A month had passed and were literally weeks from Halloween, Zee was running around like a headless chook drugged up on LSD. He was bouncing around, sorting out invitations, getting people's costumes and the little things like that. I seriously had to sit down and take a Tylenol because he had that much energy, I couldn't keep up with him at all. He was perched on my lap, browsing through wedding brochures with me.

"What do you think about this for my bouquet baby?" he asked, thrusting the book in my face. I unwounded my arms from around him and took a hold of the book, looking at it, wrinkling my nose in thought.

"Whatever you want is fine with me, you're the bride remember babe." I replied, brushing the hair out of his face. He just smiled and nodded.

"I know, but I'd love for your opinion. I want to be absolutely perfect for our wedding. Simply flawless." he said in a dreamy voice. I smiled softly, cupping his cheeks so he was made to look into my eyes.

“Zachary… You are beautiful and perfect to me, I love you and you’re gonna look stunning no matter what you wear, okay?” I told him, leaning forward to kiss my lips softly to his. He smiled into the kiss.

“I love you too, Brian. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.” he whispered against my lips. I smirked and licked his cheek.

“I know baby, now can you give me some idea as to what you’re wearing?” I asked, hoping he’d cave and give me an answer.

“Not likely! It’s bad luck!” he exclaimed, pinching my nipple instead of slapping my arm.

“That’s only when the groom sees what the bride’s wearing, not if he gets told.” I smirked, rubbing my nipple because fuck he pinches hard.

“Still, I’m not telling you. I want it to be a surprise.” He told me, chuckling as he got up. “C’mon, we gotta go look at wedding cake designs." holding his hand out to me I smiled and took it in mine, getting up.

"What were you thinking of having, babe?"

"I don't know, maybe a skull with a blood of edible blood?"

"That sounds perfect." I said before stopping and pressing my lips lightly to his.

***
It was the night of our hens and bucks night, to the request of Val and Jimmy. I sighed as Jimmy dragged the Berry twins, Johnny, Matt Baker and Matt to a bunch of strip clubs, gay and straight. Being the half-drunk ass Jimmy is, he convinced one of the strippers to give me a lap dance; she was a fake bitch too, fake tits, fake platinum hair, she was super skinny and honestly, she fucking stank. Don't they have deodorant backstage? I sat back on my chair, trying not to offend the bitch by pushing her off me.

The music stopped and she turned around, expecting a kiss. That's when I recognised her, Brittany. Her eyes were wide, she leant forward so her tits were spilling out over her shirt to say something to me.

"Why aren't you hard yet?" she asked him in her falsely sweet voice.

"Because dumbass, I'm gay and only get hard for Zacky." I replied with a roll of my eyes. She scoffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"That's complete and utter bullshit. What about the foreign cunt, Michelle?" she spat at me.

"She was pretending to be my girlfriend, I already knew I was gay y'know. She wasn't really my girlfriend." I admitted, apart from Michelle, Jimmy was the only one who knew. Everyone turned to look at me with wide-eyes.

"You're nothing but a freak!" she yelled then her hand came out to slap me across the cheek. I narrowed my eyes at her, watching her stalk off, my teeth ground together as I turned back to the others. Jimmy just walked over and hugged me, rubbing my back before pulling away.

"And this is why you go to a gay club."