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Title: The Best Man
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Roswell and no infringement is intended.
Author: Hunter
Summary: Max Evans has been best man for too long, when will he ever become the groom?
Rating: Adult
Pairing: L/M
Author’s note: I’m starting a new fic because I’m quite close to finishing one of my other ones. This might sound like 27 Dresses but I have made significant changes to this fic in mind. I hope you guys enjoy this fic. I will be writing in Max’s POV most of the time with occasional Liz’s POV’s. I really hope you like this. I’m really nervous about posting this.
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Chapter One
Max’s POV
Great.
Fucking Great.
I stare aimlessly at the photos in my hand. Picking up a red marker pen, I draw a cross on today’s date on the calendar hanging off the wall.
I knew this day would come. If only I had acted quicker, bagged the beauty before anyone else could. I throw the photos carelessly on my desk.
It’s been such a long time since I had been dreaming of being the one, of being in his shoes. I was twenty eight and still unmarried. People couldn’t understand my desperation to have that special one who would be there with me in every step of the way of life. Most of my friends had already found their soul mate and settled down. Even my best buddy Michael who promised me that he’d stay a bachelor as long as he could but he held out..
Maria Deluca..
God, my boss’ daughter and my friend and the woman of my dreams. Beautiful as she was, she was the reason why I wanted to get married in the first place. To her. Whenever she was around, I was on cloud nine.
She was such a distraction that I could barely concentrate on my work.
Now it broke my heart that she and Michael were together. It all happened at a party. I saw them making out at the bottom of the stairs and that’s when they announced that they had feelings for each other all along.
With no regard to my own feelings, I fronted a fake image of being so happy for them. Inside I was a mess. Knowing that he touched her the way I dreamt of touching her, knowing he found those special places which I wondered where to locate…My own best friend and the woman I have a strong attraction too, I was such a loser.
Suddenly my pager beeps and I’m reminded what I had to do.
“Shit.”
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Rushing out of my workplace, I jump into my car and start it. My boss’ shouts ringing in my ear and the gasps of my female co workers.
I start the ignition and high tail it out of there and to my next destination.
Once I got home, I threw on the wedding attire. An Indian suit called a Kurta. I throw on the maroon and gold patterned stole and slip into those Aladdin shoes with the pointy edges which made them look like a witches shoes.
Slapping on some cologne, I comb my hair and then grab my wallet, slipping them into the pocket of my Kurta trousers.
In no time, I’m back in my car driving towards the wedding reception. I park my car with the rest of the cars in the parking lot and get out.
Outside there is a huge band, people throwing garlands over each other and banging drums constantly along with playing the sitars.
Crackers popping off on the side of the pink rugs laid out. A huge arch decorated with various types of blooming flowers and the scent of those sweet round yellow ball things which was currently shoved in front of my face.
“Some Ladoo?”. Meena asks sweetly, batting her eyelids. She’s barely wearing anything. Her tight harem bra squeezing her breasts making it look so huge like human sized ladoos. I swear this woman has got it for me. She never leaves me alone.
“No thanks.” I politely turn her down. “I’m not late am I?”. I try to ignore the frown on her face.
“Aman is almost inside. He’s being fondled a lot by weird people.”
I scoff. “So you don’t seem to be enjoying this wedding at all?”.
“I would if you joined me somewhere upstairs or private where a lot can happen.” She blows me a kiss.
Getting her overdone face out of my sight, I rush in after the swarm of guests and someone touches my cheeks, applying something to my forehead.
“May god bless you with a patni.” An old Indian woman greets me. Aman’s grandma whose obsessed with getting me a bride. “Isn’t Meena lovely?”.
I chuckle nervously and enter the hotel room. Everything is so grand and there is the alter. A fire burning in the middle and my friend Aman just about to sit down with the priest.
He sees me and I go to greet him. “Sorry for being late man, my boss had issues.”
“Ah, Dennis the menace.” Aman laughed. All my friends called Maria’s father the menace. Maria was kind but her father was something else.
“Well, it’s good that you came here in time, I’m about to get married man. Didn’t want you to miss the seven holy rounds. I know you always wanted to see an Indian wedding.”
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I laugh. I had seen many varieties of weddings, Dutch, Jewish and many others.
Aman sits back down and I join his father, standing a few feet behind him. “Beautiful isn’t it?”. Aman’s father comments.
“Yeah sir.” I nod.
“You looking very nice in a Kurta you know.”
“I look like an ass.” I mutter with a grin on my face. “Seriously, look at them Aladdin shoes.” I pointed at them.
I felt someone pinch my ass and turn around to see Meena winking at me. Fuck.
The bride had arrived and the would be married couple exchanged garlands before sitting down and having leaves and rice put in their hands before they clasped their hands together and put the stuff in the fire.
The priest chanted as they took their seven rounds and then he applied some red powder on her parting on the head and put a long black chain on her. I watched fascinated. One of the longest wedding ceremonies I had ever seen.
Everyone is dancing and I’m just looking hopelessly around, sticking around just in case Aman wanted me to help him with something. I don’t see where I’m going until I bump into someone and my stole get’s caught on her bracelet.
“Um sorry I- Liz?”.
My eyes widen in shock as I look at the stunning brunette standing right in front of me…
A/N: Should I continue ?
