the floor they caught mid-glance with a band boy. His eyes were like mine, cool gray, but his burned with passion. He winked discreetly, and right then I knew this wouldn't be the last time I saw this boy.
You're all that I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything I could give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay
Because I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it
So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
"May I cut in?"
I turned around to see Alex's best friend, Jack.
"Sure." Alex said as he walked off into the crowd as Jack filled his spot.
"So how'd Alex and you meet?" he asked looking into the opposite direction.
"We used to be neighbors before he moved here, to the states."
"So you're british too?" he asked.
I nodded in reply.
"Then where's your accent? Aren't you supposed to have that cute little accent?" he asked slightly dissapointed.
"I taught myself to not talk with it."
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh
"You have no idea how many girls would kill to be in your position, do you?"
I looked up at him, "No I don't."
"Tons. I don't know about you british folk, but he's what the girls would call a hunk, or hottie."
"Hmmm."
"For being just married you don't seem too happy."
"I'm just tired is all."
Brooklynn you need to step up your game. she thought to herself.
And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Because I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly
So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
"So who's that?" I asked referring to the vocalist.
"Oh him?"
I nodded yes.
"Oh that's Derek Sanders."
"Oh okay."
"Why?" he asked.
"I just like his voice is all."
"Yeah. It is what all the girls swoon over."
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
But without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best
Sadly, this song sort of fit.
With Alex I'd be miserable at best.