°🥂⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･ baby, you're like lightning in a bottle / i can't let you go now that i got it / and all i need is to be struck ... by... your electric love!
visuals: reader's intended dress / wedding venue
after posing for the twelfth photo in a row, schlatt felt like his jaw was going to fall clean off. he honestly wished it would, because then maybe father john would stop being so damn boring. not like priests were known for being party animals anyway, but still.
the reason he was in this stuffy-ass church anyway, taking photos with the fakest smile in the world on was because his cousin, cooper, was getting hitched. to a girl he met in college, ainlee. they'd been dating for over five years now (so it was about damn time, schlatt thought.)
he glanced over at the people shoved in the pews like sardines. his older cousin, kira, had a chubby baby on her hip who kept trying to bite her hand clean off. johnny bit the inside of his cheek. it was always a stark reminder that he was the youngest schlatt, when he saw his older cousins drinking and having kids and getting married.
as his eyes lazily glanced over the crowd of people in the pews, he made eye contact with an unfamiliar face. a pretty one, at that. johnny was looking into a pair of big, curious eyes. his face flushed and he looked away immediately as the photographer cooed at the "tall young man" to "move more towards the back".
during the twentieth photo, all he did was sneak glances at the pretty girl in the pew. she had a gold cross on her neck, a sweater next to her as she read the program, looking unbothered as her lips settled into a pout.
the second the photos were over, he wanted to go up to her. he really did. but then his mom ushered him and his older cousin, corey, and sister to get their "asses in the car" and all of a sudden she'd disappeared in the crowd.
but then, he saw that glimpse of purple again.
he was at the bar with corey― corey had a glass of corona in his hand, but since johnny was just barely seventeen, he was downing a coca-cola. as he sifted through the crowd, making his way back to his seat (with his name written in curse on the placecard) when he made eye contact with the pretty face again.
my humps echoed throughout the venue as purple dress girl danced her heart out, surrounded by older girl cousins who were clearly wasted. but she was also holding a coca-cola, staying (unwillingly) sober like himself.
he asked around. and around. apparently, she was the daughter of a friend of johnny's uncle. a year younger than him. and, many people added, a sweetheart. smart. things of that nature.
"hey, twinsies."
johnny whipped his head around to make eye contact with... you. purple dress girl. you were the first person he'd talked to all night that was, well, anywhere near his age. he raised a brow. "sorry, what?" his new york accent was thick, and he cringed. he looked like he was trying too hard.
she blinked, gesturing vaguely to their two coca-cola cans. "we're both drinking coke. cool, right?" and she flashed a smile at him. shy, but with an air of mischeviousness.
and he folded.
"yeah, uhm... twinsies." he managed, a shy smile on his face. "say, uh, what's your name? 'm johnny."
