Title: What A Great Day (For A White Wedding) (2/2)
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
Summary: A 2 part story of Will and Gabe`s Wedding
Disclaimer: I noticed the cream of his soft skin, the way his brown wavy with curls hair framed his face, making it stand out even more. His eyes were slightly higher on his face, but his beautiful even nose helped to balance it. He had light freackles on his cheecks. His chin was perfectly oval. Ears no where in sight. The way his thick framed brown glasses had slightly tipped off his nose, making him seem like a old lady.
I will never forget the day I meet Willy. My Willy bear, Bilvy, Willster. He was a sun to my raincloud, always the postivie with (my) negitive. Most people don`t believe me when I tell them the tale of how Will and I met. It`s like a Cinderella tale in the 21 st centuary. He was running out of a store, late for his 'meeting' with Sisky when he bumped into me on the way out. I remember th look on his face-shock and guilty all rolled into one. He had both of his packages-a medium sized, red paper wraped with a blue bow one, and a smaller, gold paper with three bells and a bow one. He hurridly scurried to gather his things together as I looked at him; a beautiful man.
'I`m sorry sir,' He said to me when he had gathered his things, looking flushed. 'I didn`t see you coming in,'
'That `s alright. I wasn`t looking where I was going either. I mean, I was distracted...' I repiled, looking down in embarssement at the last part. My mother was right, I shouldn`t be on my phone 24/7. Someone could get hurt.
'Hey' He said, grasping my chin with his soft hand and gently tipping it up to meet his wonderfully warm brown eyes. Looking at his face closer (in a totally non-stalker way ofcourse!) I noticed the cream of his soft skin, the way his brown wavy with curls hair framed his face, making it stand out even more. His eyes were slightly higher on his face, but his beautiful even nose helped to balance it. He had light freackles on his cheecks. His chin was perfectly oval. Ears no where in sight. The way his thick framed brown glasses had slightly tipped off his nose, making him seem like a old lady.
'Hello?' He whisphered, and suddenly I crashed from my totally high of this man and looked at him. He had a slightly puzzled look, but his hand was still framing my chin. 'Are You sure you`re alright?'
'Ya' I repiled, smiling, 'I know this is sudden, but um........'
'William, can I met you for lunch tommorrow at 12?'
'Me?' He asked, blushing like a rose.
'Alright........I guess, Senor....?'
I had to smile. 'Senor Gabriel, aka Gabe'
'So Senor, can I have your number?'
'Sure....' I said, searching my pockets for my phone.
Shoot! After retracing my day from this morning, I realized in my rush I had forgotten my phone on my desk, still plugged into my charger.
'Dang!' I said, slamming my hand on the wall. 'I forgot it.'
William smiled, like it was no problem. Reaching for his pocket, he pulled out his DARE, placing the phone with its black case softly into my hand.
'But, but...Don`t you need this?'
'I can steal my friend, Sisky`s.'
'I`m sure. I hate to rush, but I forgot my meeting with Sisky that was a hour ago.' He smiled, and shifted so his hand was on my arm. 'But text Sisky`s cell tommorrow with the deatails.'
'So we`re totally on for tommorrow?'
'Most Totally, Gabey.' He said, smiling a smile that would put Marilynn Manroe herself to shame.
'I will text you, Willy'
He laughed, making me smirk. I had already fallen head over heels.
5 months went by, and Willy and I were joined at the hip. I meet his friends, he meet mine. I listened to his music, he helped me draft, plan and write mine. He supported me through the awful Midtown break-up, while I helped him learn not to ocd (that much).
We had moved in together in a small but cozy apartment, not far from the bookstore where he worked and around 15 minutes from a local park. We both loved to walk at night, simply taking in the air and enjoying each other. Our hands fit perfectly together. We both loved to cuddle. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man.
This man, who was ocd, who loved to sing, who danced like a spaz but was perfectly fine with that.
Who loved my Midtown music, who loved suprises, books, and Toostie Rolls.
So, one late Friday night, during our annual walk, I stopped him under the giant oak tree. Puzzled, he turned in my direction, but suddenly stopped when he saw me on one knee. Gasping, her clutched his hand with mine.
'Will. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that you hate some parts of yourself, like your hair, your girly figure and your large feet. I know you always wake up exactly at 6:30 every morning. I know you love to sing. Your favorite song of this week is 'Flavor of the Week'. I know you love to hang with freinds, and family is your life. I love all parts of you. I love all of this and more. You still make me breathless after every kiss, you anchor me and help me think before I act. You make me smile. You make me cry. William Eugene, You make my world go round. So, please, please make me the happiest man alive by agreeing to be my husband. For I promise you, I will always love you, cherish you, and make you happy.'
He was speechless. And, being the girl that he is, starting to tear up.
'Gabs.....' a deep breath 'Yes.'
'Of course I will, Gabey!'
I slipped the silver ring on his finger, and already I could see our future together.