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Chaotic Wedding
Chapter
7: Get A Grip!
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Yeah, Simon rules!!! Just had to say that... I’m reading Terror in Florida and they’re so mean to him in that book! *sniff* And they even changed Nish’s name on the TV-show, did you notice that? It’s Nishania now! That’s not Nish! Okay, deep breath, Cecilia, stop overreacting... Thank you for the feedback, percussion! Also a huge thanks to all my other reviewers, if I was online, I’d mention you all! (Have to cut back on my Internet-surfing, phone-bill very high right now.)
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12.03 – but REALLY it’s 13.12
I try to get Connie out by using my hair-pin to unlock the door. I’ve been shouting at her to open the door, and now my throat is soar so I can’t yell no more. I would’ve walked away already if I didn’t spend so much time earlier making myself ready for the wedding. They are getting married, damnit!
This is probably the worst day of my life. My clothes don’t fit, my hair is now ruined, the shoes I’m wearing are too small and everyone keeps bugging me. I tried to bug Charlie, but he refuses to answer!
“Connie? Open the door!” I yell again. Why doesn’t she answer? She’s already late for her hairdresser and I know for a fact that she hasn’t changed into her dress yet. You want to know how I know that? Because the damn thing is in the chamber across the hall, and Connie has occupied her own room that doesn’t have a door to the chamber.
Oh, joy, I got the door open! “Connie, get your ass out here,” I order and step into the room. It’s dark, because the sky outside is grey. It’s still snowing. “Connie? Hello, Con?”
She’s not here. Am I supposed to panic now, or what? I quickly look through the room, in the closet and the bathroom. How the hell did she disappear past me? I’ve been outside the door for an hour!
“Connie Moreau, get your ass over here!” I shout, even though I know it won’t do much help. She’s gone.
I realize what must’ve happened. She probably snuck past Travis, he’s guarding the other door. My God, is that boy hopeless. I’ve been all nice to him because he happens to be the co-captain, but now I’m going to have to kick his ass. I kick the other door open, but it’s not Travis who’s there. It’s Guy.
“What are you doing here?” I shriek.
“I’m looking for Connie,” he says. “Is she here?”
“Uh...” What do I tell him? ‘No, she ran away?’ “She’s getting dressed. You can’t see her, it’s bad luck...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mutters and push past me. “I know the rules, and I really don’t care.”
“Don’t blame me when you get a divorce, or if your house catches fire, or you loose your job, or get really ugly children,” I rant. Guy looks around and then he comes back and grabs my arm.
“Where is she?”
“She probably heard you. She takes this marriage very seriously, so she doesn’t want to see you until the ceremony,” I explain. Hopefully she will at least show up for that!
Guy sighs. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you’d help out down in the kitchen.”
What happened there? “I am sort of Connie’s maid-of-honor right now,” I smile. Guy doesn’t smile back, he looks pissed. “Who is the real maid-of-honor anyway?”
“I don’t know.”
Guy hurries away like a hysteric rat, and I sneak back into Connie’s room to look for clues. I did read a lot of those stupid Nancy Drew-books when I was younger. This is sort of like that, but different.
There’s nothing in her bag. Why leave that behind, by the way? She suck at running away. I can’t even find any money. What? Maybe I need to hire a real investigator! I find candy, I eat it. I find one of her shoes, it doesn’t fit me. Now I’m bored.
“Yoo-hoo, Connie. Come here!” I howl. She probably didn’t leave through the window, since it’s like Antarktis out there. Changes are huge that she was eaten by a polarbear when sticking her head out the window. Okay, maybe not.
I decide to look through the bathroom once more, even if it is just to steal some more of that soap I found in my own room. It smelled really good! Connie hid her soap well, sadly. I even look behind the bathtub.
I go through my purse. Yes, I have to have it, it matches the rest of my outfit. Crap, you know what? I totally forgot about my cell-phone. I could call Connie! Although, one look at the display, and calling is not an option. I have fifteen missed calls. All are made from annoying co-captain Cecilia. What the hell does she want from me? Haven’t I made it clear I don’t like her?
Speaking about the Devil, she’s calling me again. “Hello?” I snap. Her boyfriend and I don’t get along, and if she’s stupid enough to date him, I can only have low opinions about her. “What’s with the terror?”
“You have to come down here and get dressed,” she says.
“I AM dressed,” I mutter. “Bye.”
“No!” she shouts. “We need waitresses, and you have to come and serve the food!”
Me?! I can’t serve any food! I’m a guest, not a waitress. I have never been a waitress and never will I be one. Connie can serve at her own damn food, wedding-day or not. I’m not serving any food!
“Says who?” I question her.
Cecilia takes a deep breath. “Says Guy and Charlie and pretty much everyone that knows about this crisis.”
“Liar,” I grin.
“Fine, I say it, because I’m in charge down here. I have to have waitresses, and I have already bribed Sarah to do it,” she answers. “Do it, or I’ll tell Guy that you’ve lost Connie again.”
“How did you know about that?”
“Doesn’t really matter,” she says. “Get down here and pretend that I’m someone you respect and like.”
“Sure. But I’m just doing it for Connie,” I sneer. “Not for you. I’ll be down in a sec. Don’t break anything.”
She hangs up on me, and I decide to kick her ass if she keeps bugging me. I’ve wanted to do that since high-school.
Suddenly she’s my least problem. I spot something very interesting on the shelf next to the toilet. It’s a pregnancy test, but only the box is there. The test itself is gone. I search around for it, but it’s not even in the trash.
What’s going on? Is Connie pregnant?
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13.28 – and the snow keeps falling
Yep, I’m on shoveling-duty. I’ve never been so close to hit Charlie as I was when he handed out the assignments. I have to do it, otherwise ‘the cars won’t be able to pull up’ and that would ‘ruin it all’.
Hell has frozen over, Charlie is the new Devil and I have to shovel his kingdom. Do you have any idea how cold it is outside? I’m wearing two jackets, and I’m still shaking like a broken dish-washer. I would gladly dress up as a waiter, like Sarah and Julie, but no, I have to shovel snow.
First there’s the runaway bride, then it’s food-poisoning. After that it’s a snowstorm, and on top of that, a blackout. Is there someone trying to ruin the wedding? And why?
I’ve taken upon myself to be the bouncer if anyone tries to trash anything more. Out they will go, into the snow.
Although, I’m pretty sure that I won’t have time to shovel the whole driveway, and the parking-lot. Adam’s car is already stuck in a huge snow-pile. How the hell are we going to get anywhere in this storm? Well, when it comes to me, they don’t have to worry. I’ll be frozen to the stairs by then.
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I’m not going to write anything too profoundly deep here, since you
made me write that speech for the rehearsal dinner. I do wish you all the best,
and I hope you don’t get sick at Bahamas. Or was it Jamaica? I didn’t pay
attention. Just write me a postcard, I’ll figure it out from that.
Just pretend I wrote something really deep and touching. I’m awfully pissed right now, plus I’m cynical about love, and depressed. Four years in high-school and I can’t even write something nice for my friends’ wedding... Yeah, I’m going to go shoot myself now. Well, maybe not, but I’m at least going to go hide somewhere. I’ll say something nice at the reception tomorrow instead.
Hey, you guys! It’s so great to be at yyour wedding, and thank you so
much for inviting me! I bought your present at Tiffany’s in case you would want
to exchange it. Great decorations, and you both look so cute together! I just
know you’ll be happy forever and ever! Congratulations!
My, that Jen-girl is annoying. And she did those smiley-faces I hate!
All over the page! Ah, man, now I’ll get nightmares. Congrats, sis, I hope
you’ll be happy, but remember that I’ll be hunting that guy all over if he ever
hurts you. Unless I’m busy with my studies, of course. He, he, yeah, I know
you’ll be happy.
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Author’s Note: Sorry for the long update. I was busy co-writing funny nonsense with Nygoldfish54, please check out our story It’s Summer in My Heart. (If you need to remember the good, old days when Fred and Cecilia actually were together.) This is one of those lovely plugs people throw around sometimes. Read Kristine’s other stories too. She’s a very talented writer, and my new personal punching bag. And, this is to you, Mary; I’m writing on Spring Fever. Yay me!
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