[ a u t h o r ' s n o t e ] : this is the prologue which is scened 9 years before the present time! i hope you like it, and that it makes you want to read more about the story! please don't hesitate to comvo :)
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》P r o l o g u e
9 years ago
"Everybody shut UP."
Zack and I looked from our little game of 'Apple on the Stick', and giggling, turned to face the front, where Zack's 15-year-old brother, Reece, had just told everyone to shut up, and he glared at us - not for not paying attention to the fake wedding in motion, but for forcing him to come here and act as a priest. In a monotonous voice and a bored expression on his face that implied that he would rather be anywhere but here, he said, "Please stand for the arrival of the, um, chick in the white dress."
Zack and I grinned at each other, and stood. I stood up straighter and smoothed down my pink, floral dress. After a short pause, I reached over to Zack's black and white makeshift of a suit and straightened his tie. He grinned at me. "Hey, wanna play-"
The music started and I swiftly placed my finger over his lips and hastily told him to shush. My eyes dreamily flew over to the end of the hallway, where Zack's 19-year-old sister, Emma stood, smiling brightly. She was wearing a white sundress, a bunch of daises in her hand as a substitute bouquet. She looked so perfect. Zack shot me a confused look, and tried to talk to me again but I stomped on his foot to keep him from talking.
Zack glared at me, but nonetheless, his gaze drifted over to where I was looking, and his jaw dropped down right to the floor. His eyes widened as Emma skipped down the hallway, grinning at us as she walked past. "That's... that's my sister." Zack whispered, nudging me with his elbow.
"I know, I'm not blind." I whispered sarcastically, nudging him right back. Usually we would have a 'nudge war' afterwards, but I guess we were both too occupied watching Emma and her boyfriend up at the makeshift altar with Reece behind them, yawning.
I let my eyes wander around, and I caught sight of my parents and Zack's parents behind us, smiling at Emma, Troy and Reece. They had agreed to come and watch Emma's and Troy's 'fake wedding' that Zack and I had begged and begged to happen.
We all fell silent as Reece cleared as throat after yawning one last time. Zack took my hand to stop me from jittering and bouncing nervously, which he apparently found 'very distracting'.
"We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Troy Colton and Emma Calvert," he recited monotonously off the paper we had written for him. Emma and Troy didn't seem to mind- they just seemed to stare into each other's eyes, smiling at each other. I hoped that one day, I'd have someone look at me like how Troy stared at Emma, like how Zack stared at donuts.
"If anyone present here today has any objection to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." A short silence followed as no one dared to speak. I knew 100 percent that this wedding was fake, but I still couldn't help but feel relieved that none of our mums, teddy bears, and Totally Spies dolls spoke up. Yes, I was 8, but I was still living in fantasy.
Reece sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a bit as if asking it for a way of escape. With a roll of his eyes, he muttered, "Can we have the rings now, please?"
That was Zack's cue. He hurried out of his seat beside me and jogged up to the altar. He dug into his pockets and retrieved the two "rings" which were just red Haribo friendship rings. He handed them to Emma and Troy, and despite it being food, they stared at it as if they were shining diamonds.
Troy smiled lovingly at Emma. "I, Troy Colton, take Emma Calvert to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part," he repeated after Reece, who was now slouching. Emma then repeated her bit, and I couldn't stop bouncing in my seat.
Zack wondered back down the hallway and took his seat next to me again. And the tiny crowd of me, Zack, mums, dolls and stuff toys all seemed to be moving forward in anticipation as Emma and Troy exchanged rings.
This was the moment of truth- rings symbolised eternal love for one another, and I knew that Emma and Troy would really get married for real one day. Emma smiled, facing us. "Okay, so I know this is a fake wedding and all, but I really believe that Troy and I will actually get married one day." She grabbed Troy's hand, entwining their fingers. "Troy and I had been dating for 4 years now, and he's was my first everything. I knew right then and there that we were meant for each other ever since I gave him my first kiss. I love him."
I gasped slightly, my mouth dropping open as Emma's speech burned its way through my mind. She had given him her first kiss, and knew then that they were meant for each other. Was that how it was going to be for me as well? That I was going to have to be binded to the special person I gave my first kiss to?
I couldn't help but look over at Zack, but he was paying close attention to Emma and Troy.
My thoughts were interrupted by Reece's whining. "Mum, can I please stop now?"
Zack's mum laughed, "Reece, sweetie, you've got just one more line to say. Say it and you can go and play Call of Duty." She gave Reece a reassuring smile, to which he returned with a grunt, muttering something about lame nonsense under his breath, but continued reluctantly.
"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now make out." He declared, dropping the script and Sleeping Beauty book we gave him as a substitute bible and walked off, sighing in relief.
His mum laughed, not even bothered by his attitude. "It's supposed to be, "You may now kiss the bride"," she corrected him as he stalked past her on his way to the room.
"Same thing."
I turned by attention back to Emma and Troy, clutching Zack's arm as they leaned forward, towards each other. This was their special moment, and I felt as if I was invading it by just sitting there and watching. But I couldn't look away.
Their lips touched, and I could feel myself getting tingly, even though I wasn't being the one getting kissed. I could feel their happiness radiating off to me, and once their kiss broke, I ran up to the both of them and hugged their waists. They both gave me kisses on the cheek- Troy on the right, Emma on the left, and Zack behind me with his chin on my head.
Right at that moment, mum had taken a picture, and I have it stuck onto my mirror, along with the other pictures of my birthday, where Zack places a kiss on my cheek right when my mum snapped a photo.
So yes, everybody remembers their first kiss.
How could anybody forget the fireworks? The fireworks that burst when yours and their lips touched for the first time, and all the butterflies in your stomach either flew away or stayed.
How could anybody forget the feeling, when the both of you kissed and suddenly everything and everyone disappears? It's only the both of you, sharing this sweet, delicate and unforgettable moment.
How could anybody forget his or her first time? Or the person they gave their lip virginity to?
Of course, we don't exactly plan who we first liplock with. We never know if they're a million miles away, right around the corner, or even right beside you. Who knows? It may be a prince. It may not be.
The first Disney Princess movie I ever watched was Sleeping Beauty. Aurora, who had fallen in a deep sleep due to the prick of a finger, had stayed asleep for 100 years before her Prince Charming rescued her. He had taken her in his arms, and fell in love as soon as he laid eyes on her. He then kissed her, which resulted her waking from her slumber- and even at 5 years old, I understood how special and powerful a kiss was. (Every time I watched the movie after that, I would always tear up at the kiss scene).
Emma had also tought me something- you had to give your first kiss when you were ready, and sometimes, the person you gave your first kiss to was most probably your soul mate.
I was intent on giving my lip virginity for someone who was worth it. It was my mission to reserve my first kiss for someone special and truly worthy- and that meant a prince, and not a frog.
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[ a u t h o r ' s n o t e ]
I hope you liked the prologue, and that it makes you want to read more about Danielle and Zack's story! Hope you stay with them till the end xx
Thanks to furitive for the fabulous typography at the side c: