A Chaotic Wedding
Chapter
3: Siblings, Snow and Pay-Backs
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Thank you for the reviews! Also a huge thanks to Nellie for helping me improve the story. I realize what a clutz I can be.
I should’ve told you how the chapters are structured (can’t find the word I was looking for).
Before every new section, there’s a subtitle and the name for the
person who’s point of view it is. (Except for the second chapter’s first
section, I forgot to put a line (-) between ‘A’ and ‘Guy’. Sorry about that.)
So, the person below who’s ranting, is supposed to be Charlie. If it’s still
confusing, hit me with a frying-pan or something.
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11.06 – two
minutes later
Damn, damn, damn! I limp quickly towards the kitchen. Why didn’t I answer the phone at once? Why!? Now I have to solve this mess, just because I happen to be ‘closest to the kitchen’. Stupid Guy.
My foot isn’t all that bad anymore, but I have to limp in case someone sees me. I like being pampered, and I’m sick of having to be the team’s guardian angel. I’ve been saving the day for way too long, I think I deserve a break.
The kitchen is empty. All the waitresses, waiters, caterers, chefs and dish-washers are gone. They all ate of the bananas, and now they’re somewhere throwing up. Just what this day needs. Puking.
“Where’s Jennie?” a young girl asks me. I jump across the room, scared to hell by the voice. When I start to think about the question, I first assume it’s Jen she’s looking for, Fred’s girlfriend.
“Uh, have you asked Fred?” I say. That stupid defenseman is probably hiding in due to his personal problems. That, or he ate a banana too. Sometimes I think that boy have a few screws loose. But with a life like that, who wouldn’t?
“Who’s that?” the girl asks. Okay, maybe it’s another Jen. So I shrug and the girl leaves. That was weird. Now I’m confused. What was I doing before my heart got stuck somewhere behind my nose?
When I look around, I realize there’s not much I can do. I don’t know anything about making food, and there’s about a hundred people coming to the wedding. I’m going to need some help. When in trouble, who do I turn to?
Adam hasn’t showed up yet. Guy is busy climbing the walls. Julie is hysteric because of the dress. Connie is missing. I haven’t seen Goldberg for a LONG time. Not Jesse or Luis either, when I think about it. Fred is busy with his psychotic Jen. Sarah is still getting the cake with Nish. Everybody is busy with something. No one owes me a favor of any sort.
Except for one little person, still at my Mom’s house. Sleeping, probably. She owes me a huge favor for crashing Coach Bombay’s car.
When everything goes to hell, who you gonna call?
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11.15 – at
the church
Why the hell did I offer to look after Guy and Connie’s parents? They’re one step away from killing each other, and right now, I’d be happy to help. Ever since last night’s rehearsal, they’ve been arguing. Guy’s parents wanted another church, Connie’s parents wanted other colors on the curtains and from there on the subject widened.
Connie asked if I could try and keep them apart, using my ‘amazing verbal skills’. I’ve been talking nonstop for ten hours, but noone seems to listen. Guy’s Dad still calls me Lenny. I think I hate him. I asked Jesse for help, but he disappeared after Connie’s Mom broke the porcelain-vase. After that I tried to convince Daniel, Connie’s brother, to not stalk Ally, Guy’s sister. Ally is eight years old, and she decided to kick Daniel’s butt when she found out about the stalking. Daniel is seven, and I saved him from being drowned in the toilett.
After that the two of them ganged up against some of the other children at the party. Danielle, Dwayne’s sister, was pushed into the fontain by Jesse’s sister Nathalie. The sibling-rivality went up a notch, when Fred’s brother terrorized Luis’s sister. Melissa, Fulton’s sister went to help out.
I decided to go get something to eat after that. What do I care about a bunch of fighting kids? When I got back, they’d tore down the whole decoration above the stage. Damn kids. I am just so happy I am an only child.
That was last night. This morning they were all asleep, while the team asked me why I hadn’t been saving their siblings from getting hit. I hate the team.
Right now I’m at the church. Connie’s Mom told me to come, because she needed help putting up the flowers. I thought she meant putting them out on the floor. Nope, she meant that I should stand on a ladder and balance. I almost fell twice, and it’s a really hard floor.
“Kenny? Could you come and help me?” Guy’s Mom shouts from across the room. Sure, why not? I’m just trying to survive, nothing else.
“Just a minute!” I squeak. I stopped being polite at some point last night. Now I’m shouting back when they give me commands, and I swear a lot more then necessary in front of the parents.
I look out the window. My, it’s getting sort of dark. I hope it’s not going to start rain again. There was a thaw earlier, which is really rare in Minnesota during winter. Charlie kept yapping about when it was a thaw five years ago and they all skated around in town. Like I care.
Suddenly my eyes get blurry. Or, wait! I see something fall outside the window. Aaahh! It’s snow!
“God damnit!” I yell, scaring the parents down on the floor. Then my foot get caught in one of the ribbons I’m trying to tie to the beem. Next thing I know, I’m falling like snow too. Just not as gracious, and with a lot louder manner.
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Your Mom wanted me to speak at the wedding. You can forget about that now when you’ve forced me to baby-sit Nish for all eternity. Oh, and be happy and all that. I’m in a bad mood now, the only guy who’s talked to me outside of the team was some drunk band-member. Jesse shall die, by the way. He just shall.
Hi! Let’s just speak theoretically for a short while, okay? Let’s just say someone happened to get a bit ‘un-friendly’ with a band-member; and then the whole band. What would you do when that person just has to get back at those idiotic musicians by, oh, I don’t know, ruin their instruments? Just theoretically, of course. By the way, you guys wouldn’t know why Sarah is pissed at me?
I hate signing guestbooks. You better write something good in my guestbook when I get married! Or else I’m coming back to haunt you! Good luck in life, God speed, happy holiday and why did you place me next to Julie at the table? We might both be goalies, but why push the odds?
This wedding sucks. I hate weddings. Plus, my sister told me that most weddings end with divorce. Good luck, dudes.
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Author’s Note: Yep, that was a short chapter. But I have a few more going on! Yep, yep, yep. Now I have to get some food, I’m starving to death. No one dtold me I had to cook my own food when I moved away from home... Crap.
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