All We Were

I Do... Not.

Nervous was probably the understatement of the century when it came to what Sprig was feeling. She wanted to hyperventilate, but here she was standing outside of the church waiting to walk into what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life.

Only, it didn't feel like the best day of her life. It felt more like a nightmare. It's not that she didn't care for Nathan, really she did. It was that she cared for him in a brotherly sort of way and she was just now realizing this.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick." She muttered to herself. She had really fucked up now, she thought.

Just then Chyanne walked back out and came towards her. "Everything okay, Sprig?" She said with concern on her face.

"Um. No, nothing's okay right now. I'm freaking the fuck out. I don't want to go in there, I don't want to marry Nathan. I just don't---" she was rambling.

Chyanne nodded, there wasn't anything she could have said to Sprig to talk her into going into that church and marrying Nathan. Chyanne turned on her heels, probably going to get Enya.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before she heard the doors open again. It was Chyanne followed by Enya. Great. Just great, she wasn't going to have a sister meeting right now. Now was not the time.

"What's going on Sprig?" Enya asked kneeling down beside her. "You're getting your dress all dirty."

"Enya I can't go in there. I can't marry him. He isn't what I'm looking for and the more I sit our here, the more I know I'm not in love with Nathan. I'm just doing it for convience." She blurted out.

Enya seemed taken back by that for a few seconds and then sighed. "Good. I'm am so relieved you said that."

Sprig did a double take, "Good?" She asked moreso confused than she already was.

Enya nodded. "Yeah, I don't like Nathan and knre the minute I met him that he wasn't for you."

Chyanne nodded in the background, mirroring Enya's relief that Sprig was not going to get married today.

Sprig tried to feel relieved but there was just one more problem niggling at her gut. She had to tell Nathan.

As if reading her thoughts, Nathan slipped through the doors and came to sit by Sprig. "You okay honey?"

Nathan was everything that Sprig wasn't. He was clean cut, no rough edges; she wasn't. He was smart and sophisticated, she wasn't.

She'd decided to date him because he was everything she would never go for in a guy and well, at the time, everything she was going for wasn't working out either.

Sighing she looked at him, "No-uh Nathan, look..." She rubbed the sweat from her palms on the cotton of her plain white dress, "I don't think I can do this. I don't want to marry you and I hope you understand. I care for you but it's not love." She rushed it all out.

Nathan sat there and took everything all in. He was processing everything she had just said. At first he looked deeply hurt, but then he laughed.
"What's funny?" Sprig asked when he continued to laugh.

"God. It's just, you know that feeling you get when you've almost made the biggest mistake of your life, but then fate intervenes for you so that you don't have to make a fool of yourself? Life is truly funny, you know?" Now Nathan was the one rambling.

Enya looked at Chyanne and then at Sprig. She tapped Chyanne on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go back inside and start telling everyone. I need to go check on Cato and Ansem anyway, that man is terrified of his own baby. It's been six months and you'd think he'd be okay with just holding him by now."

Sprig turned away from her sisters who were already opening the door. "What do you mean Nathan?"

"Sprig, I am so glad you said something first. We have a mutual feeling about not being in love with each other. At first, I thought I did love you and maybe I was desperate, but now I know we're both all wrong for each other and I am so relieved we figured this out before we actually said I do." He said taking her hand.

Sprig smiled, relief flooding through entire body, "So you're not upset that I got cold feet, literally minutes before I walked down the aisle?"

Nathan just shook his and laughed, "Not in the least. Thank God you said it. We'll always be friends but we can't be like that. It's way too clear."

Sprig faked a wince, "It is isn't it?"

Sitting next to each other, you'd have hardly ever thought they were capable to being married, let alone friends.

Sprig had thick bright red hair that held a crown of flower, it fell just past her breasts, she had these electric hazel eyes and she was wearing heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick. She had her nose pierced and several large tattoos. She was very rocker meets hippie.

Nathan, he was wearing a simple black suit, polished shoes. His hair was cut cleanly and his body didn't have a single tattoo. He wore glasses and worked in accounting.

"Let's be honest Sprig. Your lifestyle is way too wild for me and I would have bored you to death with mine. Really, I'm quite okay with this." He said getting up and heading to his car. "I'll call you sometime and we can just be friends?"

"Sounds like a deal to me, see you later Nathan! Thanks again for being so understanding." She waved to him and be drove off without another word between them. She didn't think they'd stay friends but she wasn't going to tell him that, he had been right. He was definitely too boring for her lifestyle.

She got up and made her way into the church she had been terrified of entering just fifteen minutes ago. "Time to tell the masses." She said as she opened the door.