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[zoloft zombie]

charlotte spencer chaplin

xoxoxoxoxox;;imissyouiloveyouxoxoxoxobut you can call me charlie♥

TWO DAYS LATER



Two days had passed since the rehearsal dinner but Zakky's words were still repeating in her mind. One of the last things he had said to her that day was that they would find other people during their marriage. Even though they weren't in love or anything like that, his words still stung. She didn't want to think about her husband cheating on her. She just wanted to cry whenever she thought about it. Her eyes would water but she hold back the tears before they even dared fall onto her cheeks. She couldn't cry. It would be stupid to cry over something that was so likely to happen but not with her. She wouldn't sleep with anyone else once she was married to Zakkary. That just wouldn't be right and it wasn't the kind of girl she was. She wasn't the type to cheat on her spouse. Zakkary was another story. She wanted to think that he wouldn't cheat on her but if he did, she wouldn't be too surprised by it. Though part of her was still hoping that he had only said those things because he was drunk and still upset by the thought of marrying her. Shaking her head a little, Charlie closed her eyes for a moment and just stood there, silencing out all the noise around her. She didn't want to hear any of what everyone around her was saying. Their words were just static to her. Her mind was just going over had happened and what was going to happen. It was like she was preparing herself for what was about to come. It was inevitable. There was no turning back now. There were over two hundred people gathered outside. The ceremony was taking place outside because their parents thought a wedding outdoors would be nice. Even she had to admit that the way everything was set up was very beautiful but that it didn't make what she was doing any easier on her. Soon, she would have a white gold wedding band in her left ring finger. Soon, she would be Mrs. Zakkary James Kingston...

A sigh came from her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror and looked at she was wearing. Of course, she looked beautiful but she didn't feel like a bride. She didn't feel like she should've been getting married. She felt like she was someone else. There were girls and women all around her, telling her how beautiful she looked and how lucky she was to be marrying someone like Zakkary. She didn't feel like she was lucky to be marrying Zakkary. Actually, she felt like the most unlucky girl in the world because she was marrying him. What girl would want to marry someone who blatantly stated that he was likely to cheat after the wedding. Charlie had even told her parents about what Zakky had said but there was nothing that could be done. The deal was sealed and she had to marry him regardless of what he said he was likely to do. She wondered if there was some kind of clause in their deal about cheating and what would happen if one of them did cheat on the other. Even if there was, it wasn't like it would possibly stop the cheating from happening. There was probably only one thing that would stop the cheating from happening and that was Zakky falling in love with Charlie but she didn't think that was likely to happen. She didn't think there was any chance that he would fall in love with her but she knew it was likely she would fall in love with him even if he did cheat on her. Though the cheating would make it harder for her.

Shaking those thoughts from her head, Charlotte smiled softly as she watched her bridesmaids and maid of honor walking out of the room to meet up with Zakkary's groomsmen and best man to walk down the aisle before she did. She took a deep breath before she looked at her father who was waiting to walk out to the courtyard and down the aisle to her husband. Of course, he was smiling which was the only reason she was smiling. "I think I'm ready, Dad." She said softly as she walked over to where he was standing and linked her arm with his. "Alright, honey. Be brave. Everything will work out in the end." Her father said softly as he began to lead her out of the room as well. All she could do was nod her head and follow her father. In her hands, she was holding a bouquet of calla lily's, her favorite flower, and she was holding them tight. Occasionally, she would down at the flowers for a few moments before she would look forward again. Soon, they were no more than five feet from the aisle, which was just a light yellow strip of velvety fabric that had been laid out over the grass. Her eyes soon drifted over to Zakkary, who was looking straight at her. Her heart immediately began to race and her cheeks turned bright red before she looked away from him. She was sure he probably thought she looked like a snow beast or something like that. There was no way in hell he would think she even looked remotely beautiful. Biting her lip as they made their way down the aisle, Charlie tried her hardest not to look at Zakkary but soon, he was all she had left to look at since he had taken her hand once they had reached where he was standing. Soon, the priest asked who was giving her in marriage and of course, her father said he and her mother did before taking his seat beside her mother. She took one last look at her father before she walked with Zakkary to where they were supposed to be standing but still, his hand did not leave hers.

Charlotte stood there silently as Zakkary repeated the words he was told to and soon slipped a small white gold ring onto her left ring finger. Even though the ring was light as air it felt like it weighed over a ton. Taking a deep shaky breath, she looked up into Zakky's eyes before she began to repeat what the priest was saying, "I, Charlotte Spencer Chaplin, take Zakkary James Kingston to be lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for all the days of my life." Her words were soft but she was sure that everyone had heard what she said. The last thing she had left to do was slip the ring onto his left ring finger as he had done just moments before. Her hand was shaking uncontrollably as she slipped the ring onto his finger and once it was on, she looked up at him again but before she knew it, the priest had said he could kiss her. Soon, his lips were pressed against her own and he was holding tight against him. Much to her surprise, he was using his tongue in the kiss but soon, she was returning the kiss in the same fashion he had given it to her. Also to her surprise, she felt tingles going up and down her spine and had the feeling of a million butterflies fluttering about in her stomach. He hadn't kissed her in the same way he had two days before. When he had kissed her at the pub, it was because he was drunk and was probably trying to prove something. The kiss he had just given her was completely different. Once it was over, she just stared up into his eyes before she allowed him to just lead her away from the altar with everyone screaming gleefully behind them.

When they were away from everyone else and were on their way to the hotel where the reception was being held, Charlotte just looked at Zakkary before staring down at her ring. They were married now and it felt like the wold was crashing down around them. Though as they were sitting in the limo, Charlie got this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knew all too well. It was the same feeling she would get right before she and Chester would sleep together when they were still together. Biting her lip and blushing, she would occasionally look over at Zakky but whenever she did, the butterflies would come back and she would look away. She was unbelievably attracted to Zakkary right now and she just wanted to do some not so PG things with him. It wasn't like anyone would know. The driver wouldn't be able to hear them and the windows were tinted so no one outside the car would be able to see them. She didn't necessarily want to sleep with him just yet. It was more like she wanted to fool around with him. Feeling a little more bold than she usually did, Charlie leaned over and pressed her lips against her husbands. Before she knew it, the kiss had turned into something more. Hands and lips were going to certain places. Moans and groans were filling the air. It felt like heaven. It actually felt right...

Once they had arrived at their destination, both Charlie and Zakky were back in the positions they had been before and she couldn't stop smiling. She was happy but she couldn't help but wonder if Zakkary was happy. She also couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't stopped when he felt her back while they were making out. Maybe he just wasn't phased by it and just didn't think anything of it. With a smile still on her face, she got out of the limo with Zakkary and followed him into the room where the reception was being held. Of course, everyone was already there and clapped when the newlyweds waked into the room. She just hoped no one would notice the hickey on her neck that Zakkary had given her. There were hickeys in other places but those were hidden by her dress. No one but Zakky knew about them and no one else but him would ever see them.



ooc; hope this is okay and not too long. i got a little carried away. XD





we think too much and feel too little.

[blonde310]

ZAKKARY JAMES KINGSTON
the son of greed.

TWO DAYS (AND ONE HELL OF A HANGOVER) LATER.

Wedding Day. Holy ********, this wasn't good. He had tried so desperately to weasel out of it at the rehearsal. He had yelled at his parents, multi-tasking it with leaning over his toilet and purging out his insides thanks to all the alcohol he had consumed. He had refused to co-operate with anything his parents said. He did not spend anymore time with Charlotte after departing from the bar two days prior. Yet, it was still the 'big day' and everything was still happening according to his parent's plan. Short of offing his parents, there was no way to get out of this. Unfortunately, being fully sober and having both his parent's eyes on him meant that he was not encouraged to shoot them. What a shame. With a very hesitant sigh, Zakky stood up from the chair that he rested on and braved a look in the mirror. [********] he muttered feebly. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black and gray pinstripe vest and pale green silk tie. On his bottoms were the finest pair of slacks every imaginable and some very pricey black dress shoes. Over a chair hung his black suit jacket with a silk handkerchief poking out of the breast pocket that matched his tie. Anyone could see that he looked fine and was the perfect gentleman by appearances, but, no matter what anyone could or would say, Zakky's mind was set like concrete: he looked stupid. Worst of all, his normally shaggy hair had been brutally attacked by his mother's instructions and a hairdresser who only spoke French. Normally he would have marvelled at his mother's linguistic skills, but considering this meant the hairdresser did not understand one word of Zakky's protests and only understood his mother, he was less then impressed. His hair was combed over and flat, making him resemble a five year old child. He felt silly enough for getting married. Truly, he didn't need to look the part as well.

Just as Zakky was about to ruffle his hair up, his mother came in, face glowing. Finances usually had that effect on her. "Oh, Zakkary..." she said slowly as she moved towards him. Slowly, she reached her hands up to adjust his tie and fiddle with his collar. "You look so grown up." Although this was a rather heartfelt comment by his mother's standards, Zakky was not at all moved. Instead, he just looked at his mother skeptically and did not say a word. Obviously bothered by this, his mother shuffled back a little and placed her hands on his shoulders. "I'm so proud of you." she whispered as her eyes slowly became pink. The doubt on Zakky's face soon softened into a very tight lipped smile. "Okay." he muttered in return. It was the only thing he could muster. Everything else that was circulating on the tip of his tongue with either a swear word or a sarcastic, cynical remark. Knowing that this was cause his mother stress, Zakky just bit his tongue. He was no doubt going to cause enough stress after the marriage. No need to cause even more beforehand. Standing in the silence with his mother soon grew awkward, though the moment was soon broken by the entry of his father. Zakkary didn't look up at his father, but instead found a sudden interest in his shoes. "Darling, it's time." William said to his wife. Zakkary's mother kiss him on the cheek and embraced him before heading out of the room. Zakkary expected his father to follow suit, but, to Zak's dismay, he stayed in the room. Feeling as if obligated to do so, Zakky looked at his father. He seemed as stern and bitter as always, but a tiny smile rested on his lips. That was new. And also scary. To add to Zakky's fear, William soon clasped his hand on his son's arm and gripped tightly, so tight that it hurt. "You'll be a fine husband." he said before letting go, adjusting his suit and walking out the room. From the way his father had just acted, Zakky supposed his words were more instructions and a threat instead of a display of affection. And, to make things even worse, the b*****d creased Zakky's shirt.

With a sigh, Zakky smooth out the creases on his shirt and headed over to the chair, where he grabbed his coat and slid into it. It only made him look finer, but Zakky, blinded by annoyance and dismay, felt that it made him look more moronic. The only thing he could do now was run far, far away, perhaps to some remote village in Mexico. But, his parents would no doubt send every force ever imaginable to find him, so his run would be futile. This left nothing left but to get married. With one last look in the mirror, the once happy, single nineteen year old left the room, hands in his pocket. He felt so miserable that he could cry, but it wasn't to wise to show this. Sentimental people would no doubt mistake his tears for tears of happiness instead of misery and despair. As he walked outside to where the wedding was to be held, he had the 'dum dum de dum' of the wedding march playing a vicious cycle in his mind, taunting him about what was to come. With the irritating notes repeating so loudly in his mind, Zakky forgot to walk up the aisle with good posture and a smile. Instead, he slumped his way up, back hunched, his hands still in his pockets. He could feel his father's eyes boring into him, but he showed no interest. Instead, he just made it all the way to the end of the aisle, straightened up, pulled his hands out of his pocket and waited for the end of life as he knew it.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.
She was walking slowly down the aisle, her arm intertwined with her father's. His father in law. Don't get him wrong, she looked ravishing in her dress and the flowers complimented her perfectly. And, perhaps under different circumstances he wouldn't mind getting married to her, but right now, the last thing he wanted to do was marry the girl that was walking up the aisle. After what felt like an eternity of dread, Charlotte's father soon left the two to be wed. With a silent sigh, Zakky loosely grabbed Charlotte's hand and turned to face the priest. "Here we go." he thought miserably as the priest began. It was a quite tedious ceremony. The priest spoke, then Zakkary was meant to repeat and slid a ring on Charlotte's finger, then the priest spoke again, then Charlotte was supposed to do as Zakkary had done. As the wedding band was slid onto his finger, Zakkary felt as if he might burst into tears in the middle of family and friends. Thankfully, he held his composure, but just barely. As juvenile as it may seem, the only thing that Zakky could think of while looking at the band of commitment was 'this sucks!'. After only a few more words, the priest was finished with his little cermony. Zakky was no longer free and the only way to express that was to seal it with a kiss. Zakky took a quick look around. Many eager faces starred back at him, just waiting for the moment. He shruggle slightly and with the attitude of 'may as well give the people what they're after', Zakky leant forward and kissed Charlotte. No, his bride. He closed his eyes and let himself fall for the kiss. To tell the absolute truth, it was enjoyable. Great, even. Far better then his drunken smooch at the bar. This one felt far more natural and, more importantly, far more reciprocated. It was always a nice feeling, no matter how bad situations were.

Zakky soon pulled back from the kiss, a tiny smile on his lips. Without too much hesitation, he gripped Charlotte's hands and hurried down the aisle and into the waiting limousine. He slid in, and closed the door behind him and...well, sat there. It was awkward for the pair to be married without knowing too much about each other. Or anything other than one another's names, for that matter. So, during most of the car ride, Zakky sat contently, though couldn't help but notice the way Charlotte constantly gazed over at him, biting her lip. Feisty. Zakky turned to her and smiled slightly, almost encouragingly. And, after that, well! Their kissing and so much more was so steamy it almost fogged up the limousine windows, but thank goodness they were tinted. You could say that was certainly a way to help consummate their marriage. Once finished up, the pair had to quickly readjust themselves. Charlotte looked liked she had done before, expected for one discreet little mark that lined her dainty neck. Zakky, on the other hand, looked like he had stood in front of a giant fan. His hair was ruffled to perfection, his tie was over his shoulders, his sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was not buttoned properly. Swearing, Zakky desperately tried to fix himself as the limo pulled up to the reception. He was able to readjust his tie, button up his shirt and hurriedly yank down his sleeves, but his hair was so messy he doubted even the finest French hairdresser could help it. Oh well, he didn't mind a bit. He just looked sexier that way.

Without the safety of a mirror check, Zakky had to trust that he was presentable enough. He was about to ask the driver if he could use the rear view mirror, when he realised that the driver was no longer in the seat, but was opening Zakky's door. Hoping he was fine, Zakky slid out of the car, grabbing Charlie's hand and pulling her out as he did so. Then, hand in hand, Mister and Mrs. Zakkary James Kingston walked into the reception. It was happiness and smiles all around, enough to make him sick. Thankfully, there was soon a diversion from this. At least, Zakkary thought he should be thankful for it. For a moment, anyway. After stepping in and being congratulated by people that he did not know, someone dropped a flute of champagne. Another person gasped, as did a few others. Then, the room fell silent, though was immediately picked up by the signs of hushed whispers. Zakky's eyes darted from left to right. Immediately, he thought that everyone could see Charlotte's love bite. But after looking from her to his mother, he was dreadfully mistaken. His mother had been the one to drop the flute. Her eyes were fixated on one of his arms. Zakky gulped and looked down at what had caused all the commotion. "Oh, ********] he whispered in a small voice. Down his arm was something that he had been used to looking at, though it was the first time the public had noticed it. In his haste to get out of the limo, Zakky had pulled down his sleeves, but not well enough. The tattoos that lined his left forearm were clearly visible. "Um," was all he brought himself to say. Nothing would suffice as an explanation. He was a goner. And both his mother and father slowly walked towards him to make sure of it.

ooc; there's no wedding like a wedding with surprises. C:

[zoloft zombie]

charlotte spencer chaplin

xoxoxoxoxox;;imissyouiloveyouxoxoxoxobut you can call me charlie♥

Everything seemed so fine when they walked in but suddenly, everything turned upside down. Someone had dropped a glass of champagne and that someone had been her new mother-in-law. The whole room was filled with the sounds of hushed whispers and odd looks. It only took her a few more moments to realize what was causing all the commotion at their reception. It seemed that when Zakkary and her had exited the limo, he had missed something very important. He had pulled his sleeves down but he hadn't pulled them down enough. The tattoos on his left arm were completely visible. Her eyes widened and she barely had time to react to what was going on before she noticed both her in-laws were heading towards them. Neither looked happy and she could understand why. This was going to cause a scandal for the family. She unintentionally gripped her new husbands hand tighter and tried to think of something to do. So many ideas were running through her mind as they began to close in on the newlyweds. Her heart was racing and she was breathing so heavily. She could even swear there was beads of sweat forming on her forehead, which would inevitably ruin her perfect makeup but that wasn't the most important to be worrying about. What she needed to be worrying about was trying to find a way out of this situation and suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Taking one final look around the room, she squeezed Zakky's hand and laced their fingers before pulling him out the door.

Once they were outside, Charlotte looked up at her new husband and managed to smile a tiny bit before she looked over at the limo driver. He had a shocked look on his face like he was wondering why they were back so fast. She was about to tell him to start the car before she heard someone burst out the door of the reception venue. She closed her eyes for a moment to gain her composure before she looked to see who it was. Of course, it was Mr. and Mrs. Kingston and they still didn't look very happy. Mr. Kingston tried to grab and pull Zakkary away from her but Charlie wouldn't let him. No one was going to pull her husband away from her, not even his own father. "Charlotte, step aside and let us have a word with our son," his father said in a hushed, angry tone. Charlotte shook her head and looked the older man in the eyes. "No, I will not. I will not let you pull my husband away from me and I will not let you ruin my wedding day by causing a scene! As much as this day was not looked forward to by either of us, it will not be ruined!" Charlie said sternly, which seemed to surprise her in-laws. They had never heard her speak more than a few words and whenever she had spoken, it was in a soft tone. The tone she had just used was not so soft and she was certainly not a very happy camper. Her in-laws seemed to back down a little when they realized how serious she really was about not letting them ruin her wedding day. It was probably the only one she was ever going to have.

Without so much as another word, the Kingston's went back inside and she was left alone with Zakkary. She bit her lip for a moment while she looked up at him. She wondered if he was angry with her for being a little rude to his parents but she honestly didn't know what had come over her. Everything had just slipped out before she even realized what she had done. It was better than just getting in the limo and leaving. That probably would've made his parents more angry with him. Taking a deep breath, she pulled his sleeve the rest of the way down and made sure the tattoos weren't visible this time. "Lets go back inside and try to enjoy the rest of our reception. We still have to have our first dance and cut the cake, you know," she said softly before she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. She then took his hand in her own again and led him back inside where everything seemed to be normal once again. There was a lot of chit-chatting going on between the guests, most of whom she really didn't know or recognize. She just smiled at them as they congratulated her on the marriage and wished them many years of happiness. It seemed like everyone had forgotten about the commotion that had happened not too long before. Maybe before they had come back inside his parents had told everyone not to make a big fuss about it right now, which would've been a good thing to do. A content sigh escaped her lips as she laid her head on Zakky's arm and closed her eyes for just a moment to relax just a little.

Charlotte didn't get to relax for very long before it was announced that it was time for them to have their first dance as husband and wife. Before she had time to process the situation, Zakkary was leading her to the middle of the dance floor with this devious smile on his lips. That smile made her worry just a little as his arms wrapped around her waist. Instinctively, she slipped her arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes as he began to sway with her to the song that was playing. It was some slow love song. She couldn't help but blush a little as they continued to dance. It was because of the way he was looking at her. The way he was just staring into her eyes. It was almost like he was actually enjoying dancing with her. Like he was happy to be near here. It wasn't like when they had danced at their rehearsal dinner. Though of course it was different. Before they were just engaged but now they were married. He was her husband and she was his wife. They were legally bound to each other. It was very unsettling and exciting all at the same time. She never thought she would be married at such a young age and to someone she had only known for a short amount of time but there was nothing that could be done about it now. The only thing that was left to do was continue dancing until the song was over and it seemed that was what they were going to do.

we think too much and feel too little.

[blonde310]

ZAKKARY JAMES KINGSTON
the son of greed.

Well, now. This was quite a predicament for young Zakkary to be in! Just moments ago, he was enjoying the 'company' of his new wife and now, it seemed like he was going to be murdered by his own parents. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," he thought over and over again as the crowd stared at him and his parents edged further and further towards him. Yes, this was it. The end of his young life. He was sure of it. But, thankfully, Charlotte wasn't going to let him die. She tugged on his hand and swiftly pulled him out of the room and outside. "Oh, thank God!" Zakky said before exhaling deeply. He'd been saved. But, he didn't want to savour the feeling outside. As he and Charlotte stepped towards the limousine, his parents joined them outside. Zakky gulped loudly. He'd defied and angered them before, though he was sure having ink in his skin went far above and beyond that. Their faces screamed out that he was correct. "Charlotte, step aside and let us have a word with our son," William said. Zakky could have passed out thanks to the harsh tone his father used. "B-bill, I mean, uh, father..." he stammered. There were no words to express why he should keep the tattoos, nor enough apologies in the world to tell his parents how sorry he was for getting tattooed. Repeatedly. Thankfully, it seemed that someone else was determined to do the talking for him.

As Charlotte firmly responded to his father, Zakky eyed her carefully. "Are you mad, woman?!" he hissed. No - one-not business associates, not Evelyn, not even William's own mother- talked to him like that. Well, with the occasional exception of Zakky, that is. For some reason, it seemed to have effect. William and Evelyn both nodded and turned to leave. Before Zakky could breath a sigh of relief, his father turned his head and shot him a glance that caused Zakky to feel quite faint. Without a doubt, when Charlotte was not around, Zakky would be screamed at till William's voice was hoarse and hit until William's hand was crimson and sore. Zak shuddered at the thought. "Uh, thanks, you know...for doing that," he said awkwardly as he ruffled his hair. Charlotte soon rolled his sleeve down and informed him of the wedding cliches that were yet to come. Cake eating. First dance. And, no doubt, the throwing of the bouquet. Zakky desperately fought the urge to shudder and roll his eyes simultaneously. "Oh, great," he said. While he had tried to mean what he said, his voice still sound awfully sarcastic. Hoping to avoid the detection of said sarcasm, Zakky turned to walk inside, though Charlotte swiftly pecked him on the lips before he could move. He laughed nervously. "Oh, uh, thankyou," he said awkwardly. He couldn't help but imagine that he was not acting like the charming husband that Charlotte so desired, but it was almost natural for him to refute affection.

Hand in hand, the pair walked back into the reception. Zakky was expecting to see the glaring faces of hundreds of people, though, thankfully, he was greeted by friendly, unfamiliar faces. Well, with the exception of his sour-looking parents, of course. As soon as he and Charlotte were well within the room, many elderly well wishers came to greet and congratulate him. The men clapped his shoulder a little too hard and the woman pinched his cheeks a little too vigorously. But, he put up with it. There was no sense in making things more awkward then he felt they were. There was also NO, NO, NO sense in enraging his parents more then he had already done. No forehead veins needed to burst at this reception. He continued to shake hands and kiss cheeks while Charlotte rested gently on his shoulder. While he felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't bother with telling her to move. They needed to appear as a couple and, besides, she looked rather sweet, cute and peaceful as she rested.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, if you'll gather around. It's time for the bride and groom to share their first dance."
Zakky smiled. As sad as it was, he didn't mind dancing. It was practically the only thing his father never offered his criticism to. Shrugging his shoulder gently so Charlotte would lift her head, he took her hand in his and lead her to the dance floor. With a smile on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close to him. He placed his cheek against her head and sighed softly. It was embarrassing to admit, even to himself, but...she practically smelt like Heaven. Like every sweet smelling flower in the world subtly rolled in to one scent. He held her closer. Oddly, this wasn't as awkward as he had imagined. It was, in fact, quite nice. He held her close to him and danced until the end of the slow paced love song. At the end, he released his grip and simply held her hand while everyone around them clapped. He smiled at her and was going to ask for another dance when someone tapped his shoulder. He desperately wanted to ignore it, but his mother's signature 'ahem!' made him turn around. "Yes, mother?" he asked. His mother smiled at him. "May I have this dance, dear?" she asked softly. Zakky sighed and nodded. "Oh, Charlotte, dear," Evelyn said as she took her son's hand, ",I'll just dance this one song with Zakkary. Perhaps you should see if your father wishes to dance?" Evelyn then swiftly pulled her son across the dance floor and away from Charlotte. She honestly didn't care if she only had five seconds before Charlotte interrupted them again, she didn't need long.

"Son, we are so thoroughly disappointed in you," she said. Her voice was stern, even though she was smiling warmly at him. My, she was excellent at putting on a show.
"Look, I'm sor-" Zakky began, though he was interjected.
"I'm not finished, young man. You will get those horrendous things removed as soon as possible. You will also make this marriage work! We're not getting money in an instant. It'll take time. If you ruin this for myself and your father, the consequences will be dire." "Yes, mother." "Oh, I almost forgot," Evelyn said as a wicked smile grew on her lips. ",we've set up a meeting for some wedding magazine while you're away regarding the wedding. It would be swell if you mentioned the lovely story of how you two met when we holidayed in Paris and how you intend to start a family soon." With no further words, his mother stopped dancing with him and left. Zakky stood in the middle of the dance floor, positively aghast. Not only was he being interviewed, he had to lie to the interviewer. This was supposed to be a wondrous, memorable time in his life, but it seemed memorable for the wrong reasons. While he desperately wanted to grab a few glasses of the champagne that was circulating, he turned and walked through the dance floor to find Charlotte. She most definitely needed to be aware of what was happening. And on their honeymoon!

ooc; hope this is alright!
if it's too overboard, let me know!

[zoloft zombie]

charlotte spencer chaplin

xoxoxoxoxox;;imissyouiloveyouxoxoxoxobut you can call me charlie♥

Charlotte was very much enjoying dancing with Zakkary. It was hard to admit even to herself but she was very comfortable being this close to him. She could practically feel his heart beating against her chest and that was an oddly soothing feeling. His breathing was slow and calm much like her own. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as they continued to dance. It was hard not to. She was just that comfortable and he needed seemed to be just as comfortable with her. His cheek was resting against her head and she could have sworn he was smelling her. She didn't mind though. He was her husband so it was to be expected. As the song continued, Charlie found herself not wanting it to ever end. She didn't want the song to end because she didn't want to stop being this close to him. Everything between them seemed to have changed after their little session in the limo on the way to where they were now. He seemed more comfortable with her and she seemed to be more comfortable with him as well. Well, after seeing as much as they had of each other and doing as much as they had, most would expect that they would be closer. It was safe to say, at least for her, that at least they were friends and that they didn't exactly hate each other like they had before. He wasn't spitting fire and talking about divorce constantly. Oh, and he wasn't drinking himself into a stupor at a bar three blocks away from where they were now. And that was a good thing.

Just as the song came to an end, Charlie opened her eyes and looked up to see that Zakkary was smiling at her. It caused her cheeks to flush with color as she smiled back at him. Before she could say or do anything, there was someone tapping on his shoulder. It was his mother asking to dance with her son. Of course, Charlotte just nodded her head with a smile and wandered off to find her father who would without a doubt want to dance with her. When she found him, he was idly talking with a few men his age while taking the occasional sip of his champagne. Much like Evelyn had with Zakky, she tapped her father on the shoulder to get his attention. "Would you like to dance, Dad?" Charlie asked softly as she looked up at her father. Upon hearing what his daughter had just asked, his face lit up and he smiled softly at her. "Of course I would," he said softly as he lead his daughter to the dance floor. Once they were there, he placed his hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As they danced, she rested her head on his shoulder for a moment because now, she wasn't her daddy's little girl. She was Zakkary's wife. She was a woman now and in a way, it was almost heartbreaking for her. She was going to miss being his little girl. Soon, she was going to be a mother and at the moment, that was a scary thought. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and looked up at her father.

They continued to dance until the song was over. After her father let her go, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Don't worry, honey. You'll make a great wife and mother. Zakkary will realize he's lucky to have a girl like you." With those words, Charles walked away and back to the men he had been talking to earlier, leaving her alone in the middle of the dance floor. She had to close her eyes tight to stop herself from crying in the middle of her reception. Just as she opened her eyes, she saw that Zakkary was standing in front her with a worried expression on his face. Immediately, she knew something major was bothering him. She just didn't know what it was but she was about to find out. He took her hand and led her away from the dance floor and into a quiet area of the reception venue. Looking around, she realized they were completely alone but she could hear what was going on in the other room. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to listen to anything Zakky was about to say. As he began to speak, her eyes began to grow wider with each word that came out of his mouth. His parents wanted him to get rid of his tattoos and during their honeymoon, they were going to be interviewed for a wedding magazine where they had to lie about how they met. His parents wanted them to say they had met while on holiday in Paris and soon began a whirlwind romance which had led to their marriage. Her stomach knotted up and she just stood there, dumbfounded.

What seemed like forever had passed before Charlotte was even ready to speak after processing everything he had just said. Taking another deep breath, she gently squeezed his hand before beginning to speak. "So, we have to lie about how we met... during our honeymoon? Are you serious? That's ridiculous!" Charlie said as she looked up into his eyes. She was just so confused. As far as she knew, a honeymoon was meant for the newly married couple to adjust to being married and spend alone time together, not do interviews and lie! Inside, she was so furious with the whole situation but she couldn't show that right then. If she had, she would've stomped back into the room where everyone else was and exploded on both her parents and his. She would've been livid and screaming about ridiculous all of this was. But besides being upset about their honeymoon already being ruined, she was upset about the whole situation with his tattoos. She liked his tattoos. She found them attractive and didn't want him to get rid of them. Slowly, she rolled up his sleeves and ran her fingers down the length of his tattoos before she looked up into his eyes. "I don't want you to get rid of these... I find them attractive..." she whispered softly as she rested her forehead against his chin for just a moment and that moment was soon over when someone barged into the quiet space where they were.

The person who had barged in on them was her own mother. There was a smile on her face as she looked at the pair. "It's time to cut the cake. Everyone is waiting for you." And with that, Georgia mother left them alone. Charlie then pulled his sleeves back down and just took his hand in her own, letting him lead the way back out to where everyone was waiting for them. Once they were there, she saw her wedding cake for the very first time and she couldn't believe how beautiful it looked. It was a six-tier cake with marzipan flowers and buttercream frosting. She wondered what flavor of cake it was as they got closer to it. As they got to where it was, she let go of his hand so he could pick up the knife before she placed her hand over his so they could cut their cake together. As they did, everyone around them was snapping pictures and cheering them on. Once they had a piece cut, it was placed on a plate and she let Zakkary feed her a bite before she did the same then placed a soft kiss on his lips like she had outside. To everyone else, they seemed like the perfect couple. Affectionate and happy to be with each other.



ooc; it was great! :]




we think too much and feel too little.

[blonde310]

ZAKKARY JAMES KINGSTON
the son of greed.

Within moments, Zakky had found Charlotte. He grabbed her hand and took her to a secluded corner of the reception room. He then explained everything his mother had just told him and skipped no detail when doing so. While they had only recently become friends who were on speaking terms, he felt that she deserved a right to know that they had to lie to an interviewer. Thankfully, Charlie listened attentively, which made it easy for Zak to spill the whole story. "So, yeah," he muttered when he had finished. He had nothing else to say on the matter, really. He was flabbergasted that his mother was not only using him for money, but for fame as well. What a b***h! The pair stood silently for a moment, both still in shock from the news. That is, until Charlotte spoke. Zakky breathed a sigh of relief when Charlotte verbally expressed the stupidity of what they had to do. "I know, it's ******** horrendous. Plus...the last time I went to France was when I was five," he said, "I don't know a thing about Paris, but apparently we met there." Obviously, if Charlotte knew nothing about France as well, their interview would be less then convincing. If the interview was poor, his mother, no doubt, would fly all the way to their honeymoon just to scratch his eyes out and scream something about diminishing the family name. He was just continually disappointing in her eyes.

Charlotte soon spoke again and pulled Zakky out of his little reverie. He chuckled as she rolled up his sleeve and ran her fingers over his skin. "Believe me," he muttered, ",they're not coming off. They were way too expensive to waste." He smiled warmly at Charlotte. While he liked the fact that they were ever so slowly learning more about each other, or rather, their greedy families, he still found it a little absurd that they were now married. So, when it was time to cut the cake, it was only natural for him to shudder a little and force a fake smile upon his lips. While he wasn't one for fancy decorations or food arrangements, he did have to admit that the cake looked superb. At least his parents cut no expense when planning the wedding. Slowly, Zakky gripped the knife and waited for Charlotte to place her hand on top of his. Truthfully, there was still a part of him that desired to cut his wedding band off and run like hell. But, he had to act the model husband. So, he posed for a few eager amateur photographers as well as the wedding photographer before cutting into the cake. Whatever flavour it was, it certainly smelt good! He quickly cut some and placed it on a plate before delicately feeding Charlotte a bite and eagerly waiting for some in return. It was utterly fantastic, much like the kiss that followed. At least there were a few perks to being married.

The reception went on for a while longer, then it was time for Zakky and Charlotte to hop into their limousine and travel to their honeymoon. While he hugged many people on the way out, he completely avoided his parents. If they weren't going to act like parents should, then he wasn't going to dignify them by acting like a son. His mother tried to approach him, though he was too swift and had climb into the limo after Charlotte. Without even waving at her, he told the driver they were good to go. And off they went.

ONE PLANE RIDE, SLEEP AND LIMO RIDE LATER.

Hawaii. His parents had paid for a week and a half, all expenses paid in Hawaii. Clearly, they wanted him in a good mood for the interview! However, he wasn't in too good a mood. While most honeymoons are often said to be incredibly romantic and....well, sex-filled, Zakky found his to be neither. In fact, his was a little awkward, to say the least. He didn't lift Charlotte in his arms, charge through the resort, carry her over the threshold and place her onto the large bed and immediately sleep with her. Instead, they awkwardly walked, loosely holding hands into the hotel and into their penthouse suite. As soon as they were there, Zakky walked around and smiled upon finding a complementary tropical fruit platter with champagne. He grabbed the two glasses and handed one to Charlotte. He rose his in the air, a small speech in mind, but instantly backed off from saying it. Everything he said would be a lie. 'Here's to a long, happy marriage' was out. The thought of divorce still hadn't entirely left his mind. 'I love you' was out, too. It was a fairly large lie. So, he simply said, "Cheers," and left it at that. He quickly sipped his champagne, but didn't drown the whole glass. He wanted to stay sober for the sake of Charlotte. Or, at least, he would stay sober until he was bored.

Now, the idea behind the honeymoon, as Zakky was aware, is to spend 'couple time' together. However, Zakky and Charlie had only met each other a few days ago and, despite the vows and rings they had exchanged, Zakky hardly considered them to be a real 'couple'. In fact, they were barely even friends. They were certainly friendly, but 'friends'? Perhaps it was too much of an overstatement. "So, um..." he said softly. "I guess we should do something. Like swimming or....something," While he had made an effort to make things a little more relaxed, it seemed like he was doing the opposite. "Or we could get to know each other." Sarcasm leaked through his voice, despite the fact that he hadn't intended on it. Sighing, Zakky sat on the nearby cushion-covered lounge and took another sip of champagne. "What's your favourite colour, favourite car, how many pets do you have, how many people have you slept with? All valid questions we should've asked before marriage," he said. "So, am I to grill you with questions or should we do something else?" he asked. Zakky took another sip of champagne. Asking his wife what her favourite colour was and what she wished to do on their honeymoon. Now that was just plain awkward.

ooc; hawaii okay? C: