REMEMBER AARON AND AMANDA
"I don't think I can do this."
"You can, and you will."
"I'm gonna screw this up.. You know what, excuse me, I have to go--"
"You take one step out of that door, and I will rip your balls off and feed them to you as you choke. You'll be fine."
Aaron swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared himself in the mirror. Today was the day. There was no turning back (and no other choice; he rather liked his genitals) and after this day he'd be wearing a gold ring on his finger for the rest of his life.
Needless to say, he wasn't sure if he could handle it.
Upon seeing his nervous disposition, Julian clapped a hand on his shoulder, his grin wide as he shook it with reassurance, "Don't worry, squirt, you should've seen me on the day of my wedding."
At this, Logan looked up, raising his eyebrow disapprovingly as turned a page in the magazine he was reading.
"You mean, couldn't have seen you on the day of our wedding. You got cold feet, took Derek's car, drove to the beach and it took us both an hour and a half to find you and beat the shit out of you." He muttered, eyes looking back down towards his magazine as his husband shot him a glare.
"Not that you helped much, with all that talk about how the press was going to react, or 'this is going to affect your career, are you ready for that kind of committment' or 'wow, Julian, so many people are coming, what should our rings look like--" He began, stopping when Derek smacked him backside his head.
"Alright, alright. We get the point. Now stop fighting like mother hens and try and help me calm this guy down before I strangle him," Derek snapped, turning to give Aaron a deadly stare, "You try to run out on my baby sister, I'll kick your ass."
Aaron gulped once more, nodding quickly, "I won't, I swear! I love her, I wouldn't do that to her!"
SCREAMS THIS WAS IN MY WIPS CREYS THEY WERE SO CUTE
