Sunday, 2 September 2012
I should have kissed you.
THE PRE – NUP.
‘I should have kissed you.’
‘I’m sorry did I say that out loud?’
‘Yes. When should you have kissed me, Dave?
‘Before today. Before all this.’ Dave indicated the decorated church and the guests seated patiently in murmuring rows.
‘Kiss me now Dave.’
‘I can’t. Not like I want to.’
‘Then kiss me like I want you to.’
‘Like a friend wishing me well on my wedding day.’
‘I know you would have kissed me back.’
‘No, Dave. It’s always been Brian.’
As she moved to meet his cheek, he turned his head and met her lips with his own. Cupping her face he held it close. All the years of friendship were now something else. She pulled away from him with her hands pressed to her cheeks.
‘I knew you’d kiss me back.’ He grinned.
‘All this time and I never knew. Today of all days, you make me choose.’
‘There’s no choice, Lisa. You will marry Brian.’
‘What about us?’
‘There was never any us. It’s always been Brian, as you said.’
Dave turned away.
‘Don’t leave me Dave.’
At the sound of her voice, he came close again.
‘I am leaving you Lisa. I leave you and your faithless heart to the man you deserve.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘It hasn’t always been Brian, has it? I just proved a point.’
‘So you kissed her like that to prove a point?’ Brian entered the vestry.
‘It’s okay Lisa. What point, Dave?’
‘You are both as fickle as each other. And you… you…’ Dave punctuated the sentence with his index finger.
‘Ignore him, Lisa. Come on.’ They turned to enter the church. Dave followed.
‘Hey, Brian, perhaps I should have kissed you!’
‘You slimy bastard.’ Brian turned and leapt. He landed in the aisle with Dave beneath him.
‘You take that back.’ His heavy fist found its mark.
‘Get off me Brian.’ Dave tasted blood in his mouth.
‘Do you yield?’ It was a question that carried their childhood and all their years of friendship with it. During the pause that followed, Dave searched Brian’s face for truth. Brian’s gaze remained steady and Dave had his answer. Brian would be faithful. Lisa was forgiven.
‘I yield. Now get off me so we can get on with this wedding.’
The congregation once again in its place, Dave moved to his position at the front of the church speaking through his cut lip. ‘Dear friends we are gathered here today...’