scene* A Hotel Ballroom decorated in gold and white with a live band on the stage and waiters serving champagne

The wedding reception is in full swing.

The bride and groom take the floor for the first dance,

and I get to stand uncomfortably with his friends.

My brother only made me a groomsman because mom wanted him to.

Well technically she wanted me to be the Best man, but that title went to,

This guy!

Jonas isn't really a bad guy or anything, he is just overly nice to everyone so he is hard to hate.

He and my brother met in college and basically became inseparable. It feels like he is actually my brothers brother and I am invading their space

It's true, Sawyer and Annabelle are perfect for each other. They are the couple that "discuss disagreements over a cup of tea". My mom thinks I am jealous of them, and maybe I am. My last relationship ended with me curled up in a ball crying and him dating some girl his parents forced him to be with.

But that doesn't mean I'm not happy for my brother. I mean I am happy that he is happy, I just wish I could have even half of what he has.

My mom is always like this, very over the top. When I came out to her in high school she put a pride flag in our yard and joined PFLAG, not to show me support but to revel in the attention. For weeks she would introduce me as her gay son and talk about how proud she was of my bravery. Then somehow the topic would switch to how she, as a single mother, was the reason I had the confidence to be me, because she taught me all I know.

See, overly nice. I have been searching for a reason to hate this guy and the only thing that keeps coming up is I'm the jerk.

I lay my hand on Jonas' shoulder. He is definitely taller than me and his muscles are firmer than I expected.

Wait a minute..... He's flexing.

My hand is frozen right now and when I look up at his face he gives me a wink. I have to get back on task so I quickly remove my hand from his firm body. Why is Jonas the whole package, its annoying.

I take a deep breath and stare into her soul

My mom looks at me and scoffs then does one of her soap opera poses

My mom sashays to her table like the Queen she is. Drama thriving in every joint that bends.

Jonas gives a little chuckle and I feel my heart skip a beat when it hits my ears. Damn you Jonas and your beautiful laugh.

I point Jonas in the direction of my cousin Ashley, the only person with red wine at her table.

I want to ask him what he means but the dance is over and it's time for us all to take our seats up front. My brother and his new bride are filled with laughter as they hold hands and make their way to their seats too.

The whole table is laughing and I can't tell if it's an inside joke or am I just not into their kind of humour. I take a sip of my champagne so that I can look too distracted to laugh along when Jonas leans over and whispers to me.

I try to stifle my laughter and end up dribbling champagne on myself.

Jonas grabs a napkin and quickly helps me clean up as he chuckles softly. That annoying adorable laugh.

He places his hand on mine and whispers softly.

That definitely caught me off guard. If he wasn't my brothers best friend, then maybe this would be the start of something.

The speeches start and Jonas gets the mic.

Jonas' speech is really sweet, hitting all the important points of their early twenties.

Oh, I didn't know Jonas was related to Annabelle. There is a lot I don't know about my brother really.

Everyone raises their glasses to take a sip and I rib Jonas once he sits down.

Something about the way he said that made me tremble a little. Now his low hushed whisper is making me weak. I doubt I will survive tonight if I have to spend it beside My Brothers Best man !