need to post brandy to assert my dominance as no.1 brandy fan
he’d get married to cherry probably, highschool “sweethearts” getting married, people love to see it.
he’s in his dressing room, with his best man, randy. fixing his tie in the mirror. its a red tie. wine red, randy’s favorite.
he blinks at his reflection. god he looks exactly like his dad, even with the blonde hair dye. he hates everything about himself at this very moment, the very moment he should be adoring.
“i dont even like this colour.” he admits, adjusting his tie again, maybe if he tightens it enough it’ll strangle him and he can be the first man to die by tie strangulation on his wedding day. Randy turns to look at him, big brown eyes bob could never look away from. “i do. looks nice on you.” bob rolls his eyes in response
“its just. not me. im not a red kinda guy.” he swallows the lump in his throat “i dont even like half of anything or anyone here. hell, the cake is vanilla! i like chocolate! randy, I dont even like cake!” he stomps over to a chair, sitting then placing his head in his hands.
randy would come up next to him, in his most proper looking suit. randy’s hair got longer than it was when he was seventeen. still the same curls that bob used to love twirling around his fingers until he reached the end of one and continued on to the other. Randy would rub his back “its alright dude, just chill out. its one wedding, YOUR wedding.” he reassured.
gosh bob cant even begin to say how when he looked at cherry he wished it was randy instead. randy holding his hand, randy bringing him to nice dinners, he would be glad to make public appearances around random people he didnt even know if randy was the one forcing him to.
Or maybe thats just what randy thought would happen. The stupid idea that clung to his mind like a stain in his favorite shirt.
red stain on his favorite shirt.