The month had passed and now Addison was on her way to a hotel in Pittsburgh, why the hell was the face of the National Hockey League getting married in the middle of October when hockey season started in late September. It took her three hours to pack a bag for a weekend, and the hardest part was the dress. She finally picked a strapless dress that was a deep purple and it had a black ribbon that was around the waist, with a bow in the front. She was going to wear black heals.
Checking in at the hotel she heard a voice that she had heard before.
“NO, I am not talking to him, why would I, I have nothing to say. He’s dead to me actually. You have met this bitch Max, you know how the hell she treats him, she treats him like he’s shit, he’s my brother, he deserves someone like Addison, not Summer, Summer deserves Ovechkin, and even then I would feel bad for the guy,” Dragging her bag behind her Addison pulled it along, with a shoulder bag on her shoulder, rounding a corner she sees Taylor and Max, Max looks tired and defeated while Taylor looked like she could kill someone. “And there is no way in hell I am being in this shit-show wedding, they all look like pastries, disgusting I tell you.”
I slip into an elevator invisible, that was goal for the weekend, to not be seen, or heard, be at the wedding, and leave, quick and easy.
Waking up in the morning sucked, I never liked it, even when my coach decided to have 6 am practice. I also wasn’t a morning person, which made this day even worse, because I am guessing Summer is. The wedding started at 11 o’clock and I wanted to shot someone, or something. Rolling out of bed I took a shower asleep still, and straightened my curly hair, and then pinned it back only half asleep. Walking out the door of my hotel room I glanced at myself. She was sexy, but wedding material.
Walking into the church was probably the funniest thing I had ever scene in my life. There was pink, everywhere. Pink bows on the ends of the rows of seats, pink flowers draped everywhere. I was late, so there were only seats in the back. The place was packed. She could see Trina and Troy, along with the ‘Nana’s’ and Taylor. I sat down next to a group of guys complaining about the wedding, and surprisingly the bride. “Is this taken?” I asked nicely with a smile.
“Sure thing,” the guy smiled. He must be a hockey player he is sitting with Mike and Hilary, I thought. I waved to The Comrie’s and the other started talking “I’m Kris, and this is Mike and his wife Hillary,” Mike and Hillary smiled and Kris went on “Are you on the right side umm…”
“Addison, and yes I am on the right side, I was a childhood friend.”
“She is The Addison,” Hilary whispered to Kris. I smiled, and before he could ask me the music started to play and Sidney and walked out of the doors in the back. He smiled, but it wasn’t genuine, he wasn’t happy I could see and so could Kris, Mike, and Hilary.
“You are so much better then Summer, and I don’t even know you,” Kris whispered into my ear. I blushed and turned to him.
“You are right, you don’t know me,” I winked and cringed, there was too much pink. I got bored easily and started to whisper-talk to Kris.
“She’s a bitch, she yells at Sid if he goes to the hospital to visit children, signs too many autographs, if she’s cold in a rink. But it’s perfectly fine if she goes and sleeps around, Sid looks the other way. You are Addison, right? He’s still in love with you, I know, take it from me. Yea I might not be in the wedding, but that’s because I told Summer off,” he chuckles “do you still love him?”
“We went through a lot. I will always love Sidney,” I now laugh. “My good friend from home wants me to speak now, but if Summer is as viscous as I hear I am afraid.” The music plays again and the march of bridesmaids starts, and then Summer and her Father start down the aisle. Snotty. She wore a dress that looked like Princess Diana’s, I couldn’t hold in my giggles, and neither could Kris, Mike, or Hilary.
“Do it,” Kris whispers, and we calm down for the ceremony.
“We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.” The preacher starts. A person coughs, “Marriage is a solemn institution to be held in honor by all, it is the cornerstone of the family and of the community. It requires of those who undertake it a complete and unreserved giving of one's self. It is not to be entered into lightly, as marriage is a sincere and mutual commitment to love one another. This commitment symbolizes the intimate sharing of two lives and still enhances the individuality of each of you.”
My mind was racing, I should, I shouldn’t, he loves me, and he loves me not. Would we work, or wouldn’t we. Kris nudged me, and whispered, “He still has pictures of the two of you, so happy, so in love. He needs you, not Summer. Screw the bitch.”
The preacher looks up, pushes his skinny wire glasses up with his middle finger, and says “If a person shall have reason to doubt of the lawfulness of the proposed Marriage, may demand sufficient surety for his indemnification: but if no impediment shall be alleged, or suspected. If anyone does not see that this marriage is right, please speak now,” Kris nudges me, I gulp, and slowly rise. People gasp, and someone from the grooms party yells ‘Hell yes! I receive death stares from Summer’s side; my hands start to shake because all eyes are on me. I am looking straight at Sidney and Sidney looks directly at me. Summer yells, “This is an outrage! Sidney doesn’t listen to her! Someone get her out of here!”
“I don’t do this,” I start “I……I” I look at Kris, he nods and winks. I get a boost of confidence. “Don’t say yes, runaway now. Look at yourself, your not happy, look at your sister, she’s not happy for you, no one likes Summer. You need someone who understands, you,” I gulp “You need someone like me. So give let’s give our relationship another chance, so don’t say yes, meet me in the front of the church where your horse and buggie is.” Sidney didn’t wait, he ran to the back of the church, where I was, he grabbed my checks, and looked directly into my eyes.
“Thank you,” he mutters and he closes the gap between us and his soft bee stung lips touch mine. Moments later he breaks away, and rubs his fingers over the scare on my forehead.
By this time Summer was screaming at Sidney to get back up to the alter, the groomsmen were yelling, Taylor was screaming out joy, Sidney laughed and whispers, “Stay with me, and let’s get out of here.” He takes my hand and leads me out of the church.
This chapter was great! The church sceen was too funny!
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