Take My Hand by classicbeauty
Summary:

With this ring, I thee wed…wait a minute-What?!

Okay so sure, every since Lorraine has known Justin she’s always taken his hand without any hesitation. However, what they never had in mind was taking each other’s hand in marriage. Especially when their significant others are waiting at home.

Don't know what to do

What to say

 Not sure what to tell you

Confused...

Unsure what to do after drunken “I Do’s” have been said, now sober they are only left to wonder…

Were they just empty meaningless vowels?

Or do intoxicated words hold more truth then their willing to face?

Which way do I 

Take your hand

Or let go…


Categories: In Progress Het Stories Characters: Justin Timberlake
Awards: None
Genres: Romance
Challenges: None
Series: The Perfect Blend
Chapters: 4 Completed: No Word count: 20752 Read: 21489 Published: Oct 14, 2008 Updated: Nov 15, 2009
Prologue: The Proposal “I Do; Don’t I?” by classicbeauty
Author's Notes:
I have started and stop this story so many times, for years now. But its time for me to share it with you guys. This is part of a series, The Perfect Blend, I got the idea while watching the My Love video, back when it first came out. I hope you guys give me achance, love it or hate it. (like it *closes eyes really tight in hope*) - Dani  

When the boy gets that look in his eye…

 

It seemed as if time stood still, shocked the young lady watched her boyfriend take her hand and slowly go down on one knee. The faint sound of whistles, soft gasps and whispers could be heard through out the crowded conference/ballroom room; but was drowned out from the pounding in her ears.

 

When my momma says I look good in white…

 

With her stomach in knots, chest tight unable to breathe as he asked her the words every girl dreamed of…

 

What's all this talk about love…

 

And all she wanted to do was wake up.

 

I’m gonna be ready this time…

 

Sure she dreamed of those words too, ‘But not here, not in front of all these people, not him-now! Now,’ incapable to speak as these thoughts raced through her mind, a stirring silent’s filled the room as all eyes were on her waiting for her answer.

 

Ready, ready, ready...

 

‘I meant now, of course I want to marry him…’ she weakly encouraged herself as her eyes begin to wonder for the nearest exit, ‘don’t I?’

 

Ready to run…

End Notes:
Reveiws are really

appreciated... ;O)

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