2014

You were in your dressing room. Alone. You were getting married. Right now. This was happening. Your wedding party had been sent away, for now. To their own dressing room to get ready. And so you could have a moment to yourself.

You and Patrick got together in 2006. Right after his band skyrocketed and everyone knew them. You knew Fall Out Boy, sure, but you weren't a fan. You two met through mutual friends. Started dating, and got engaged 2 or so years ago. Now was the wedding. In a venue that was almost celestial. Very 2014, you'd see in a couple years.

You thought you looked great. Your hair was done nicely, the outfit you were soon to be married in nicely pressed and smooth, with beautiful detailing. No, you didn't think you looked great, you looked damn fine.

You and Patrick weren't doing a first look at the altar. He said he was too emotional for that. You agreed, he was too emotional for that. So it wasn't surprising when you heard a knock, and muffled words behind the door. Of your future husband.

"Can I come in? If not that's fine- we still have 20 minutes before it starts..."