Patater Week Day 2
The prompt was: Wedding Day/
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.” Kent paced in circles around his dressing room. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I love Alexei but like…I’m totally tying him down. I proposed to him on ice, like, what if he just said yes because he felt pressured to? That was so shitty of me to do.”
“Kent, calm down.” Bitty crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow. “Do you really think Jack and I would let Tater marry you if he didn’t really want to?”
“No, but I don’t know, Tate might just be hiding it! You never know!” Kent groaned, flopping down on one of the chairs.