Hey guys! I've been writing fan fiction for years now, but this is the first Jonas piece I'm ever posting anywhere, so be nice! I hope you like it.
THIS TIME AROUND
“Wow, you look incredible,” Eva said as she tied the back of her sister’s wedding dress.
Erica stepped back from her dresser and surveyed herself in the mirror. Everything was perfect. There were thousands of pins and an entire can’s worth of hairspray in her hair, but it looked perfect. Her dress fit her like a glove and it looked perfect. She turned to see all of her best friends dressed in red gowns. They looked perfect. Everything was perfect.
“He is going to want to rip this dress off of you when he sees you,” Eva said with a smirk.
“Well he’s going to have to wait. That’s for tonight,” Erica said as she fastened her mother’s necklace around her own neck. "Perfect."
The bridesmaids left Eva and Erica alone so that they could have a personal “maid-of-honor-to-bride” moment.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married. Who would’ve thought this day would ever come?” Eva asked, admiring how beautiful her sister looked.
“Hey—what are you trying to say—that I’m not wife material?” Erica chuckled to herself.
“No, it’s not that! It’s just—I wasn’t sure you’d ever want to be in a serious relationship after—,” Eva was cut off.
“Please, don’t bring him up. Don’t ruin this day for me. I had my doubts too, but that man out there—he’s everything I could ever ask for. I’m happy,” Erica said, almost sounding as though she was trying to convince herself that that was the truth.
There was a tap on the door.
“It’s time,” Eva said. “Ready?
Erica nodded and Eva lifted up the train of her sister’s wedding gown. Both girls took a deep breath before entering the hallway leading to the entrance of the church. Eva hummed “Hear Comes the Bride” as it played on the organ and the wedding party began their march down the aisle.
“You’re sweating. Gross,” Eva said.
“I’m nervous. I’m kind of getting married, here!” Erica grunted in reply.
“There’s dad,” Eva said, pointing.
Erica looked to her left and saw her father wiping his eyes. She pretended she didn’t notice because she knew he would never want her to see him cry.
“My baby girl, getting married. I can't believe it. You look more beautiful than ever,” he said, before kissing her cheek. “Gosh, I remember bringing you home from the hospital—cutest little thing you were—now look at you.”
“Dad, STOP! My makeup’s gonna run,” Erica said, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said. “Oh—it’s our turn. Ready?”
Erica nodded and linked arms with her father. Her stomach jumped into her throat as she watched as all of the people in the church rise to face her. Nerves overwhelmed her, but as she walked, she fixated on his dark brown eyes—the eyes that had captivated her from the start. She looked into them and everything was okay. She had always told him that whenever she looked into his eyes, she fell in love. She held back her tears as she approached the altar. Her father gave her away and the ceremony began.
It was beautiful—everything that she had ever dreamed of and more. The flowers adorning the church were absolutely gorgeous--tigerlilies had always been her favorite. The music consisted of the hymns she loved growing up. The vows that she and the man she loved were more beautiful than poetry.
“If anyone now has any reason why these two shall not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the pastor said.
The ornate entrance doors of the church burst open, almost as if on cue. Erica’s attention, along with everyone else’s, diverted to the back of the church where four men stood, out of breath. There were two with curly hair and a third with straight hair. There was no word to describe the fourth one’s hair, though he appeared to be the youngest. The two curly haired men struggled to keep the straight haired man back. Each was holding him by an arm.
“We tried to stop him, we really did,” piped the fourth, who stood a few inches away from the others.
“Oh my God,” Erica said as their faces came into view. “This cannot be happening.”
Erica looked back at Eva, who was covering her mouth with her hand in shock. The bride noticed a few of her bridesmaids stifling their laughter. Erica just shook her head in disbelief as the straight haired man broke free of the curly haired men’s restraints.
“Joe?”
That’s all that could escape her mouth.
Well, that's it for now. Let me know what you think and if you like it, I'll keep it coming!
