The wedding was beautiful, as far as weddings go. Watching Rian and Cass speak their vows, share their tears and seal it with a kiss, Alex just couldn't imagine giving his whole life up for one human being. It completely blew his mind how these two could swear forever, when they didn't even know if there was anyone else out there that they were meant to be with. Then again, that was the power of love. Even if they weren't meant to be, forever, they felt as if they were. And that was enough to chase off anyone else who captured their attention.


Selfish as it may be, Alex was barely even worried about his best friend and his new wife. The entire wedding, he was mostly focused on Brooklyn, wiping her tears and standing behind Cassadee with such pride. It's not that he didn't feel the same way, standing beside Rian, because he did. He just couldn't help but let his mind wander to the girl across from him. She looked gorgeous, tears and all. Yet, he knew that Zack kissed her last night. He heard every detail. All he wanted was to talk to her, was that so bad? That's what had his mind in such a fog. It wasn't her fault Zack kissed her, he even supposed she enjoyed it, he just needed to know if his words to her the other night took a toll on her emotions or not. He just needed to know if he'd managed to get his foot in the door.


But of course, as the maid of honor and best man, they were just as popular as the newly weds. No matter where Alex turned, someone was there to ask him questions about the couple or simply shake his hand, maybe even shove him into a few of their photographs. Naturally, this was a big day. Rian fucking Dawson and Cassadee fucking Pope tying the knot. Who wouldn't want a memory of that night? Sure, Alex was as much of a big deal, but he didn't want to feel that way right now.


It was when Brooklyn excused herself from Cassadee's side to use the bathroom that Alex finally got a chance to chase the beautiful girl. He followed her through the white hall, with the green carpet, to the single bathroom on the left.


"Brooklyn, wait," Alex breathed, reaching out to grab her arm. "Can we talk?"


"Alex?" Brooklyn jumped, a small smile forming on her lips. She hadn't even heard his feet follow after hers. "I don't think that's such a good idea. I promised Zack I'd sit with him during the reception."


"Yeah, you and Zack are a thing now, I get it. But what I don't get is why you've been avoiding me. It's driving me nuts. I didn't even get to tell you how gorgeous you look today."


"I- well, that's very sweet Alex, but-"
"You almost look better than Cass. Almost."


"It would be a shame to outshine the bride," Brooklyn joked, rolling her eyes playfully. "Really, though, Alex. Zack is already uncomfortable with our friendship and he thinks the private conversations were over with the wedding planning."


"I'm sorry, okay? I get it now, I offended you that night. I didn't mean to. I was just telling you the truth."


"By almost kissing me? Don't you think it's a little harsh to go after your best friend's girl?"


"Don't you think it's a little harsh to let me?"


Brooklyn froze, her eyelids closing for a moment as she exhaled a deep breath. Yes, Alex had wiggled his way into her brain, but that was over now. She had a moment of weakness, something that doesn't typically happen.


However, Alex couldn't believe that to be true. Brooklyn always held her composure, she always had a smile on her face, which made Alex believe there was so much more going on behind her walls than even she realized. He knew she was avoiding him for a reason, now he was only crushed to find out it was because Zack was who she really wanted.


Or was he?


Here she stood, the girl he was willing to risk his band and friendship for, insulting him. That had to mean something as well. It was all starting to come together in Alex's mind. Indeed, he'd offended her, but only because she was ready to admit that Zack might not be the only one she had feelings for. After all, she'd blown him off to spend the night with Alex, she knew damn well she was setting herself up.


"I'm not having this talk with you, Alex. Two of our closest friends just said their vows in front of God and everyone. This is not the time or place."


"Then just answer me this, if Zack hadn't have called, would you have kissed me?"


"I'm not doing this, Alex."


Brooklyn tore out of his grip and put one foot in the bathroom. He considered letting her go, dropping the whole thing so Zack could have the girl.. But it just wasn't in him. All he wanted was an answer, because honestly, he believed that she would have let him kiss her. She would have kissed back and then she'd have to sit down and sort out her feelings. If he just walked away, he'd be walking away from his only chance. Brooklyn would push him aside as an almost-crush and go on about her boring, romantic life with Zack.


He took a step forward and pushed the door open, making the girl stumble back again. She was angry, he knew that, but she couldn't help but note how cute she looked with her brows furrowed.


"Alex, I'm-"
His hands wrapped around the back of her head, gently tugging on her perfectly styled hair and his lips came crashing down against her glossed pout.


They moved in sync, his hands sliding down her neck, to her sides, where he held her body close against his own. Her painted nails tugged on his collar, begging him to never let her go.


But they both knew he'd have to. Brooklyn didn't belong to him, she belonged to Zack and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Their fate was in her hands.

Notes

This sucks and I'm sorry.
But hey, team Alex, where ya at?! :D