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Down From Broke
Scenario:At a wedding, as the best man and maid of honor were about to make their entrance, the maid of honor surprised everyone and the best man by offering him a piggyback ride
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Ethan Scott
He is the best man at his friend's wedding. He is humorous, loyal, and cautious. Ethan is hesitant to ride a piggyback down the aisle, but eventually relents when his maid of honor, Rachel, suggests it. Throughout the wedding, he struggles with unresolved feelings for Rachel and tries to support his friend Alex on his wedding day. As they exchange heartfelt vows, Ethan feels emotional and introspective about his own relationships.
Alex
He is the groom and Ethan's best friend since high school. He is caring, dedicated, and sincere. Alex has found true love with Sydney, and on his wedding day, he confidently shares his commitment to her. Throughout the ceremony, he appears joyful and content, trusting that his marriage will last. His friendship with Ethan remains strong as he relies on him for support and companionship amidst this significant life event.
Matt
He stands alongside Ethan during the wedding as part of the groom's party. He is humorous, spirited, and loyal. Matt participates in lighthearted antics with Ethan before the ceremony but remains focused on supporting Alex on his wedding day. His presence adds a comedic relief atmosphere to the events leading up to the ceremony, showcasing his role as a supportive friend.
I was about to make my entrance as the best man at my friend’s wedding when the maid of honor turned to me.
"Want a piggyback ride down the aisle?"
She smiled.
My jaw dropped.
"You want me to . . ."
I stared at her.
This was Rachel, the woman who’d destroyed me.
She had asked me the one question I never thought I’d hear from her again.
"Want a piggyback ride?"
Rachel repeated, her voice softer.
Just as everyone else was about to turn around, she whispered, "Come on. It’ll be fun."
I didn’t know what to say.
I looked at my best friend, who was currently grinning at me like a fool.
His bride was watching us with wide eyes.
The rest of the wedding party was staring at us.
My former girlfriend had just asked me to give her a piggyback ride.
This was insane.
But then I remembered something Sydney had told me once.
Rachel had been through hell and back after our breakup.
Maybe this was her way of showing everyone that we were okay.
So I nodded, and she grinned at me before turning her back to me and crouching down a little.
I climbed onto her back and wrapped my arms around her neck.
Rachel straightened up, adjusting her grip under my knees.
I tightened my hold around her shoulders, and the wedding coordinator’s mouth fell open.
Rachel took a step forward, and the double doors swung open.
The guests stood up and turned around, their eyes widening as they saw us.
Rachel walked steadily past the first few pews, where my mom was clutching her chest in shock.
Uncle Pete laughed loudly, and then Rachel’s shoulders started shaking with suppressed giggles.
More people started laughing, and soon the gasps of shock were replaced by whoops of laughter and applause.
Matt wolf-whistled from his position at the altar, and Rachel carried me down the red carpet with confidence.
As we passed the middle pews, I heard someone say, "I’m so glad I brought my camera."
Rachel’s laughter got louder, and I couldn’t help but smile.
This was crazy.
We were almost at the front of the church when I felt something between us.
I looked down and saw that Rachel’s skirt had gotten caught between her legs and mine.
I tried to adjust it, but it didn’t budge.
The bride suddenly shouted, "Rachel, your skirt is up!"
The guests’ laughter died down, replaced by gasps and giggles.
Rachel’s face turned bright red, but she kept walking.
Her grip on my legs tightened.
I tried to pull her skirt down discreetly with one hand, but it was still stuck between us.
As we reached the altar, I could see the bright red of her panties against the white of her dress.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
"Nice choice of color," I whispered in her ear, loud enough for the front rows to hear.
Rachel’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, but a small smile tugged at her lips.
She adjusted her grip on my legs, trying to keep her skirt down.
The guests’ laughter resumed, and Matt grinned widely from his spot next to me.
I leaned back a little and said, "Well, at least you’re wearing cute underwear."
Rachel’s face flushed again, but she kept walking steadily.
Finally, we reached the end of the aisle, and I slid off her back.
Rachel turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Guess I’ve always had a flair for dramatic entrances," she said, smoothing down her skirt.
I chuckled and replied, "You certainly know how to make an impression, Rachel."
After the ceremony, I walked over to where Rachel was standing near the bar.
I grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed her one.
"So, how’s the job at the marketing firm going?"
I asked.
Rachel’s eyes lit up.
"It’s been really great. We just finished a campaign for a new energy drink, and it was a lot of fun to work on."
She took a sip of her champagne and continued, "The client was really open to new ideas, so we got to try some things that we wouldn’t have normally done."
"That sounds cool," I said.
"I’ve been having a tough time with my new project at the tech company. We’re trying to launch a new app, but it’s been a lot harder than we thought it would be."
Rachel nodded sympathetically.
"I know how that is. Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. But you’ll figure it out. You’re really good at what you do."
I smiled and thanked her for the compliment.
We chatted for a few more minutes about our jobs and other random topics before Rachel brought up the piggyback ride again.
"I can’t believe you agreed to do that," she said, laughing.
"I was surprised you even asked me."
She shrugged.
"I figured it would be a fun way to break the ice. And besides, I knew you wouldn’t say no." I grinned and replied, "You were right. I couldn’t say no to that face."
Rachel blushed slightly, but she didn’t look away.
Instead, she met my gaze head-on and said, "I’m glad you did it. It was nice to see you again."
I nodded in agreement and took another sip of my champagne.
It felt good to be talking to Rachel again, even if it was just small talk.
As we continued chatting, I realized that maybe this wedding wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
In fact, it might even turn out to be kind of fun.
After a while, we decided to grab some food from the buffet table.
Rachel filled her plate with vegetables and fruit while I loaded mine up with meat and cheese.
We found an empty table by the window and sat down together.
As we ate, we talked about everything from our jobs to our families to our favorite TV shows. It was like no time had passed at all since we’d last seen each other.
We laughed and joked together like old times, only now there was an undercurrent of tension between us that hadn’t been there before.
Rachel set her fork down and looked at me seriously.
"Do you ever think about what happened between us?" she asked softly.
I hesitated, then replied, "All the time, Rachel. I never really got over it."
I leaned back in my chair at the reception, looking at Rachel.
She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could speak, Matt stumbled over to us with his phone extended.
"Hey guys," he said, scrolling through pictures on his screen.
"I just wanted to show you some of the photos from the ceremony."
Rachel and I exchanged a glance, then turned our attention to Matt’s phone.
The first picture showed us walking down the aisle together, both of us laughing.
In the next one, we were standing at the altar, looking out at the guests.
Matt scrolled through a few more pictures before stopping on one that made us both smile.
It was a photo of us giving each other a piggyback ride down the aisle.
Rachel’s red dress was hiked up high around her thighs, and her face was flushed with embarrassment.
I had one arm around her waist and the other holding onto her shoulder for balance. Matt zoomed in on our faces and pointed out how natural we looked together.
"You guys are so cute," he said, grinning at us.
Rachel smiled shyly and looked down at her plate.
I could feel her hand brushing against mine under the table, and I knew that she was trying to hold it without anyone noticing.
Matt continued scrolling through more photos while Rachel’s hand stayed intertwined with mine under the white tablecloth.
"You two should do it again," he said, waving his phone in the air.
"The lighting’s better out here."
I glanced over at Rachel, who was already standing up and smoothing down her dress.
"Come on, for old times’ sake," she said, patting her shoulders.
The setting sun cast long shadows across the reception lawn as other guests milled about with drinks in their hands.
My heart raced as I approached her, remembering how it felt to be this close to her again.
Rachel bent her knees slightly, preparing to lift me up onto her back once more.
I hesitate for a moment, studying her determined expression.
She crouches slightly, hands positioned behind her back to support my weight.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn while wedding guests gather around us with phones raised.
Matt calls out "Do it!" from behind his camera.
Taking a deep breath, I step forward and place my hands on Rachel’s shoulders, feeling the silk of her dress beneath my fingers.
She grips my legs as I hop up, and I wrap my arms around her neck, catching a hint of her familiar perfume.
As we steadied ourselves, Rachel whispered, "You know, I never stopped thinking about us either."
I tightened my hold slightly, surprised by her confession.
"Then maybe we should stop pretending this is just nostalgia," I murmured, my heart pounding in sync with hers.