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I was so lost before I found you; L.H♥

H-have him tell you…I-…just have him do it…

[davidpce-blog]

I thought we were getting married?

I-I…s-s-sorry..

[davidpce-blog]

Look, I'm sick of tired of all of this stupid bullshit drama, I'm not gonna put up with it okay. We're in this whole thing together, so whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to tell me. London...just, I need you to tell me. He's gonna be there, and I need you to commit to all this, one hundred and ten percent.

[madeitrp]

It would be different if he actually felt even a bit bad. But he doesn’t. Je ne sais pas quoi faire, David.

[davidpce-blog]

YOU WON'T TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED! 

[madeitrp]

David this guy was a complete asshole all through high school...I just didn't think you would do something like this. But it's your best man I guess, do whatever you want.

[davidpce-blog]

Well so was I, but guess ho your with now? Me. C'mon I can't have you unhappy, this is your wedding too.

[brock-martin]

She’s really changed you, hasn’t she? You’re gonna let a girl decide who your best man is? What happened to bros before hoes?

[davidpce-blog]

She isn't  hoe, she's just different yano? You can't tell me you've never met anyone like that.

[hopelessprinceeridan-archived-d]

[davidpce-blog]

hopelessprinceeridan:

I told you guys.

[davidpce-blog]

unexpected news // dondon

[madeitrp]

London laid in the hospital bed patiently, watching David pace around the room anxiously. Usually, she would rush him to get to the point, but here it was different. Anything to distract her from her current state was appreciated. Anything that preoccupied her mind from remembering the horrific reason she was there, lying in bed, hooked up to countless machines monitoring her every move. David stumbled over his words, nervous and hesitant.  When he finally came around to get to the point, London nodded understandably, doing her best to comprehend the story. She winced at the mention of an ex girlfriend; a touchy subject since he was technically her first boyfriend. Not usually the jealous type, London surprised even herself how awkward she felt at the topic of their sexual relationship. As he carried on with the story, London was startled when he grabbed her hand abruptly.

London felt as if the whole world had just been dropped onto her. Her stomach dropped 20 feet and her throat was so dry she couldn't even let out a whisper. Wrinkles in her forehead appeared as a mixture of confusion, excitement, and sadness was displayed across her face. Her lips quivered as she opened her mouth, unsure of how to react. She pulled away softly from his hand, using it to push herself up in her bed. Finally gaining the courage, she spoke up. "A child....you have a ch-child? You have an eight year old son...who's alive somewhere...right now. Who's never known his father, and now doesn't have a mother?" London realized she was just asking questions that had already been answered. This boy was David's. He was his living blood; a part if him whether he liked it or not. London lay back in the bed, feeling lightheaded from the news. What if they did choose to take in the kid? She would become the outsider, the distant one. She wouldn't be the mom. Her entire life's dream had been based around the perfect family, and now that reality had smacked her in the face, her entire world was thrown off balance. All she ever wanted: gone. But this was a little eight year old boy, with no power to decide for himself. He didn't get to choose wheat happened to him. He just had to go along with it. His mom was a drug addict for christ sake. He had never even gotten to see his father, ever. London felt her heart breaking into millions of little pieces at the realisation that this could be the end. She blinked violently, pushing back the tears. Her head spun and her vision blurred. The tears she had tried so desperately to hold back trickled down her cheeks, her eyes stinging. She turned her face up to David with an expression of pure heartbreak, and back to the wall in front of her. It wasn't until then that she realized. David was talking. David was talking, and she couldn't hear a thing. Her head pounded and her heart beat faster, frightened and confused. She couldn't even feel herself breathing, but from the movement of her chest it was evident she was hyperventilating. Throwing off the blanket as if it would do any good, it felt as if a brick wall had been shoved onto her chest, making it difficult to breathe. By incredible force, London managed to get out two words. She whispered through her hysterics. "P-panic a-a-attack."

[davidpce-blog]

He could see little London's face drop as he spoke, and every time it dropped a little more, he could hear his heart breaking. He knew the feeling of not having his real parent, after all his father had been married over twenty times. David never actually knew his real mother. This was of course, a very stress-filled decision for the both of them. The last thing he wanted to do was make London do something, that she'd never like, but not everything in the world could be as perfect as they wanted to. 'London, I" David said realizing she wasn't paying attention to him anymore. He then called out her name, "London, London" still no answer. 

A panic attack. The most frighting time for anyone, when everything slaps them in the face, and overwhelms one. It was the worst thing anyone could ever feel, and poor London was going through it. He'd never really dealt with a panic attack before, so London was freaking him out. "I-I-I okay, London look at me. Calm down. Just breathe slower, think of happy things. Think of me, our future. C'mon London-" he had an idea. He watched a show where someone kissed the other person to help hold their breath, so he figured he'd give it a shot. He cupped London's face in his hands and brought her lips to his face. He placed his lips onto her soft, supple ones, and kissed her passionately.  

[davidpce-blog]

Haha, fingers crossed. But shit yo, how am I supposed to like have her agree for you to be best man?

[brock-martin]

Bro, you’re asking the wrong person. She hates my guts, good luck.

[davidpce-blog]

fuck, what if she never agrees to it?

[davidpce-blog]

[madeitrp]

E-excuse me?

[davidpce-blog]

Brock’s the best man at our wedding.

[madeitrp]

T-this is a joke right? You’re kidding?

[davidpce-blog]

No, I’m not. Look I know how much you despise him, but he’s my closest friend London. Like what else can I do?

[madeitrp]

I am not your dog, don’t give me orders. Out of all the people…I’m just really disappointed…I didn’t think you were like this..

[davidpce-blog]

Like what? London come on! You're being selfish.

[madeitrp]

E-excuse me?

[davidpce-blog]

Brock’s the best man at our wedding.

[madeitrp]

T-this is a joke right? You’re kidding?

[davidpce-blog]

No, I’m not. Look I know how much you despise him, but he’s my closest friend London. Like what else can I do?

[madeitrp]

I-I….don’t know what to say…I c-can’t believe you would do this to me, to be honest.

[davidpce-blog]

Do this to you...? London you may be my world but you're not the only one in it. I want this wedding to be picture perfect, and I'll do whatever it takes, comprendo?

[davidpce-blog]

totally man! London and I had our first date there and what not, I think or well hope, she’ll like it.

[brock-martin]

Oh, you’re being all romantic. That’s cute. I’m sure she’ll like it, no worries.

[davidpce-blog]

Haha, fingers crossed. But shit yo, how am I supposed to like have her agree for you to be best man?

[madeitrp]

E-excuse me?

[davidpce-blog]

Brock’s the best man at our wedding.

[madeitrp]

T-this is a joke right? You’re kidding?

[davidpce-blog]

No, I'm not. Look I know how much you despise him, but he's my closest friend London. Like what else can I do?

[davidpce-blog]

Tuesday, at the Hollywood sign.

[brock-martin]

The Hollywood sign? Nice, man.

[davidpce-blog]

totally man! London and I had our first date there and what not, I think or well hope, she'll like it.

[davidpce-blog]

Tuesday, at the Hollywood sign.

[brock-martin]

The Hollywood sign? Nice, man.

[davidpce-blog]

yeah, it's where we had our first date and all

[brock-martin]

Alright, good. When’s the big day anyways?

[davidpce-blog]

Tuesday, at the Hollywood sign.

[madeitrp]

E-excuse me?

[davidpce-blog]

Brock's the best man at our wedding.

[madeitrp]

I love you more.

[davidpce-blog]

So uh, Brocksthebestmanatourwedding.