A bridesmaids Tale part 3

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Here is the next part in our tale of Puppy love.

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Andy

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A Bridesmaid's Tale. Part 3

The little girl’s mother called her name, and she gave Andy one last beaming smile before skipping away.

Andy straightened, brushing his hands over the glossy fabric of his dress as he turned back to Will. “Well,” he said, still a little stunned, “that happened.”

Will cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah.”

Andy looked at him curiously. “You okay?”

Will hesitated for only a second before flashing his usual smirk. “I was just thinking,” he said casually, “she’s got a point, you know.”

Andy frowned. “What do you mean?”

Will bumped his shoulder lightly. “You do look kind of like a princess.”

Andy groaned, shoving him back playfully. “Oh, shut up.”

Will just laughed, but as they stood side by side again, something had shifted between them—something small, something quiet.

Something neither of them fully understood yet.

For the first time that evening, Andy and Will fell into silence.

Not the usual, easy silence of two best friends who’d spent years together—not the comfortable kind where words weren’t needed.

This was… different.

A strange sort of quiet.

Andy’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of his dress, still feeling the warmth of the little girl’s words in his chest. His heart was fluttering, his thoughts muddled. He’d been so wrapped up in nerves, in the awkwardness of the dress, the oddness of the heels, the surreal experience of this whole day—but now?

Now, all he could think about was Will.

He could feel him standing beside him, close enough that their arms nearly brushed.

And when he finally dared to steal a glance at his best friend, he nearly gasped.

Because Will was already looking at him.

Their eyes met.

Andy felt his stomach flip.

Will’s face turned the faintest shade of pink.

Andy felt heat rise up his own neck.

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved. It was like something had locked them in place—like some invisible thread had been strung between them, pulling tight in the space between glances and blushes.

Across the room, Maria and Jane were loving this.

“Oh, precious,” Jane murmured, practically vibrating with delight.

Maria took a slow sip of her champagne, a knowing smile playing at her lips. “I told you.”

Jane leaned in conspiratorially. “Do you think they know yet?”

Maria chuckled. “Oh, not a chance. But give it time.”

Back by the window, Andy finally forced himself to look away, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. What was that?

Will, rubbing the back of his neck, shifted awkwardly on his feet. He let out a small, nervous chuckle. “Sooo…” he started, clearly searching for something, anything, to break the sudden tension.

“Yeah,” Andy croaked, voice slightly too high.

Silence again.

Will let out a breath. “That little girl was sweet.”

Andy nodded quickly. “Yeah! Yeah, she was—really sweet. So sweet.”

Another pause.

Andy cleared his throat, his fingers still clutching the fabric of his dress. “And, uh… thanks. For earlier.”

Will tilted his head. “For what?”

Andy licked his lips. “Just… everything. Keeping me from freaking out. Making me laugh. Holding my hand.” His voice wavered slightly on the last part, and he hoped Will didn’t notice.

Will did.

He hesitated for half a second, then, with a slightly shy smile, nudged Andy’s arm. “Hey, that’s what best friends are for, right?”

Andy swallowed. “Right. Best friends.”

But as he looked at Will again, and Will looked back at him, something unspoken hung between them—something neither of them had the words for yet.

And somewhere across the ballroom, Maria and Jane shared one last, knowing glance.

It was only a matter of time now.

Andy had never felt so aware of someone before.

He wasn’t sure what was happening—why the air between them felt charged, why his chest was so tight, why his stomach wouldn’t settle.

This was Will. Will. His best friend, the boy he had spent half his life with, the one who had always been there, steady and familiar.

But right now, standing in this dress, in this moment, something was… different.

It wasn’t just the dress, though that certainly added to the strangeness of it all. Andy knew he was a boy, but right now, wrapped in shimmering pink latex, with his polished nails and soft curls framing his face, he didn’t feel like the boy he had been this morning. He wasn’t sure what he felt like. There was something about it all—something that felt right in a way he didn’t expect.

And then there was Will.

Will, who also knew he was a boy, but was looking at him in a way Andy had never seen before. There was a hesitation in his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable.

Did he feel this weird fluttering in his chest, too?

The nervous small talk between them continued, both of them fumbling through awkward sentences.

“So, uh, the cake looked good,” Andy said, shifting slightly.

Will nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, yeah, it—looked really… cakey.”

Andy let out a nervous laugh. “Cakey?”

Will groaned. “Shut up.”

Silence again.

Andy bit his lip, his hands fidgeting with the soft ruffles of his dress. His whole body felt like it was vibrating, his mind a mess of questions he couldn’t quite put into words.

And then—

He felt it.

A warm touch.

Fingers brushing against his own.

Slow, hesitant.

And then, with quiet certainty—Will gently took his hand in his.

Andy’s breath caught.

His heart flipped.

He looked up, startled, his eyes wide.

Will wasn’t looking at him—he was staring down at their hands, his own expression unreadable. His grip wasn’t firm, but it wasn’t uncertain either. Just a steady, quiet hold, like he was testing the waters of something new, something neither of them quite understood.

Andy didn’t pull away.

He couldn’t.

His skin tingled where their hands met, warmth spreading up his arm and into his chest, making it impossible to think.

Will finally spoke, his voice quieter than before.

“This okay?”

Andy barely managed a nod. “Yeah,” he breathed.

Their fingers stayed entwined, the ballroom bustling around them, but in this little corner, it was just the two of them—silent, uncertain, but together.

And across the room, Maria and Jane were positively delighted.

Andy couldn’t move.

The noise of the wedding reception faded into the background—the clinking glasses, the laughter, the gentle hum of music. It all blurred into nothing as he stood there, feeling nothing but this.

Will’s hand in his.

Warm. Steady. Real.

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them dared.

Andy’s mind was a swirling mess of emotions, a tangled knot of feelings he couldn’t begin to sort through. His heart was still flipping, his fingers tingling where Will’s skin met his.

He was sure Will could hear it, the way his pulse hammered in his chest.

Why did this feel so big? So important?

Will hadn’t let go.

If anything, his fingers had tightened slightly around Andy’s, his thumb just barely brushing against his skin. It was such a small movement, but it sent a shiver down Andy’s spine.

And when Andy glanced up—just for a second—he saw something on Will’s face that made his breath catch.

Confusion.

Softness.

A kind of careful curiosity, like he wasn’t sure what was happening either but didn’t want to pull away.

Andy swallowed hard.

Will knew he was a boy.

Andy knew he was a boy.

And yet…

There was an aura around Andy tonight, something neither of them could put words to. The way the light hit his dress, the gentle sheen of his polished lips, the soft curls of his hair—it all blurred the lines of what had always been so simple between them.

Andy didn’t feel just like the boy he had been this morning.

And Will wasn’t looking at him like he was just his best friend anymore.

But neither of them had the words for it yet.

So they stood there, their hands entwined, their hearts racing, completely and utterly lost in whatever this was.

And across the ballroom, Maria and Jane shared a quiet, knowing smile.

It was only a matter of time.