[MrGaryy]

"Hugo adjusted his tie in the mirror in the lobby of the church. He was feeling all nervous and clammy. This was all so surreal, one day he's sipping matini's poolside with his fierce wife Jennifer, the next he's back in rainy London for the wedding of his one time online-BFF Mark freaking Waldof?!? He pressed down his shirt and looked at himself. 'You are a strong, competent gurl. MAN, I mean man....you can do this...' he muttered to himself . He checked his hair one last time and then walked briskly through the double doors and into a darkly lit room with a few rows of seats. He looked around and saw a lady in a suit he thought he recognised but thought nothing of it. He sat down, third row from the front and starting reading the book let but he couldn't understand most of it, it all seemed another language to him. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, assuring himself it would all be cool.

Suddenly his silence was broken by a holler of 'WELL HELLOOOO- oh. where the **** is everyone?' Shu-Ann burst into the room in a sparkling, turquoise, full length gown, with transparent heels and a tiara resting a top of his towering blonde wig. He stumbled down the aisle paying no attention to Hugo and sat down in the second row, opposite Hugo. A short man in a blue suit sat next to him, Shu-Ann muttered something to him but he was too busy on his BlackBerry to notice. Hugo stared at this travesty of a man for what seemed like hours before finally breaking his stare and decided it was time he re-introduced himself.

He shimmied over a few seat so he was next to them. 'Shaun? Is..is that you?!' he spurted. Crap. he had planned to be a tad smoother than that. 'Actually' Shaun began as he flipped his hair over his shoulders, 'I prefer to be called Shu-Ann these days...' Hugo went blank. 'Of, erm course.'

Shu-Ann looked more closely at Hugo now. 'And you are?' he chuckled.
'It's me...Hugo?'
'HUGO? O:' Shaun was taken a back. The Hugo he remembered wasn't quite so much a quivering mess as this stammering moron next to him.
'Wow...' Shaun turned to the man next to him, 'Hey Dean, recognise anyone?' he asked with a cheeky smirk.
'...should I?' Dean queried.
'It's Hugo!' Shaun leaned in a tad closer 'You know, that guy who Mark.. you know....'
'Oh of course! How could I forget!' Dean went in to shake hands with Hugo who apprehensively accepted. He still wasn't sure of who this Dean person was. And to be truthful, he didn't care, he was too mesmorised by Shaun's make-up. It was like an oil painting. Colorful with an oily base...

'So, our little Mark getting hitched eh? Who'd have thunk it?' Shaun giggled. Hugo sat back on his seat. How did he get here? He never imagined he'd be sitting next a ****** Shaun at the wedding of his one time lover with his wife waiting outside. Before Hugo could contemplate any longer, the doors opened again. This time another familiar face was on the other side.

Gary strolled coolly and slowly in and took in his surroundings..."



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