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- When you were 5, your parents arranged a marriage to a 'very special girl'. You are now 21, and it is the day of your marriage. Derpy Hooves is your bride to be.
- What do you say to her and/or your parents?
- >You dreaded this day
- >You partied harder than anyone in college
- >Slept with anything that came your way, hot chicks, fat chicks, ugly ones, pussy was pussy
- >Because you knew that the day you turned 21 you'd have to marry someone you never met
- >And you wanted to be prepared for the worst
- >But here you were
- >In your tux, standing at an altar
- >Watching the blond walk down the aisle
- >Bouquet in hand, veil covering her face
- >Long flowing white dress
- >You wondered if she had the same philosophy you did, and if white was an appropriate color
- >No matter, she was normally shaped at least
- >Not fat, not physically unattractive
- >Might not be so bad
- >She reaches you and nearly trips on the stairs
- >"Sorry!" she says in a hurry, righting herself and scurrying to your side
- >The priest begins the ceremony
- >You can make out her face under the veil
- >Cute smile, round face
- >But one of her eyes is...off
- >Just keep remind yourself it could be worse
- >She has all her teeth at least
- >Everything goes without a hitch
- >Actually, there was one hitch, you and this woman
- >Least she had a name now
- >Derpy Hooves
- >She looked ok without the veil
- >Nothing incredibly wrong minus the eye
- >You give her the proper kiss for a wedding
- >A wedding of tradition and necessity, not love
- >She still blushes
- >That may have been her first kiss
- >Hard to imagine waiting this long
- >Rest of the day is quite uneventful
- >This wasn't a normal wedding
- >No big party or crazy reception where you dance and get nuts on the euphoria of being with the girl of your dreams
- >Just a solemn sit down, meet and greet, with a little food and handshakes from the side of her family that was pleased you went through with the duty of marrying her
- >Whatever deal your father made,it better have been for something worth your freedom
- >Her Dad was the only one really happy
- >He shook your hand and said thank you, making you promise to take care of his only daughter
- >You nod and agree, not really grasping the gravity of all this yet
- >Even now, as you walk with her to your hotel room in silence, you still haven't
- >She's on your arm, quiet and slightly afraid
- >You have no illusions as to why, she's your wife now and there's something she's expected to do
- "Don't worry." You say as you press the key into the door. "We don't have to do that right away"
- >"Th-thank you...I...don't know if I'm ready"
- >Of course you don't know
- >In all fairness, despite everything you did up till now, neither are you
- >Afterall, you have to talk to her in the morning
- >Can't be your usual self from college
- >Once you're inside, you immediately go to the bathroom
- >Undress down to your boxers and undershirt
- >Been waiting all day to get out of that tux
- >Splash some water on your face and take a breath
- >Time to talk to your wife
- >Wife
- >You reach into the tux jacket and pull out a flask, sucking down the amber liquid
- >Little better
- >Not enough
- >Maybe you have a minibar in here
- >Your parents are paying for the room, might as well stick it to them and drink some $50 bottles
- >You leave the bathroom
- >She's out of her wedding dress, under the covers of the large bed
- >Staring at you...and slightly to your left
- >The rest of her is fine, just keep telling yourself that
- "So...what do you do?"
- >"I'm a mailperson"
- >It takes some willpower to avoid asking how the fuck she drives or reads with her eyes
- >Don't be mean
- "That's neat"
- >She smiles, the deadpan of your reply lost on her
- >"What about you, Anon?"
- >You explain your job
- >As you expected she doesn't follow
- >And you're still feeling a little annoyed at the situation so you made sure to make it sound as complicated as possible
- >"Wow, you must be really smart!"
- >No, a smart person would have become a lawyer and found a way out of this
- >"Thanks"
- >You make your way to the bed, her eyes betraying how scared she is
- >But to her credit, she doesn't try to move when you get a little close
- >You lay on your back
- >She lays on hers
- >About a half a foot between the two of you
- >Today's episode of awkward brought to you by....
- >"Did you see the honeymoon your parents got us? Two weeks on a big boat!"
- "It's a ship. A cruise ship"
- >She quiets up when you're short
- >Come on, Anon, don't take it out on her
- "Sorry. I'm nervous"
- >"Me too"
- >Only one of you is telling the truth
- >You're just angry at the situation
- "You have any hobbies?"
- >"Oh yea!"
- >She starts babbling about baking and something else
- >She can cook, thats a plus
- >Job, can cook
- >Isn't horrible to look at
- >You inch a little closer
- >She does the same
- >She's still yammering on about how her friend Carrot Top is always angry about her fridge
- >She giggles at the end of the story you weren't paying attention to
- >You give a sympathy laugh she takes for real
- >Ya know, there's a certain charm to her being immune to your douchy side too
- >You move a little closer
- >So does she
- >Your shoulders are touching now
- >Still both staring at the ceiling
- >You feel her hand slip into yours
- >It's smaller by comparison
- >Cold and trembling
- >You open your fingers and let her hold your hand, giving it a squeeze
- >She squeezes back
- >You're both still fixated on something above you
- >"Anon...Are we going to be happy?"
- >You're silent
- >You don't know
- >Its a scary thought and you're surprised she said it after her long story about nothing
- >You were almost convinced she didn't have a brain in her head
- >"I'm going to be a good wife...I'm going to try. I think we can make it work if you want it to."
- >You actually do want it to
- >Not so much her being your wife
- >Just the idea of being happy
- >You've had a good time up till now you're not looking to be miserable
- "How would we do it?"
- >"I don't know. Does anyone?"
- >When did she start sounding smart?
- >Is it the shot of whiskey you took a few minutes ago?
- >"I know you're a good guy, a bad one woulda done...stuff even though I'm not ready."
- "What if I don't want to do 'stuff'' with you at all?"
- >"You wouldn't be holding my hand all tight then"
- >Fuck
- >Stop making sense
- >Stop making me not be 100% angry at this
- "How do you like to sleep?"
- >"On my side, facing this way"
- >She moves, letting your hand go, turning away from you
- >She shimmies back a little, her rear sticking out and brushing your hips
- >It's too awkward for you to really enjoy the unintentional butt-bump
- >"How about you?"
- >On my stomach, facing the other way
- >In the middle of the bed
- >By myself
- >That's what you would have said to anyone else
- >You might have even said that to her 10 minutes ago
- >But what she said about trying to be a good wife sticks with you
- >Something about the innocent hope of it, despite her nerves being frayed to bits
- >She doesn't want this anymore than you
- >She just wants to make good with what you have
- >So while you never answer her outright
- >You turn toward her, wrapping your arm between hers
- >Giving her a gently pull toward your body
- >Nervousness and alcohol keep you from making this anymore awkward when her plush tush presses into your hips
- >And some sense of duty you never felt before keeps your hand from grabbing her inappropriately
- >Leaving just you holding the quirky, cross eyed mailcarrier
- >The one who just happens to be your wife
- >Her breathing slows and she's asleep before you know it
- >You're left awake, a face full of long blond hair
- >With a million questions running through your head
- >But they all come back to the one she asked you
- >Are we going to be happy?
- >You don't know
- >That's the frightening thing
- >That's what makes you hold her hands in yours
- >That's why you squeeze them one last time before resting your head down
- >That's why you whisper "goodnight" before closing your eyes
- >And that's why you let her soft, gentle breathing lull you to sleep
- >Are you going to be happy?
- >Can you make it work with this girl?
- >There was no reason not to try
- >You take a small breath and relax
- >And right before you drift into a dreamless sleep
- >You find yourself thinking one last thought
- >She has really pretty eyes
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