It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Chapter Thirty-Seven
Atlas
“Are you seriously about to do this?” Theo asks.
I’m standing in front of a mirror, adjusting my tie. Theo is sitting on the
couch, attempting to convince me to let him read my vows before the
wedding. “I’m not reading them to you.”
“You’re going to embarrass yourself,” he says.
“I’m not. They’re good.”
“Atlas. Come on. I’m trying to help you. For all I know, you probably end
them with something like, It is my wish for you to be my fish.”
I laugh. I don’t know how he still comes up with these lines after two
years of this. “Do you practice your insults when you lie awake at night?”
“No, they come naturally.”
Someone knocks on the door and opens it a crack. “Five minutes.”
I give myself one more glance in the mirror before turning to Theo.
“Where’s Josh? I need to make sure he’s ready.”
“I’m not supposed to tell you.”
I tilt my head. “Where is he, Theo?”
“Last time I saw him, he was in the gazebo with his tongue down some
girl’s throat. He’s gonna make you a grandad soon.”
“I’m his brother. I’d be an uncle, not a grandad.” I look out the window,
but the gazebo is empty. “Go find him, please.”
Josh and I are a lot alike, but he’s a little bit more confident with girls than
I was at that age. He just turned fifteen, and so far, this is my least-favorite
age. I’m sure when he’s old enough to drive next year, it’s going to age me
an entire decade.
I need to think about something else. I’m already nervous. Maybe Theo is
right, and I should look over my vows again to make sure there’s nothing I
want to change or add.