The first kiss…

***Dayle***

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Let's just say, let bygones be bygones, I'd never have Chrissy. That kiss was a mistake, but how is it a mistake if I don't regret it? Why is her lips so different? Why do I even want it? It's not fair, is it? I can't get her off my head or my mind, I went as far as blocking her, I didn't want anything to do with her but she's overruling and so I unblock her. Staring into this mirror on my father’s big makes me sick, I'm constantly reminded that I want to see her face too. I had to plead with Egan not to bring her over to the wedding because Dad would not want so much crowd, it's all a lie, Dad doesn't give ten fucks who comes in and goes out as far as no one gets hurt or harmed. Dad opted that I be his best man, everyone is cool with it, including his new wife and I'm just yet to meet her daughter, my supposed stepsister. Fuck.
“Chill out man, you look heavenly. I suggest that you get married to Amber soon, she's very desperate for the ring and honeymoon.” Egan teases and we smile
“She misses that dick too!” Steve adds and I nudge him playfully. I didn't want any Hemsville student present except for the staff which is beyond my power. My friends are the only important ones after all. They respect my decision and so they invite no one. Thankfully. A knock interrupts the conversation, I see Dad plopping his head through the fraction.
“Hey, big guys!” he hollers and we smile at him.
“You look awesome, Mr. O, is that Versace?” Steve asks with a faint smile.
“Oh, what did you think? Being over forty doesn't mean I'm dead, I'm bubbling and bustling!” Dad says pocketing his hand and they laugh. They love to be around simply because he loosens up a bit around them.
“That's so cool, Mr. O!” Egan adds, and then he pokes Steve’s side so that they'd leave to give us some space. They exit the room at once and my Dad walks up to me, I turn to him fully as he beams. He adjusts my bow tie.
“I remember the day I got married to Vee, we tied the knot in Italy when joined us; it was the happiest thing in the world. Our years were fruitful until things started to change... We could handle certain but still, we never stopped loving each other. She made me strong, stronger than I thought.” he heaves a deep sigh and pockets his hands while I listen to him speak. “When she passed away, I thought that it had ended. I was feral and broken, but you remind me of her, I promised to love and take care of you no matter what happens. Then I met Lena, we got to talk. She was going through similar heartbreak, her husband beats her up until the day that he left.” he stops. I rub his arm lightly and beams at me. “She consoled me—we consoled each other and then we fell in love. Lena is a good woman, she'd make a good mother. She'd take care of you and that is what matters to me the most. Dayle, we've not had the best relationship but as time goes on; we’d fix it. I'll fix it. The most important thing to me is that you blessed this union, I'd also need you to love them as your new family—don’t rush, time would help us heal, Dayle. I love you, son!” he says
“I love you too, Dad. Oh, the groom!” I teased and we hug tightly, it hasn't been ages since we hugged because he hugged the time he met me at the school clinic.
“Let's drive you to the church!”

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The procession has begun, I'm standing next to my father, he's smiling and I'm trying to do the same, Uncle Festo and Dom are next to me, I can see my friends in the small congressional, his wife’s supporters are there as well and I have no idea what my supposed stepsister looks like. I'm curious but I don't care that much. The minstrels are doing just fine, the pianist and violinist are all great, makes me wonder if Dad had ordered a look-alike Opera show. The double does are flung open, the cute flower girls start walking in casting the flowers for the bride to step on, and the bride walks in carrying along a gigantic wedding dress that's of Gucci, it's classy and expensive, and Dad loves to please his women. Tightly holding onto her bouquet, her face covered with a veil. She looks prettier than I had imagined. And it doesn't end there, I see a young girl behind her—that must be her daughter and then there's another young woman behind. The procession is taking longer than I had pictured but it's worth it, I mean the groom being my father is not bothered in the slightest.
Wait, someone wake me the fucking fuck up. I must be blind or something, I'm not able to fathom to turn of events since I'm staring at someone I recognize, someone I love.
“...We are gathered here today...”
The priest starts and the young girl is also staring back at me, perplexed. I split my gazes in the direction of my friends. They are signaling me as well, they are seeing what I'm seeing. Their gazes are questionable and so is mine, I try to gather up myself once more.
“...I, Lena Horton, take you Owen Theodore as my...”
Wait, Is that Chrissy? Chrissy Horton? Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! I don't realize the time my eyes start to form tears, we've recently had a lengthy hearty argument and now this fucking happens? I hate this. I hate this right now, I swear on my fucking life. How did I not gather up the pieces? I should have gone with Dad to have known who the stepsister was, but it's not even worth it. Do I now cancel it? No. I don't know what to fucking do. I feel so cold and disorderly.
“...by the power vested in me by our heavenly father, I hereby declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride...” the priest says and they kiss. I need to get out of here as soon as possible or else I'm going to cause a scene, I'm not good at handling disappointments. The congregation cheers them on and I try to force a smile, Chrissy’s eyes are attacking mine and it's plunging deeper than I can think of.
The procession ends as we exit the church, even the confetti hovering over us is terrifying right now. When it's time to drive the couple to the reception hall, Uncle Festo carries on with it, Dom, and Chrissy join them in the limousine but the wife's mother and the other lady take another car while I join my friends in Steve’s Benz. The others do know how to transport themselves, Dad has everything covered only if you are unable.
“Holy fuck! Jeez Dayle, did you know?” Egan asks
“I didn't see this coming, not even in my wildest thoughts!” Steve adds, driving.
“Beats me. I know no shit, this has got to be some dream, I wanna the fuck up!” I tell them, disheveled as I am, I can't think straight or give the right answers, we are all confused.
“This has got to be a fucking joke, it's not true, is it?! Fuck!!!!!” I scream out
“Jeez man, easy!” Steve says. “E, did you know that Chrissy’s Mom was gonna get married to Dayle’s Dad?”
“How do I fucking know? If I had known, wouldn't I spit shit as it is? C’mon, I'm caught off guard like he is—like we are!” Egan is pissed off too.
“Let's... Not talk about it, at least until the reception is over... Like fucking over!!! Can it happen?” I ask and they start mumbling. “Fuck, guys! Can it fucking happen?” I ask again and they nod very faintly, if I want to look closely I would doubt it.
We pull over at the parking space, Fad rented an entire garden that had to be turned for the wedding, that's not even my problem. My problem is, how the fuck did this happen?
My new Mom had taken off her gigantic dress and now they wearing a white dress that's open back, sleeveless and strapless, it defines her contours, she's wearing Chanel jewelry and shoes too—I understand where Chrissy got all that beauty from. They look like sisters if I hadn't known that there's a span of a lengthy age difference.
Then I see Chrissy, she's talking with her Grandma and aunt perhaps, she's wearing a pitch dress, it's open back too but it has got thin straps, she's wearing a model-like makeover, her is a rolled up ponytail with several details, her jewelry and shoes are Chanel as well, which makes me wonder if she's got the intention of getting married today. I'm wondering if she's concerned about the whole thing, does she feel hurt as I am feeling? What am I ate going to do? Act like we are siblings? Siblings who kissed and wants to badly fuck each other—speaking for myself anyways. I don't know how to go about these things, it's fucking my brain up. I'm moving mad in my head.
“Dayle, are you okay?”
Dad snaps me out, I didn't realize that he was this close. I nod positively and he says that we have to be on the dancefloor, to know each other. I'm going to freak out of I have to dance with Chrissy and perhaps talk.