Words could not describe how much I was in love with her. Just everything about her was perfect for me. She fit into all the little pieces of me that needed filling in. She fixed the hole in my heart. She was everything I needed. She was perfect.
I sat on the edge of our bed as I pulled on my short black boots. I was trying to convince my fiancée of coming with me to my 10 year high school reunion. We had dated for the past seven or so years and recently became engaged. No one except one of my closer friends from high school knew that I was bisexual and I felt this was a good way to show them I was. Not like it really mattered I guess though. I mean, I didn’t really care what they said and no matter what I was marrying my girlfriend. Nonetheless, I still wanted to go.
“Puh-lease come with me.” I whined to her while she pulled out her clothes for the day.
“Ugh. No. I don’t want to.” She grumbled again. “You hated school functions in high school, so why do you want to go now?”
“Cuz I get to parade my beautiful finacee around!” I exclaimed happily. Hopping up from the bed, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her neck, saying quietly, “Plus I’ll finally get to slow dance with you in a dance setting.”
I saw her smirk before replying, “You really wanna slow dance with me.”
Nodding my head, I snuggled it into her neck. I softly kissed it and bit lightly; the tension in her body loosened and she wrapped her arms around me. Her voice was a little husky as she spoke and I knew I had won her over, “Okay. Fine. You win. And not just cuz you bit me.”
“Oh no?” I asked slightly seductively before biting her neck again.
I heard her let out a small sigh and reply, “No. It’s cuz I love you in cowgirl boots.”
I let out a small giggle before kissing her on the lips. “Thank you sweetheart. I love you.”
“Mhmm. I love you too.” She almost muttered as she took this as a time to push me back on the bed and start kissing me.
Within the next week, we both had gone dress shopping and made hotel reservations for my high school reunion. Currently we lived two states over from where our old high school, so we knew that it’d be a weekend getaway for the two of us — something the two of us surely didn’t mind.
We didn’t have any issues driving down or even checking in, which had me slightly worried. I half expected to have something go wrong because the last time we came back in town, there were some issues.
It had been when we came back to tell our parents we were engaged. Neither had taken to kindly to the idea; both sides seemed still in disbelief (after about six and half years of dating) that we were in love. Little did they know that we had fallen in love before we had even gotten together officially; it had been when we were best friends only. Eventually though, they became okay with our marriage, but still they seemed hesitant.
When we got up to the room, I just sprawled out on the queen size bed. Instantly seizing the opportunity, my fiancee bounced onto the bed next to me.
“Hey there beautiful.” She smiled at me.
Curling up closer to her as she wrapped her arms around me I replied, “Hmm…hey darling. Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
“Only every five minutes.” She giggled back before kissing me.
Words could not describe how much I was in love with her. Just everything about her was perfect for me. She fit into all the little pieces of me that needed filling in. She fixed the hole in my heart. She was everything I needed. She was perfect.
The next morning we woke up around ten, which was late for me. Normally I was up and out of bed by nine, but this morning, I decided to enjoy the comfort of my fiancee’s arms around me.
That day we didn’t do much because we had to be at our old high school by five o’clock. So we just laid out by the pool until about three and then went back in to get ready.
My fiancee was still complaining about going though when I stepped out of the bathroom in my dress for that evening.
“Do we have to go?” She called out as she fixed her hair with a curling iron, “I mean, we could just stay here in the hotel room and have fun on our own…”
“No, we have to go. We already paid.” I reminded her.
“Ya, but it wasn’t that expensive, was it?” She turned around, “Wow.”
My dress was all black and clung to my body up until my hips, where it poofed out ever so slightly with a tulle like material down to my mid calfs. I had pulled small parts of my hair back from the sides and curled them. My makeup was all natural colours, but I had decided to wear my contacts—a rare occurance.
I felt myself blush before replying, “Wow yourself. You look absolutely gorgeous.”
And she did.
Her turquoise dress went down to her calfs as well, but had so much sparkle on it you almost had to shield your eyes. But the sparkle matched the glitter of the light eyeshadow she was wearing as well as the diamond earrings I had bought her for our second anniversary. Her hair was curled as well, but all down at her sides as it curved beautifully up into her face. She had added a tad bit of blush to her cheeks, something she didn’t need really because I knew of ways to make her blush.
“No. You look even more beautiful. I just look like me. But you…I don’t know if I’m going to let you go out looking like this.” She warned as she walked over to me.
Giggling, I answered her, “You look amazingly gorgeous. No matter what you think. And thank you. But we do have to go out. You know that I only have eyes for you.”
“Ya, but that doesn’t mean you can stop people from having their eyes all over you.” She defended.
I sighed. She was always worried that I was going to leave her or that someone was going to take me from her. We had issues in the past, but not about one of us going off with another person. Nothing was ever going to take me from her again. Never. “I love you. That’s all that matters.”
I watched frown as she struggled to keep her jealousy under control. “Fine. I love you too.”
Quickly kissing her, we decided to head to the high school.
It only took us about ten minutes to get there and when we did, I was surprised to see the parking lot already quite full.
The closer we got to the gym, the more nervous I became. I was confident and comfortable enough in my sexuality finally, but there was still a part of me that felt like any one of them could tear me down. I never was a very strong person.
“Breathe.” I heard my fiancee whisper in my ear as we walked into the gym.
Taking a deep breath we walked over to the check in table. Sitting there was a girl I didn’t recognize. Well at least at first. When we got closer, I realized it had been a girl I had been in girl scouts with and was part of the ASB committee when I was a senior.
“Hi!” She beamed happily at me, “Ohmigosh, how are you?”
I smiled nervously before replying, “H-hi. I’ve been good, you?”
“Excellent!” Her perky attitude almost seeming fake. She highlighted my name off of a list and handed me two name tags, “Here are name tags for you and your,” She hesitated as she looked at my fiancee, “Friend…”
“Fiancee.” My darling corrected her as she happily took the name tags from her.
“Oh.” Was the only reply that we got from her the rest of the evening, followed by awkward glances and glares.
After writing our names down and labeling ourselves, we headed towards the center of the gym.
The bleachers were pushed back and tables and chairs lined the outside of the gym. At the far end was a table set up of food and drinks, while the centre was being used as a dance floor.
I surveyed the area and saw there were teachers from my graduating class intermixing with the alumni. I didn’t know what to do. I was always so horrible in social situations.
“Come on.” My fiancee pulled my arm, “Let’s go say hi to some of your…and well some of our…old teachers.”
We went to my old history teacher first. He didn’t react badly at all to my fiancee, in fact, he actually congratulated us and asked if he could come to the wedding. Next we went and saw our old English teacher. She was surprised to see my fiancee with me because we had been a few years apart, but after we explained we were engaged, she understood immediately.
“I actually figured there was something going on between you two.” She laughed, “I always overheard her talking about you during class, but thought it was another person!”
I smiled nervously and blushed. I was so terrible at this. Why had I wanted to come?
Yes. I wanted to show everyone my beautiful bride, but why did I have to be so darn shy?
“Sweetheart,” my fiancee whispered to me as we got to the punch bowl, “Breathe. Everything is going well. You’re too worried.”
“I know.” I almost whined, “You know me though. I just feel like something’s going to go wrong.”
“I know. That’s why I’m telling you, it’s not.” She kissed me lightly on the lips, “So far, so good. Everyone we’ve talked to has pretty much had good responses. Why are you so worried?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed and looked at my punch. It was swirling in the cup, just like my insides. Why was I so nervous? I had nothing to be nervous about. “You’re right. Who cares what anyone thinks when I have you at my side.”
“Exactly!” She exclaimed cheerfully, “Now do you think I could leave you alone for a couple of minutes? I need to use the restroom and maybe threaten some guys over in that corner. They were looking at you in ways only I’m allowed to look at you.”
“Of course darling. I love you.” I chuckled.
She mouthed an I love you as she walked away. I smiled as I watched her leave and realize how much she means to me. She was always there to make things better. She understood how my crazy, worrisome mind worked and always knew how to handle me. Like I said, she’s perfect for me.
“Hey!” I voice called out and broke my train of thought. Looking in the sound of the voice I saw my ex-best friend. We had been “best friends” since about first grade, but after we hit high school, we couldn’t have been more different.
“Oh…hi.” I said clearing my throat that for some reason sounded shaky.
“How have you been? It’s been so long since we’ve talked.” She said smiling.
She had changed so much since when we had been friends. Hanging out with the wrong crowds, doing the wrong things, associating with people I didn’t want to be with. I honestly wondered why I had even been friends with her in the first place at times.
“Uhm…I’ve been really good. Graduated from college a few years ago and now I’m working,” Should I tell her? I thought quickly, “And I’m engaged.”
She had been nodding her head along with what I was saying and when the word engaged left my lips her eyebrows rose, “Wow! Really? You never had a boyfriend in school! Who’s the lucky guy?”
I chuckled and ignored the rub as I answered, “Not a guy. My best friend.” I looked over at my fiancee who was smiling at me as she walked back, “Her.”
I watched as my ex-best friend’s mouth dropped open, “You’re gay? Well that explains things.”
“Bisexual.” I said curtly.
“Mhmm. Sure.” She said rolling her eyes in disbelief. I bit my tongue to hold back any anger. I didn’t want to start a fight at this special event. “But really? Her? She’s…not very attractive.”
“She’s gorgeous.” I spit back at her. No one called my fiancee unattractive. No one. “She’s the most beautiful, amazing, caring, wonderful, loving person I know. And she means the world to me.”
“Wow…okay then.” She said quietly, looking at me like I was crazy. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
My fiancee came up and grabbed my clenched fist at my side and wormed her fingers inside of mine. She smiled at my ex-best friend who walked away. I could have sworn I heard her say something about being a crazy dyke under her breath.
“Come on outside.” My fiancee whispered to me. I don’t think she heard my ex-best friend, because if she had, I am pretty sure there would have been bloodshed.
We walked outside into the cool night breeze. There was no one outside except a few star in the sky. The cool air helped calm my growing anger, but only slightly. I felt like any little thing would set me off now.
“You okay?” My fiancee asked me.
She pulled me into a tight hug before I could reply. Her lips then landed on mine and I felt the recent stress and tension from the situation disappear. Pulling away a little she asked again, “How are you now, I should say?”
Practically purring, I answered, “Much better, now that I’m with you again.”
“Good.” She whispered quietly.
The music that was playing in the gym had carried out into the little courtyard where we stood. The upbeat tempo had stopped now and changed to a slower paced song. We began swaying to the music as we held each other. At first I didn’t recognize the song, but as soon as I did, I gasped quietly.
“What? What’s wrong?” My fiancee asked me with concern as we stopped dancing for a moment.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I had us continue dancing as I explained, “It’s just this song. It’s the song.”
She gave me a confused look as she tried to listen to the lyrics more.
“It’s the song that made me decide to tell you I had feelings for you. I kept hearing it and it just kept haunting me until finally I cracked and had to tell you.”
“What song is it? I can’t hear it.”
” ‘Can’t Fight This Feeling.’ ” I chuckled quietly. “What started out as friendship has grown stronger. I only wish I had the strength to let it show. It took me a while, but finally I got the strength.”
“You’re so cute.” She whispered quietly as she pulled me closer. “I love you. So much.”
Cuz I feel so secure when we’re together. You give my life direction. You make everything so clear.
Snuggling into her neck I whispered, “I love you too darling.”
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