Brooklyn was getting married to his childhood sweetheart Sandy... I had mixed feelings about it - Brooklyn was my brother's best friend and I'd always had a bit of a crush on him - but he was three years older than me and therefore kind of out of my league - particularly with my brother breathing down his neck... Oh, and there was the small fact that he was also straight. We'd always got on really well though - and there was that kiss in the garden on my brother's eighteenth birthday... I'll never forget that - it gave me hope that maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought he was. Anyway, of course I was invited - since my brother was to be the best man and I was, on the one hand, delighted to go - to share in the best day of his life - even if it was up there with the worst days of mine - Nana's funeral... fluffy getting run over... Yes, I was in love with the groom; had been since I was thirteen and he was first brought round by my big brother after they met at college. This guy had been the man of my dreams since then and I knew I'd be in love with him forever - and he was marrying someone else... bummer huh?