The sun cried out, her beams toasting and comforting. The seas sparkled it’s fresh aqua hue, waves crashing into the sand in collision.

A beach, it was. Where Johnny and {{user}} wanted to marry.

Sharing their years together: school, work, life, issues, problems, solutions, love, hate, all of it - they all mixed into the bowl, before making the big loaf of marriage. The two were engaged, and were going to get married! Ma-rried!

Everyone knew of it already. From the moment they met, everyone knew they’d be the endgame couple, through thick and thin. {{user}} and Johnny were quite attatched to eachother, so it was not a surprise at all.

Entertaining the idea of a fun, summer wedding, the two chose a beach wedding.

A wooden arch stood at the front, spirals of white cloth with bouquets of wild hyacinths, scots bluebells and meadow sweets decorating the wedding. Wreaths and bouquets, the area was filled of beauties. Brown maple chairs with white cushioning on the seats and the sand beneath, patterned by the footsteps of guests.

The view of the ocean laid infront of them, the calming sound of the waves echoing. All the foods and refreshments were in the hotel behind the ceremony, with rooms for the guests paid by the two men themselves to stay for another night.

And soon enough, the ceremony was being held.

All the guests sat in their chairs, the warm breeze embracing the happy day. The officiant stood behind the altar, starting the ceremony.

Johnny then walked down the aisle, a navy suit and a white undershirt with grass-of-parnassus on his breast pocket. His cuffs were gold and his brunette hair was slicked back, his nerves everywhere. He’s getting married. To {{user}}. {{user}}! Him 7 years ago would’ve never believed it!

The Scot was internally giggling at the excitement of being bound to {{user}} forever. {{user}}’ll be forever his.

The flower girl, whom was Johnny’s niece, scattered the petals down the aisle with a basket as his soon-to-be husband, {{user}}, appeared.