Cant take my eyes off you: Fance
Grinning like a love struck fool Faline simply shrugged her slim shoulder; teasing Chance had always been one of her most favorite past time that often turned into full afternoons of tangled bodies and breathy words shared just for two, and now in a room full of people she felt only him. She saw only him, heard only him; The sighs their guest had filled the room with fell around her, flat and nothing. The only thing that mattered even half an ounce were the soft words trailing from his tongue and finding a way directly to her. Each vow meant something more than just words. They meant being nineteen and dancing with strangers, and falling in love with friends. It meant laughing a wet laugh, because she secretly loved the Bambi jokes, for it tied her forever to her sister who stood just behind her as her maid of honor, a real smile pressed to her lips despite that a scowl seemed to look best on the older woman. His words were every dream come true, the silly, and small and everything after. It meant feeling young at heart, and wise at soul, because she had found the one in which her soul resides; Song of Solomon. She thought idly to herself of one of the few verses she had always held near and dear for the sheer accuracy of the words, soul mates were real, and she had found hers in the presence of an awkward struggling college student who loved to sing in public, who danced just to dance. She smiled fondly, loving him was like living in her favorite musical sometimes, but in a strange way it reminded her of her father, who often times she could find humming a tune, and even sweeping her mother around an empty room with the hum of his voice playing the part of an orchestra. She never remembered seeing them so in love, so happy and she knew if she’d ever fall in love it’d be with a man who’d dance with her and sing to her, it didn’t hurt that his voice sounded like how honey tasted. She squeezed his hand gently her eyes filling with tears remembering how she had become a destructive whirl wind at nineteen with no clue of what was up or down, but she was always sure of him.
As the last vibration of his words hung in the space between them the preacher went on allowing Faline to speak. The willowy woman cleared her throat keeping her eyes unwavering on his. Even as her words froze in her throat, hung from her lips and her face flushed pink she still held onto him. Clearing her throat she shook her head with a smile, “It seems, I’ve forgotten what I wrote months ago.. see I had these perfect vows all planned, I studied them for weeks and months, and I was pretty happy with how they sounded, and what they meant, but up here now looking at you and knowing in a few more minutes I’ll be your wife, it seems I can’t even remember the first line, even though I’m pretty sure it’s your name. So if you don’t mind, love. I’m going to just be very candid right now. ” Pausing for a moment she pulled him a bit closer to her lacing their fingers together as she began to spoke. “It’s a given Chance that I vow to love you, that I promise to take this journey with you, no matter what..good, bad, pretty and ugly I’m here. I just want to say that now so you know I’m in this for the long haul. See, I have this thing about fixation, I get something in my head and I can’ get it out. The thing becomes all I can fathom in this world. It’s pretty scary sometimes, and sometimes I know it makes it hard to be with me, but out of the handful of people who have stuck by me, you’ve always been right there. No matter what I’ve done, no matter how bad my fixations have gotten- It’s always been you. So, I promise that no matter how fast my mind goes on some days, or weeks that you will always be let in, I vow that I will be the best wife I can be, and even though I can’t cook real foods I can bake so I vow we’ll always have desserts first and I promise to never take for granted all the quirky and silly things you do..Even if some people think it’s lame that you sing in public. I love that about you. I’ve always loved that about you. I love that you know all the lyrics to can’t take my eyes off you, and I love how a few weeks ago you sang it to me in line at the grocery store. See the thing is Chance, I really do believe in true love, and I believe in soul mates and I’ve seen so many people I love find their soul mate, and it’s taken them a few tries sometimes, but I got really lucky. You’re my first love, my second love, my twenty third love, my always and last love. So simply my biggest promise to you is I promise that no matter what I may be fixated on at the time, my heart will always be fixed on you.” And with the last words Faline bounced up as the preached cleared his throat, pronounced them man and wife and before he could grant the pair permission to kiss Faline already had her slender arms around Chance’s neck, her lips kissing his cheek gently before falling to the curve of his lips with a passion she’d never be able to remake.
Chance chuckled lightly when Faline spoke, tears making his eyes sparkle. A normal wedding wouldn't have been their style. Of course, he would get distracted before making his vows. Of course, she would completely forget hers. But that's what he liked about the whole thing. Anything normal would have felt forced and unnatural. He smiled, looking down at his bride, listening to the sweet words that fell from her soft pink lips.
Each word, each syllable rung true as it went directly from his ears to his heart. Every promise of the future and reminder of the past struck a chord and he had to stop himself from completely sobbing from pure joy. All his life, who he was had always been a mystery. He never knew who he was. He never knew where he came from. But during his twentieth year, his life had changed for the better. He had found a home in a place far away from the one he had tried to know and love. He had found family, one that wasn't related by blood - something he was used to. He had found his real family, the one related by blood and he had finally found who he was and where he came from. But most importantly, he had found love. He had found love in the shape of a beautiful and fragile redheaded girl, who danced with light steps and laughed in the most delightfully melodious way. He had found her and had lost her, but something had brought them back together again. Chance had her and he was never going to let her go.
He barely heard the minister utter the magic words, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," when he felt those lips he loved so much on his own. Chance wrapped his arms around her slim waist, forgetting the venue and the audience, and lifted her up from the ground. He matched the passion that she kissed him with. He thought that he could hear slight laughter coming from the congregation, the young couple getting a little carried away in their moment of blinding love. Finally pulling apart, Chance caressed her face gently. "I love you, Faline Briar Rose Fitzgerald McGee," he said.
Breaking contact for a mere moment, Chance turned to face the rest of the church. "I love her! And she's my wife! I love her!" he shouted out to them, raising his hands triumphantly. He turned back to her, kissing every inch of her face while the congregation all rose, waiting for the newlyweds to make their way back down the aisle. He held out his arm for her and linked their hands as they walked down the aisle, their future bright as it waited for them just beyond the doors of the church.
