A Chaotic
Wedding
Chapter 1: For Better and For Worse
By: Cimmy
Story Notes: This follows the story ‘A New Beginning’ and this is chapter 17 of that story and keeps going from that. If you haven’t read it, some things might seem weird. This is a part of the series The Story of the Mighty Ducks. The last part, actually.
Summary: It’s finally Connie and Guy’s wedding day, a relief to many. A pain for others. And how does the happy couple actually feel about the upcoming event? Love, secrets, secret love-affairs and chaos, just like it should be.
Rating: PG-13, not R as ‘A New Beginning’.
Warning: If you’re a Connie and Guy-fan, you might wanna buckle up. They’re in for a bumby ride. The same goes for a few other characters, like Julie and Portman. Okay, now I’m giving out spoilers. Plus, if you’re easily confused, be ready for confusion!
Timeline: February 2003, Valentine’s Day and the following day after that.
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: This is as I wrote a few lines up, the following chapters of A New Beginning. The reason I’m dividing the story is because it has another rating and it’s not Cecilia’s point of view anymore. Read the Author’s Note in A New Beginning for more ranting (the last chapter). You also might want to read chapter 16 in that story, which starts off at the beginning of this day.
Disclaimer: Disney owns The Mighty Ducks, Roy MacGregor owns the characters from the Screech Owls-books, and I own my beloved Swedes.
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09.15 – six hours to go...
I’m standing here, looking at myself in the mirror. I’m dressed in my far too overprized wedding-dress, and I resemble some sort of pastery. The kind with way too much cream on top. Damn myself to let Mom pick out my dress. ‘Yes, Connie, you look adorable in that!’ Great my ass, I look like the wedding-cake.
And where is everyone!? I’m the bride-to-be, and no one’s around to look at me and make some nice ‘ooo’, and ‘aaaw’ sounds. Not even my Mom. She left to keep Julie company while her brides-maid dress is being altered. Yes, Julie is the one who needs company... Not me.
I’m still not talking to Guy. That jackass. Who’s he to put his nose into my business? What’s the deal anyway, I told him that I was going to handle the planning of the wedding, and he still wants to help! My parents want me to talk to him, but I don’t really see the point. What do we have to talk about?
Oh, right, the wedding. Damn.
If I didn’t know Guy all that well, I’d say that he’s having cold feet. Why else would he terrorize people and tell them to talk to me? What do I have to do to get through to that guy? I don’t need to talk! My, I’m getting bitchy when I’m wearing this outfit... It must be the color.
Anyway, I can’t get married anyway, because I don’t have something blue. I told my Mom, but she sneaked away anyway. Then I called Charlie, he’s the Best Man, so he has to solve such problems, right?
But he is injured, for some reason. He blamed me (!) and told me that it was because of the flower decorations. He slipped or something, while carrying them. When I asked about the flowers, he got mad! Plus, he couldn’t drive because of his injured foot, so he let that ditsy co-captain drive, and she can’t drive, so she crashed with Coach Bombay’s car. With my flowers!
Then she kept sighing when I told her about the emergency with the something blue.
So, now what? I’m supposed to stand here and wait for better days? No, I’m determined. I’m getting married today, I don’t care if my dress looks like pastery, and I don’t care if Coach Bombay’s car crashed. I really don’t care if Charlie’s foot hurts, or that the something blue is missing.
I love Guy, and damnit, I’m going to marry him today, no matter what’s going to happen. If he’s having other thoughts, tough. He’ll get over it.
Seriously, it must be the dress making me this annoyed. Oh, crap, if no one’s here, who the hell is going to give me a ride to the church? Yes, I know I’m not supposed to be there yet, but I just have to check how it looks. They put a ‘guard’ outside my door to keep me from sneaking away.
Like a bride hasn’t gone out through a window before... It’s my wedding-day, so I do whatever the hell I please. I hope I don’t kill myself when I jump. That would not be so good, this wedding did cost a lot of money...
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So, here I am. At the rehearsal of your lovely wedding. I guess I’m supposed to write something nice... The windows are nicely cleaned. Other then that... Well, I guess I have to thank you for making me the Best Man. Although I saw it coming. Oh, great, you have three sorts of cookies! I didn’t even see those! Got to go.
Nice wedding, great cake. Now when I’ve been to the rehearsal, can I please be excused from the real thing? All the food is gone anyway. Just kidding! I would never bail on you guys! Unless I really do get to be excused, weddings and I do not mesh well.
Woo-haa, you’re getting hooked up! It’s about time, and I’m not just saying that because I won the pool. Seriously, I hope you’ll be happy, and stop using soap instead of schampoo. Just a tip. Yep, you both know who I’m talking about. Now, I’m going to look for some cute girl, so I hope you envited any.
Congratulations, I hope you two will be really happy together. I’m going to get some food. Thanks for not forcing me to wear a tuxedo. That expensive gift in the middle is from me, by the way.
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Author’s Note: I still don’t have spell-check, please bear with me. This first part is sort of short, I just had to get it up and start somewhere... Hey, you know that feeling when you know you’ve been still for too long and just have to do something crazy? Hmmm... Boo-Yah!
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