July 1nd, 2012
4:15 PM
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It was a Monday. To everyone else, that meant another gruesome day at work in the office. 9 out of 10 could easily say this is the worst day of the week, but really, is it? There was also Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday as well. What about those? Are they worthless and gruesome as well, or happy days? To Shea, this Monday was a happy day. She had just received her match the Friday before, and finally got in contact with him after several days. They decided in unison that they just wanted to meet at the aisle, rather than before. Shea was okay with this. Spontaneity is the spur that gets that moment going.

So, here she was, sitting in the women's dressing room. It was a generally busy place, women coming in and out. She came early so she made sure she had enough time to get ready. There were your bridezillas there, freaking out at the last minute, while others were nervous and puking their brains out before the wedding start. However, there was the occasional one who was ready and hid her nervousness. Shea was keeping her cool the best she could. No doubt, she was nervous about the whole thing. For goodness sake, she didn't even know what the guy she was going to be marrying was like, or even looked like. To combat this feeling, she got herself ready, slipping into her dress with a little help from one of the ladies working for the chapel. Whoever decided to put the zipper directly in the back didn't know what they were thinking.

As time kept going, and her wedding was coming closer and closer, the nervousness was beginning to get to her. She tried to put it aside since she was excited for this. She needed this. She was adventuresome and this was definitely an adventure. Early in the day she had gotten her hair done. Very small, white flowers weaved through her hair in a beautiful arrangement, highlighting that brown hair of hers. Now, as she finished up getting ready, she slipped the sparking bracelet on and her claddagh ring on, before straightening herself up before going out the door. Make-up was on and everything was done. Shea picked up her dress a little, slipping those heels of hers on, then went over to the door. She took a deep breath, then opened the door, walking out to the back of the chapel, awaiting her turn.

The people had disappeared. Obviously, many had gone through with their ceremonies and were pretty much off on honeymoons of their own. As for Shea, it was just starting. She stood in the back, trying to keep herself at bay while she waited. It was going to be a long ceremony. She could tell this easily.

Buddy decided to get ready at his place, it wouldn't have taken him long to get ready anyway and he didn't really want to get changed in the overcrowded male changing room at the chapel, it was full of cocky men, who brag about how hot their match is, it's like they're in constant competition with each other and it annoyed him. He never tried to be better than anyone else, he was who he was, why should he change that? He thought all women were beautiful in their own way, unless their personality was ugly, it always showed on the outside too. He'd never brag about his wife, but instead compliment her, but he would never lie, he wouldn't say anything if he didn't mean it. Buddy was stood up once at the altar and once before they even got to the chapel, so he was understandably nervous, he didn't want it to happen a third time, he has had enough heartbreak in his life, he didn't need anymore. Some people could call him a softy, but he believed in love, although he had yet to experience it, he felt a bit like that guy Ewan Mcgregor played in the film Moulin Rouge.

He fixed his hair in the mirror and headed off to the chapel, their wedding slot was coming up and he needed to be there before his bride did. He hated the whole 'in, out' process, it was rushed and just didn't feel right. In his mind it was better getting married in Vegas, at least you didn't get booted out straight after saying "I do". Although The Vow's chapel wasn't as tacky as some Vegas chapels and he'd rather get married by a proper official than a guy dressed up as Elvis with a bad accent.

He arrived and gave his name to a women with a clipboard "you're next, just go to the top of the aisle, your bride will be in shortly" Buddy froze for a moment, she just confirmed that his bride had indeed shown up! He couldn't believe it, maybe things were going to be different. He done a little dance in his head, before walking up the top of the aisle with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. He now hoped this girl was going to be nice and not take advange of his feelings, he has had enough of that to last him a lifetime. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the organ player as he started playing the wedding march."this is it" he thought as he looked nervously over to the door, waiting for it to open and reveal his mystery bride.

So, here it was now, going on five o'clock in the afternoon. It was time to make her way down the aisle. She was moved into place right behind the door that led into the chapel. Her bouquet was in her left hand, a simple bouquet of white roses with a ribbon tightly tied around to keep them together. She looked down at herself now, nervous as can be, trying to keep calm as she thought about what she was about to do. She was about to marry someone she didn't know. This was a first in her life. She knew nothing about him, other than his name, and what his voice sounded like to a certain extent. No picture, no anything. In a way, it was like Christmas, unwrapping a present to see what the present really is inside. This was exactly how it felt at this point.

Soon enough, the wedding march was beginning. She could hear it through the door, and with that, the door opened. It was time to do this. She could see her father, and relatives from her father's side of the family sitting in some of the pews. There wasn't a whole lot of family around on her father's side. The relatives were more on her non-existant mother's side.

I can do this, she told herself in her mind. She began to walk, putting the best smile she could on her face. For goodness sake, it was her wedding day. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Hopefully it would be. Everyone stood as traditional in a wedding, turning toward the bride as she would walk down the aisle. Her father looked like the proudest guy in the crowd. He was proud of his little girl. He looked on the verge of happy tears as she made her way down the aisle. After a minute or two, she was finally at the altar. Her eyes met with the man of whom she would be marrying, this Buddy Malloy. She couldn't help but smile. He looked like he was harmless, and a nice guy just by looks, but then again, looks can be deceiving. As she stood beside him, she held out her right hand for him to take. Sometimes, the hand is the connection, the connection that tells you what this will all turn out to be like, good or bad.

Not long afterwards, her focus turned toward the minister as the ceremony began.

Buddy's eyes wouldn't leave the door, he was so looking forward to seeing his new bride, he just didn't want to look away. His heart began to pound as the door opened, he was really nervous , but then as soon as he saw her he relaxed a little, she was beautiful, she had such soft features and that gave him the impression she had a soft, sweet personality too. He hoped so anyway, he shouldn't be so quick making impressions, although, it's a fact that people make their impressions after a mere three seconds of meeting each other, so maybe he was right? He'd find out soon enough.

He took in every inch of her as she walked down the aisle towards him, she looked like a fairytale princess and he did like Disney movies, so that was quite nice. Maybe Cinderella and Snow White mixed together? He shook his head lightly, now was not the time to think about Disney movies. His eyes drifted over to his new brides family and then to his mother and sister lightly weaping, they were such softies. He smiled at them, then looked back at Shea who was almost beside him. She held out her hand and he took it gently in his hand. He looked at her, gave her a small smile and her hand a soft squeeze. He could finally put that ring he had been saving on someones finger.

The official was standing in front of them ready to start the ceramony and all he could think was "please don't let me mess up the vows".

The ceremony was small, nothing real big. Not a whole lot of people were there. To be honest, maybe that was for the best. Less of a nervous feeling when there are less people, so that was for the best in all honesty. Her eyes glanced upon her groom, the smile of his that he gave her confidence that everything would be alright, and didn't appear to be as bad as first thought. The squeeze of his hand to hers was comforting in its own way as well. In a way, it kind of told her without words that everything was alright, and that this would turn out okay in the end.

In a way, Shea was reminded of how he looked like a prince, all regal and elegant in that tuxedo, the red rose a beautiful accent to the whole ensemble. That hair was a wonder to her in a way, with how it stood up like that. Her father always had Shea keep her hair natural without a lot of hair products. As Shea looked to the minister, it was definitely time to get this party moving.

And so, the ceremony went forth. Part of her couldn't wait to get done, and the other part of her said she should just run now, but something about him told her he was a nice guy, despite not knowing him. As time went on, Shea just got more anxious to be done with it. Soon enough, they got to the part of the vows, and the reciting of them was about to being. First, Shea was asked to repeat after the minister, and so she did. "I, Shea Rosalyn Callahan, take you Buddy Malloy, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." she recited, a gentle smile on her face. She was then given the ring she chose out several days ago, lifting his left hand to slip the ring on his ring finger. Then, it was Buddy's turn to recite. This whole thing was almost done, finally.

Buddy always tried to be a nice guy, but no one was perfect and he did have a slight nasty streak, but it was always brought on by getting angered by someone else, just like everyone else. He never claimed to be an angel because that would be a lie. He went out, got drunk and when drunk his humor could be a bit harsh, but he never meant it really, he just couldn't control his mouth. His trust in people, women especially was damaged , so he gets nervous when he sees the girl he is with talking to some other attractive guy and he normally goes off in a huff and uses the whole slient treatment, he just couldn't help it he had been hurt so much in the past by women. Everyone had their flaws and Buddy was no exception.

As the minister started talking, he didn't look at him, he was admiring his new fairytale princess bride. She looked very beautiful and he felt so lucky that he got to get her down the aisle, give her his last name and to give her the wedding ring he had held on to for so long. That was just on looks though, she may look like a disney princess but have a personality of a disney villian, he wouldn't know until he got her alone. They could talk to each other, swap stories and just get to know each other and who knows, a beautiful relationship could sprout.

When Shea was asked to say her vows, he turned his body to face her properly and held both of her hands. He looked into her eyes as she said them and he couldn't help but smile. Then he held his hand out for her to slip the ring onto his finger. Now, it was his turn, he took a deep breath then began to speak "I, Buddy Riley Malloy, take you Shea Rosalyn Callahan, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part" he smiled and then his slightly shaking fingers put the ring on her finger. He has had that ring for years, waiting to find the right women to put it on and now was the right time to finally use it.

Vows are one of the most important parts of the wedding. They’re very sincere and even though generic in some ways, they still express the things that original ones include. In the case of this wedding, it was generic, but still, it meant something more than that. Somehow, Shea had a good feeling about this, despite what she felt earlier. In her eyes, he had this soft, friendly feeling about him much different from other guys she’s been with before. They seemed to say, “I want to be your friend,” and “I won’t hurt you. I mean no harm.” This brightened Shea’s thoughts and expression as she stood before him, hands connected to his. There was this part of her that felt that she had no reason to be nervous anymore, and so, the little bit of shaking from nervousness after her part in putting the ring on his finger disappeared.

It seemed like it was only yesterday that she was living with her dad in San Francisco, waiting for the next thing to come, and now here she was, getting married. Now it was time for Buddy to recite his vows though. As he did, she listened with careful ears, and gentle eyes. His voice was very masculine, but beautiful, if that were a word to describe a man’s voice. She wanted to get to know this Buddy, and perhaps, this relationship between them would blossom like a rose. It was only a simple bud right now, but could become much more.

Shea felt him taking her left hand, slipping the beautiful diamond ring on her ring finger. She could not stop staring at it. It was one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry she had ever seen, sparkling in the natural sunlight that came through the windows and glass in the room. It was more than just a diamond in the rough to her. Her eyes went from Buddy to the ring, adoring it. Soon, her attention then went back to Buddy, and then the minister.

The minister had them face forward. Even so, she turned her head to look to Buddy before the crowd. “I am proud to announce for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Buddy and Shea Malloy,” the minister announced, “You may now kiss the bride.” The kiss...the most awkward part of the wedding, more particularly because she was kissing a guy she didn’t even know. By the looks of him though, it could be better than she thought for someone she didn't know.

The vows had been said and Buddy actually found himself generally meaning it, he was prepared to look after her, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health and maybe the love will come, he wasn't ruling it out. She was a beautiful girl and he could feel kindness radiating off her. No one was perfect though and he wasn't going to start thinking it, he wasn't perfect either and he knew that. He wanted to be Shea's friend, help her out and be there for her and he wanted to see what could come out of that, maybe something special. When he looked at her, he saw her physically relax, which made him relax, he must have been doing something right.

Buddy really hoped that Shea liked the ring, he loved it and it caught his eye as soon as he saw it in the shop, which is why he decided to keep it and hold it for whenever he got married, because he kept a positive mind set and hoped he would get married one day. It fit Shea perfectly and it looked good on her, so, he was pleased he got it. He loved the way it let off rainbow light everytime the sun hit it, it was magical, it really was like a disney film, no matter how stupid he felt thinking that, it really was. He couldn't keep looking at his bride, he flashed her his one dimpled smile and squeezed her hand gently once more before looking at the minister.

This was the words he thought he'd never hear "Mr. and Mrs. Buddy and Shea Malloy" he had given a women his last name. Something he never thought he'd get to do. It was the kiss time and he couldn't just keep her hanging, but then again it wasn't hard to want to kiss her, her lips looked soft and perfectly formed. So without a second thought, he leant in and kissed her softly on the lips for a moment, then pulled away "nice to meet you Mrs. Malloy" he chuckled lightly.

Everything was coming to it's end, and what a beautiful ceremony it had been. Shea's father had been there, and she could definitely see a river flowing from her father's weary eyes as she stood up there. She periodically got a glance of it. Now she looked toward Buddy, their future in their own hands. No spouse is a perfect spouse, but it seemed like things would oddly work for them, or at least in Shea's mind. She felt relaxed at the moment, especially when he saw Buddy's face, his smile in particular. It kept her calm and relaxed.

It felt weird to her, with how she was no longer a Callahan, but a Malloy...Mrs. Malloy it is. However, she was a Callahan at heart, and that was a good thing. On top of that, it was time for that kiss to seal the deal. She felt him pull her in as his lips touched against her, following through with the kiss that he gave. Odd to say, but it was a nice kiss. Nothing super sensual or anything like that, but more of a "Hello" to her. She liked it. As the kiss ended, she wished it wouldn't of. She listened to him as he spoke, the sounding of Mrs. Malloy like a foreign language to her ears. It was just so weird to be called that, but she laughed along lightly with him after he said it. "And what a charm it is to meet you, Mr. Malloy" she said in return.

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