The time approached when Noah was to be married. Because of my absence from the apartment for three days, I did not know where it was to be held. I scrutinized the area to find any way of telling where the wedding was to be held. A bright piece of paper on the table caught my attention. It read: Adam, wedding is at the Y.M.C.A.. See you there at 1:45. Noah.

The Y? Why? I thought. Taking his word for it, I helped Tricia into the car, and we went to the Y. When we arrived we saw a limousine outside the doors, with the sign bearing ‘Just married’ on the trunk. I walked into the Y.M.C.A. and was met by Noah who was pacing in front of the door. “What took you so long?” He asked, impatiently.

“What took us so long? Noah, it’s only 1:44!” I responded. Tricia and I continued walking up the stairs.

“Well, I must go find the rest of the bride’s maids.” Tricia said, when she left.

“Come with me,” Noah said. We went down into the boys locker room. There the rest of the ushers were standing. We briefly went over what we were to do, and we went upstairs. There were chairs placed on the gym floor, and they formed a aisle that proceeded from the one basketball hoop, to the other. Pastor Dunham was underneath one of the hoops. The wedding started and everyone took their places. The bride came in with a basketball in hand. The groom also had a basketball. This has gotta be Noah’s idea, I thought.

We proceeded through the wedding until it was time to exchange the rings. Pastor said, “Have you a ring?” They exchanged rings. “Have you a basketball?” They exchanged basketballs. Her’s was a pink ball, and his’ a blue one. “By the power invested in me by the state of Oregon, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may make dunk the balls.” He said. Instead of kissing they shot for a basket! Both made it, and Noah was given permission to kiss his bride, which he did. Boy did he ever. He was still kissing her after everyone went down for the Reception. It looked like one of those ‘Big Blue’ commercials! Anyway, the reception was held, and Noah and Laura took off for California, where they’re honeymooned.

Tricia and I went back to our respective apartments. Noah had purchased the house that Laura’s parents left, so I had the apartment all to myself. I was blessed, or cursed (depending how you look at it), with the opportunity to move all of his stuff to his new house. I changed my clothes and began picking up all of his stuff and putting it in bags. I went downstairs and opened the trunk of the car to put his belongings inside. I started the moving process and was almost complete when Tricia came out of the hallway of the building and started walking to her car. She was wearing a short-sleeve shirt, with shorts, scrunched up socks and sneakers. She was also carrying a big bag and wearing sunglasses. I don’t think she saw me.

I finished loading, and drove to Noah’s house. It was a two story house painted two shades of blue. Once there, I went to the front door, took the key Noah gave me out of my pocket, and attempted to open the door. As soon as I put the key in the lock the door swung open. I walked inside carrying two suitcases and yelled, “HELLO!! IS ANYBODY HERE?!”