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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 16:08:47 GMT
Chase was freaking out. He had his tux half on at the moment and was trying to figure everything out. This was the moment he had waited for his entire life and now that it was here he was freaking out. Great. Rose was... somewhere. Where was she? Fuck. Chase thinks maybe Belaya took her so Chase and Brent could get ready. He isn't really sure what they would have done without Belaya.
Brent was in the room next to Chase's. Reid was probably with him. Hopefully. Alex was trying to help Chase as much as he possibly could, but Chase just kept freaking out. He couldn't stop himself from doing so, actually. He thought maybe Alex was getting tired of it, but he wasn't going think about that. He wanted Brent... couldn't he just sneak into his room? He was sure he could...
Chase just had to keep reminding himself that this was what he had wanted for so long and he was finally getting it. That was enough to make Chase smile even through the panic!. He quickly went to the mirror and started finishing putting on his suit. He was going to walk down that aisle and walk to Brent with a smile on his face. Because Brent was the love of his life.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 16:37:58 GMT
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 16:56:24 GMT
Chase heard the door open next to him and barely had time to register it was Brent coming toward him until his arms were around him and his face was shoved into his neck. Chase took a deep sigh. Yes, this was why he needed to calm down. Because he loved this man more than anything and this was why.
"I don't care either. Screw traditions. Just don't let Alex catch you. I have a feeling he'll be pissed." Chase mumbled as his arms wrapped tight around the man he was going to be marrying in less than an hour. "I love you, Boo." Chase told him with a smile on his face. Soon he was going to be Chase McKinney-Jackson and he would be the happiest man on the entire planet.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 18:27:53 GMT
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 19:48:31 GMT
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 20:49:13 GMT
[/i] much." Brent whispered, not really knowing what else to say before tilting his head upwards slightly and kissing Chase.[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Aug 7, 2012 22:10:58 GMT
Chase broke out into a huge smile when he heard Brentsay he loved him so much. He better love him considering they were getting married in about a half hour. Chase kissed him back immediately. Smiling into it as wide a he could without ruining the kiss.
"I would so love to make out with you right here, but we have to savesomething for our honeymoon." Chase laughed, nudging his nose against Brents with hiseyes closed. Chase wondered faintly where Alex was. Wasn't he supposed to be making him feel better? Nt that anything would make him feel better other than Brent. "I'm still not in my tux fully." Chase told Brent as he looked down to see his dresswhite shirt half buttoned, his tie not done, and no jacket to go over his shirt yet. That was laying in the chair in the opposite them in the room.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Aug 7, 2012 22:48:28 GMT
Where the fuck was the time disappearing to? Alex glanced down at his watch and swallowed dryly - less than an hour until the wedding was meant to go ahead. And Chase was no one to be seen downstairs. Alex had been meaning to drag him to a quiet corner of the house, like the basement, and have The Talk with Chase. The one that was like some sort of pep talk, telling the groom-to-be how awesome everything was going to be, how he was going to be happy and all that shit. But where the fuck was Chase?
"Chase Jackson. If you are still getting ready... I'll... ugh..." Alex grumbled to himself whilst storming up the stairs, tackling them two by two. The door to the bedroom was open. Alex peered inside and his face fell, an aghast expression replacing his surprise. What the fuck was Brent doing in here? Wasn't it like bad luck or something?
"Out! Fuera de aquí! You'll jinx it!" Alex practically shrieked, waving his hands and trying to usher Brent out the door. He looked at Chase and his face darkened. "And why aren't you ready? You need papá Jay to come dress you or something?" Okay, so maybe Alex was a bit stressed. He just wanted everything to go perfectly for his best friends and they weren't exactly doing themselves any favours.
"Brent, you either get out of here or I won't take care of Rose during your honeymoon!" Alex warned through gritted teeth, doing up Chase's buttons and wrapping a sleek tie around his neck, doing it up with skilled fingers. "And Chase! Why isn't your jacket hung up?! It'll get creased like that, for Merlin's sake!"
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 8, 2012 9:12:40 GMT
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Aug 8, 2012 9:34:26 GMT
Brent was funny when he whined like that. They would have an entire week to themselves. They would be able to do whatever the fuck they wanted to do and not worry about a single thing. They could lay in bed all day if they wanted to. No one would be there to tell them differently.
Before Chase could answer the whine, however, Alex stormed in the room and Chase flinched. Why did he choose Alex as his best man again? "Alex... we still have a bit of time... and that's just an old saying. It's not actually true." Chase tried to tell him as he smiled at Brent, who grabbed onto his arm.
Alex started buttoning his shirt and yelling at him. "I took the jacket off the hanger... the chair looked cold..." Chase joked with Alex, smiling slightly. "Shouldn't Reid be yelling at you?" Chase asked Brent. He was a bit more relaxed than Alex was.... he probably didn't believe in the superstition either. "And you know you'll still take Rose. You're looking forward to that as much as we're looking forward to our honeymoon." Chase smirked at his best friend, knowing full well the Alex loved that baby as much as they did.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Aug 8, 2012 15:45:20 GMT
"Fine. Stay. See if I care that everything spontaneously bursts into flames or something." Alex huffed to Brent, rolling his eyes at him and trying his best to think that that snickering noise he was making wasn't because of him. Chase got a good close-up of Alex's icy glare, glowering at him directly in his face as he fastened the groom-to-be's tie. "There's never enough time. You gotta prepare for the unexpected."
Buttons done, tie fastened, Alex set about making the shirt look presentable on Chase's frame, flapping his hands at Brent who was going to do nothing but crease the sleeve he was clinging onto. A noisy sigh whistled through Alex's pearly white teeth when the man made the comment on the "chair being cold". Of course. The chair was fucking cold. Alex went over and snapped the coat up, dusting it down and pressing out wrinkles with his hands. He deflated slightly on hearing about Rose. Yeah... he'd gladly babysit anyway. So it was an empty threat.
"Why you think I'm so stressed about you guys getting hitched already?" Alex managed a weak chuckle. "Sooner you marry, sooner you leave, sooner I have Rosita all to myself. I'm afraid you might not even get her back when you return."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 8, 2012 17:42:30 GMT
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Aug 8, 2012 18:30:04 GMT
Chase had to admit that Alex loving Rose so much was extremely cute. He was glad Rosie had so many people around her that loved her to death. She was going to be one spoiled kid, that was for sure. She was just the cutest thing in the entire world. In Chase's eyes at least. "Don't worry, if Alex let you stay, I'm sure Reid will." Chase laughed before pecking his soon to be husband and then pulling his arm free to put the jacket on.
"There. Do I look alright, Jay?" Chase asked him, an amused smile on his lips. He was enjoying watching Alex freak out like this. "We could so take him. And Belle is vicious when she wants to be. Plus that dog of her obey's anything she says. Jay would freak out." Chase laughed as he looked in the mirror and straightened out his tux.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Aug 8, 2012 23:00:43 GMT
Alex pulled away from Chase to give him the once over, pulling any bits of fluff or hairs that had stuck to the expensive fabric. He tidied up his hair a touch too, along with sorting out his dress shirt collar under the coat, after straightening it on his shoulders, and other things like that. Alex was making a fuss. He needed this to be perfect. And he felt the need to stay occupied. If he didn't... his thoughts were bound to go back to how he was originally meant to be getting married today as well and how now he wasn't. Today he was just going to be a best man. Not a groom like he had thought around two weeks ago.
Fuck, now he was thinking of it. Alex's expression faded slightly and he grabbed a rag to polish Chase's shoes (and his own) just so he wouldn't have to look at his friends. Besides, today wasn't about him. It was about Chase and Brent.
"You get Belaya to set that beast of hers on me and I'll... I'll... ugh." There were no bitchy comebacks today from Alex. So he just sighed defeatedly. "Just don't, okay, guys?"
Alex straightened himself back up and sorted his own appearance in the mirror. He'd put a lot of care (and money) into his suit. It was a three piece. A dress shirt, a lovely, cream waistcoat with a satin design and a coat, along with a emerald cravat and amplifier knob cuff links.
"You look great, Chase. Stay that way. I'm not gonna be chasing after you like some mum hellbent on cleaning your face with my own spit. 'Kay?"That'd probably be too much. "You all ready, Brent? Need me to fuss over you too?"
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 9, 2012 3:05:36 GMT
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