THE GANG'S IN NEW YORK
Author's Note: Hey everyone, this is my first fic so sorry if it isn't what anyone expects. It's rated T for now I guess…and the central couples are J/H and M/S. Review if you want, it doesn't matter :P…hopefully I'm doing this right…ugh…also, the shows, characters and some dialogue belong to their respective owners…I own nothing but the idea….Standard Disclaimer
Well, here we go….ENJOY!
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Typical day in Port Charles, New York. Everyone's getting ready for an amazing wedding, two people about to be joined together in marital bliss. And just who is this incredible couple? Why, our very own favorite Miss Maximista and Damien Spinelli.
"Maxie, just how many people are going to be invited to this thing?" Lulu droned enveloping invitations and writing names on said envelopes, regretting her duties as 'maid of honor.'
"Oh you know Lulu, all our friends and family, and coworkers…and other people Kate said should be on my list…" Maxie trailed off.
"I thought Spinelli wanted a small, intimate type wedding, you know, without the paparazzi." Lulu questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"He did, and so did I, but you know how it is, especially with this promotion and all, I had to let Kate call SOME of the shots…" Maxie reasoned, and regretted, playing with a loose string on her cashmere sweater. The girls were at Mac's house, since their apartment was being used by the men of Port Charles to plan a "super rad" bachelor party, as put by Coleman. Normally, Jakes would've sufficed for this meeting, but it was felt that the input of alcohol wasn't such a good idea, so, this was their arrangement.
"Ahh, finally done!" Lulu sighed, placing the last of the invitations in the 'mail out' stack and giving a good stretch. "Good" Maxie quipped, "ok now, let's decide how we're going to do your hair, and makeup-" at this moment, Mac walked in, "hey girls, how's it going along?" it had taken quite a bit of time and quite a bit of convincing on both Maxie and Spinelli's parts, but Mac finally warmed up to the idea of his daughter marrying a Mob boss's protégé, as long as he didn't think about it much.
"We just finished writing out the invites to the wedding." Maxie beamed.
"You mean I just finished." Lulu stressed, Maxie gave her a 'whatever' look.
Mac smiled, trying to hold back a stubborn tear for his daughter, soon-to-be-bride. "That's great," he smiled, turning around to wipe at his eyes, luckily it had gone unnoticed, "so who's invited?"
"Practically all of Port Charles…and Paris, and Italy…" Lulu informed with a sarcastic glance toward Maxie, who just stuck her tongue out. Mac gave a quizzical look, "oh, umm, well that's great, umm…Oh! Before I forget, write one out to 'Mr. and Mrs. Red Forman and Family.'
Both Lulu and Maxie exchanged looks of confusion, "uhh, who are they Mac?" Maxie questioned tilting her head cutely to one side.
"Just family sweetheart, Kitty Forman is my cousin, I haven't seen them in years, but she always sends Christmas cards, I'm sure she'd be delighted to come over from Wisconsin."
"Wisconsin??" both girls questioned, disbelieving, "the cheese state?" Maxie added with a sour expression. "Yes" Mac nodded, "you're inviting half the world, I'm sure one more invite won't hurt, write it out, and I'll go mail them as soon as I get what I came for."
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Meanwhile, in the small, small…small town of Point Place, Wisconsin, where the most fun you could ever have is atop the water tower, waiting for the ground below it to claim its next unfortunate victim, a letter is received by one Kitty Forman, yep, you guessed it-
"Oh my God!!! Oh, oh Red, guess what!!!" Kitty shouted to her husband from the kitchen to the living room, clenching and waving the letter as if he could see her.
"The dumbasses that inhabit our living space have all finally decided to get lives and get out of my house?" he said, flipping carelessly through the newspaper. She walked, or rather, hopped through the two way door, "What? Oh, no, no, Red, we've been invited to a wedding! In New York!! Oh, isn't that just snazzy" she quipped 'I knew my Christmas cards would pay off someday' she thought to herself, raising her eyebrows up and down, jumping with excitement. Red on the other hand wasn't as enthused.
"New York wedding, huh? Well, let me know when your leaving, been wanting to go fishing for a while now, maybe I'll take Bob, need someone to carry the cooler around while I pick a nice spot." Red smiled, entertaining the idea of a couple of wife-free days.
"Now Red, It's addressed to a 'Mr. and Mrs. Red Forman and Family,' I'm only one-third of the equation. Besides, I can't go stag to a wedding, that's just insane, and all the men there will feel like they can have their way with me, being unchaperoned and all." She reasoned, fluffing up her hair as she did so.
"Oh Kitty, now that's just-" a glare from his wife caused him to rethink his words, "-so true, what the hell am I thinking, suggesting you go alone…" Red saved, placing the newspaper on the coffee table. "Umm, whose wedding is it again?" He cringed, not knowing who on earth would know them in New York.
"Oh, my cousin, Mac, you remember, he was there at our wedding…." She began and Red interrupted.
"The security guard? He's getting hitched? To who, the mall janitor?" Red laughed. Kitty scowled, "no, Red, and he's a police officer," she defended, Red just shrugged. "His daughter…or niece…or something like that, is getting married to some, um, high tech man, I believe." She informed him, reading the invitation. "Mariah Maximilliana Jones and Damien Millhouse Spinelli."
"Millhouse? Huh, sounds like a creep if you ask me." Red interjected with a sour face. Ignoring him, Kitty went on, holding the invite to her heart and staring off dreamily, "Oh, Maxie, oh I haven't seen her since-" she paused, giving off a weird expression to the space in front of her, "…well…actually since she was in her mother's stomach…wow, I've actually never met the child, or, woman, I should say."
At this, Red perked up "well there you go, we don't even know the bride and groom to be, it would be awkward to show up, we're practically strangers." He suddenly chimed, working his charm and best convincing voice…all to no avail. "Reginald Albert Forman WE ARE GOING to that New York wedding, ALL OF US!!!"