a/n so this is part of The Road is Bumpy Still… read chapter 2 of that first! And before you read that whole story, read Life's Ups and Downs! Well, you don't have too, but it would be nice.
"Eric!" I called after the disappearing figure; "Eric!" this man was as stubborn as a mule. I chased after him and tapped him on the shoulder… only it wasn't him, it wasn't even a guy. It was, "Mollie…" I said slowly,
"Alex…" was her reply. She was just as gorgeous as I remember her, her long blonde locks had grown back out and she held the baby… Jeremy… as if it were her own,
"How are you?" was the first thing that popped into my head, stupid yeah I know, but get over it,
"I was great! Til I saw you," she said coldly,
"Ouch…" was my only reply. And it genuinely hurt,
"That was nothing," she said before visibly gripping the baby boy in closer to her body. She walked past me forcefully shoving her shoulder into mine,
sorry," I told her, it was true as well. But she turned around and
"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry?! Alex, it's been over a fucking year, your only saying sorry coz I'm here, if I wasn't here, you wouldn't have said it," she turned back around and continued walking. I saw her look down at Jeremy before walking into that locker room I hadn't set foot in, in over a year.
Later that night I did what people do in Vegas, which is conveniently where the nights episode of Impact was taped, but inconveniently the place I happened to get married in. Yes, you heard right, the Alex Shelley got married. No, I didn't do the smart thing and drug Mollie. I got married to the devil. The devil as in Danielle Tarulli. I know. The DUMBEST thing I have ever done in my entire life. Just above losing Mollie because I slept with Danielle. Let me recap that part of the evening, as told by the sober Danielle.
Drinking his way through the contents of the bar Alex stirred. Barely able to stay seated on his stool.
"Whoa there handsome," the devil herself said pulling the man back onto his seat,
"Ya know, you're really pretty," he mumbled, his words even more slurred because of his drunkenness,
"Thanks," she said not so modestly, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. She pulled the man off his seat, "Dance," she ordered walking him to the dance floor. She began dancing seductively. She was wearing very little, which made it all the more seductive. It didn't take long before she had made her move and they were making out in the middle of the dance floor. She had also manage to manoeuvre her way through the mass of people towards the door, "Lets leave," she said giving him no choice. She dragged him outside and into a waiting car. They drove the not so far distance to the 'Little White Chapel Tunnel of Love' drive through wedding chapel. She had this all planned out. She must have been spying.
you, Danielle Tarulli take Alex Shelley to be your lawfully wedded
"I do," the red head said eagerly,
"Do you Alex Shelley take Danielle Tarulli to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do!" he the drunk man said, clueless as to what he had just done,
"Then, by the power vested in me by the city of LAS VEGAS, I know pronounce you man and wife, Kiss the bride," the less than enthusiastic drive through priest said before Danielle planted a big sloppy kiss on her new husband.
I woke up late the next morning to the light shining through a window. I opened my eyes and cringed at the site of what looked like a honey moon suite. I looked around, definitely a honeymoon suite.
"Moll?" I asked brightly to the empty room, thinking finally something might have gone my way,
"No silly! Its me! Dani!" my heart stopped at the last word. I ran my hands over my face and through my hair, "What's wrong babe?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at the red head who was standing in the doorway of the bathroom in nothing but a towel,
"Alex, honey, of course we did! I'm now Danielle Shelley!" she said ever so happily, the evil almost coming out of he voice, almost.
"Great!" I said sarcastically however, my wife didn't pick up on it and she straddled my waist. I just went with it, not much I can do. I have massive hangover and a wife. A mother fucking wife.
"Dude, I don't know what I did!" I complained to my best friend, Chris Sabin,
"Once again, you are on your own. I can't keep bailing you out! I didn't help you when you fucked Danielle, what makes you think I'm going to help you now that you've married her?" he shot back, anger clearly shown on his face,
"I know! I know! But dammit! If she hadn't said those things!" I thought aloud, trying to find a reason as to why I did what I did… truth be told. I didn't know, and I couldn't blame it on Mollie. She wasn't the one who got married to Satan.