The Two Lovely Couples At Number Twenty-Two

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Prompt from “pridemonthprompts” 2025 list.

Nobody in the neighbourhood thought anything of two young couples renting a house together. Current economy, and all that. And apparently Joan and Karen had known each other since university, and had met Barry and Fred at the same time, so them all choosing to live together made perfect sense. Better to split rent with friends than randos.
And of course the two men spent more time together than with their girlfriends, and the two women did the same. That was normal.
Sometimes a neighbour would kindly chide one of the guys that he really needed to take his girlfriend out on a date, she’d had a dozen girl’s nights since the last time he took her anywhere, and Barry or Fred would smile sheepishly and agree and shortly after do just that. And promptly not think to do it again until he was nudged.
And older neighbours tutted and sagely muttered about how he needed to buck his ideas up if he wanted to keep his girl, but never thought much of it. It was a common kind of complacency, after all. The young fools would learn. Or they wouldn’t.
Sometimes the couples would be asked when they planned on making things official. Each of the four had a distinctly unachieved milestone they wished to pass before they’d feel ready for marriage. None of the milestones ever grew closer.
Well, young people these days were leaving it later. And whoever was being asked would always smile and nod earnestly if lectured on not leaving things too late.
That’s how it was for years. Just two young couples quietly sharing a house. Often remarking on how lucky they were, to live with not only their beloved but two of their best friends. And it was a fortunate state of affairs.
Perhaps they would have kept on like that forever, if the law hadn’t changed. If it wasn’t suddenly legal to marry someone of the same sex.
While the neighbourhood was aflutter, everyone trying to figure out how they felt about this change - unnecessary, surely, and wasn’t there the risk of things going downhill in some fashion, now that normal was no longer the only option? - they were all shocked to receive, quietly slipped through their mailboxes, invitations to a double wedding.
It wasn’t the names which made everyone gasp and gawp and say surely there must have been a misprint. It was how the names were arranged.
The wedding of Barry Cooper and Fredrick Wood? And of Joan Smith and Karen Wakefield?
Yes, they were informed, that was correct.
“We knew it was a risk, coming out so suddenly.” Fred said when quietly cornered by confused, concerned neighbours. “But, having been dreaming of this day for so long, we decided we weren’t willing to wait.”
Yes, it really was happening this weekend. Yes, their families had known ahead of time. Well, those family members they wanted present. It was going to be a small, quick ceremony. Nothing fancy. Just making things official. Getting paperwork while they could.
Nobody knew what to think. All this time, they’d thought there were two normal couples living amongst them, when actually…
“We never wanted to lie to anyone.” Joan was half contrite and half defiant. “But this front was the only way we managed to get the house. And, well, it was safer. But we hope things are different now. And we want to be part of that change.”
Public opinion wavered. A consensus struggling to form.
Then old Nona, who’d been organising every event in this area for the past fifty-three years, declared that there was going to be a wedding street party “In celebration of the lovely couples”, and everyone was to bring a dish.
That settled it; this was officially Alright. Or at least, nobody wanted to make a statement by failing to do as instructed. So that weekend the neighbourhood dutifully assembled, with the Joneses putting out tables and of course Barry and Joan… er… whichever of the couples owned the folding gazebo which perfectly covered the open area in the little park set that up.
(Some suspected that key piece of party equipment was why Nona had been so quick to throw support behind the surprise wedding. But none would ever dare even think of asking.)
And seeing the four young people, beaming and tearful and holding their beloved like they couldn’t believe what had happened was real and were afraid to let go, melted a little more of the trepidation and reservations. Before long most neighbours were able to give entirely sincere congratulations and well-wishes. And everyone else managed smiles and waves.
After that day, nobody was surprised that Barry rarely took Joan out, or that Fred and Karen’s outings always seemed to involve getting DIY sorted. And life in the neighbourhood - and indeed, the little house of four - carried on much as it always had. Like normal.
Just that bit happier.

Prompt was “Fake Relationship”