A Chaotic Wedding
Chapter 4: Make A Wish and Stick With It
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11.15 – at the same time
The stupid cell beeps again. I hate it. Not just because Fred gave me the idiotic, whiny thing, but because it never SHUTS UP! I may be the co-captain, but I’ve never been that popular that it beeps nonstop. Actually, come to think of it, most people on the team hated me when we went to high-school.
“What?!” I bellow when I finally answer. Not only was I forced to be up at four this morning, I’ve also had time to crash Bombay’s car. Charlie’s fault completely. After that stupid crash, I went back to bed again.
“There’s a situation,” Charlie hisses at me. Jeez, he’s still pissed? But why shouldn’t he be? I DID drove him crazy while we were going out. The whole forty-eight hours... Okay, it was a bit longer then that, but not much.
I sit up in bed. I hid under the covers after Charlie’s Mom tried to sooth me after the crash. Now I’m humiliated. “So? What do I care?” I mutter. “It’s only a wedding.”
“Get your ass down here, or I’m telling Coach who drove the car!” Charlie threatens. I decide to not point out that he shouldn’t call Bombay ‘Coach’, because why make him more angry?
“Fine,” I shout and hang up on him. We’re not the best of friends today.
My life officially sucks. Now I have to save the wedding. Damn, I almost forgot about that. It’s my job to force Guy to go through with this. Why am I sleeping? Why does every single day of my life have to be this hysteric?
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Something Blue - Connie
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11.17 – in the church
No, it snows! It downs on me the second I see those white flake-bastards fall outside the window. The whole carpet is going to get ruined, by people stomping in with wet shoes and all. No!
I got to the church a minute ago, sneaking past Travis who’s guarding the door. Sucker. It looks great, actually. Sort of like I pictured it in my dreams. Yes, I dreamt about this moment.
Obviously not exactly THIS moment, because I hear someone moan somewhere from the floor behind the benches. “I think I’m dead!”
“You can’t be,” I object. “You’re still talking.” I climb over the first bench and look down. It’s Ken. Poor guy looks like he’s in a lot of pain. “How did that happen?”
To my surprise, Ken begins wailing and screaming at me. “Well, I’ll tell you! It’s because of your insane parents! ‘Do that, Ken’. ‘Be there, Ken’. ‘Climb that, KEN!’ Ken is tired and wants to be left alone! This all your fault!”
“My fault, what did I do?” I ask patiently. “Did you ruin the flowers?”
Ken gasps for air, sits up and makes a gurgling sound. “Is that what you care about?! What about ME?”
“Calm down, Kenny. I’m sorry,” I say, with less patience. One more snappy comment from little Wu, and I’m literally going to bite his head off...
“Of course you are! You did not have to baby-sit the children from hell! Your siblings are the worst brats I’ve ever met!”
And here comes the shark-attack. “Look, little dude,” I say with my darkest voice. “There’s one thing if you’re in pain, but don’t you ever tell me that my brother is from hell!” I know Daniel can be a brat, who’s arguing with that? Actually, I am, right now, but besides from that?
We both continue shouting at each other, until my Mom grabs my arm. “Connie, that’s enough!” I hate when she says that. “Ken is nice enough to help us, and you scream at him! I want you to go take a time-out over by the corner there.”
She’s sending me to the corner? She hasn’t done that since I was five! I’m too mad to bitch back, so I put my hands into my pockets and stroll angrily away to the corner. Suddenly my Nana shows up next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.
“There you are, my dear. Is your mother giving you a hard time?”
This is so what I don’t need right now. “No, I was just having a conversation with Ken over there.”
“I think God might have heard that conversation, Connie. Do not swear in the house of God.”
Why? People swear in my house all the time! “Fine, Nana, I won’t.”
“You have such a temper, young lady,” she continues, giving me a sad look. “Connie?”
Oh no, I know that tone. Either I’m getting a speech, or she’s dying. It’s going to be painful, whatever it is. “Yeah...?” I say slowly.
She lowers her voice to a whisper, and I can barely hear her when she finally speaks. “You’re not reddening this weekend, are you?”
I hate when she calls my period that. “Nana,” I whine.
“I am sorry, but I have to ask, because your mood is not the best,” she points out, while I try to sink through the mat, the floor and the soil, to maybe end up in China or something. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“God no!” I yell, making my Mom give me another evil-eye. “Nana!”
“Look, Connie, I just want you to be happy.” Oh no, not the ‘just be happy’-speech. “Here, I figured you’d end up in this situation, so I bought you this. If the stick turn blue, you know what to do.”
“Nana!” I gasp. “Don’t, I’m not pregnant!” She slips me a pregnancy test, and I quickly hide it in my pocket. If my Mom saw it, she’d start planning the baby-shower. Stupid relatives.
I know I wished for something blue, but this is not what I meant!
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Hey, sorry about that last thing I wrote... I was not a happy person. Everyone kept bugging me about stuff. Jesse howled about Sarah, Sarah slugged my arm when I was writing and Marcus used the name ‘Julie’ in every sentence. Who am I, the wall of complaint? Anyway, I don’t think you’ll be divorced! I think you’ll be happy forever! Yeah, I do! Bye, little dudes.
Dear Connie, finally it is the day of your long awaited wedding. I remember when you were a baby, and this day seemed so far away. Look at you now, you’re all grown-up and about to step into the real world. I hope you realize how much I love you, and how happy I am for you. There is not one day that goes by when I don’t think about you, and I know you will be very happy with Guy. Dear daughter, I love you more then life, and I wish only the best for you, whatever your road may take you.
Don’t screw this up, Guy! Connie is the best! But I hate her brother, could we put him to sleep, like we put Ninni to sleep?
Who is Ninni, and why did you kill her? I hope she was a pet, and not a relative. That would be sick. Connie’s Mom used up all the space on this page, so don’t expect me to write anything too long. Actually, my attention spam doesn’t take me longer then this, so be happy! Bye.
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Author’s Note: Thanks for being my personal dictionary, Kristine. I’m bad at locating missing books. That’s completely irrelevant to what I was talking about, actually. Uhm, time for bed, I think...
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