A/N: Yeah, I'm making too much stories and when I finish the first chapter I leave them alone… it's getting to be a habit. But I'm trying hard to update for you guys, I actually have a life. So, my friend Camille says she might contribute to this fan fiction account. YAY HER! Enjoy this one!

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I'm. Getting. Married.

I'm….. getting…… married. Getting, married.

This is going too fast for me sink into my deep head. Normally, I get everything fast, but it's hard to do it right now… for some odd reason. Okay, my mother is coming over to buy my wedding dress. We plan on getting the perfect caterer for the reception.

So, here's the thing.

This guy, Lance O'Reilly is the man I'm marrying. My mother set me up with him 2 months ago. You might be thinking, "TWO MONTHS"?! Actually, I can't believe it either. I mean, who would anybody, love me? Especially a successful good looking guy. I don't even think he proposed to me because HE wanted to.

You see, Lance's mother, Jane O'Reilly is Co-Producer to my dad's company ever since he started working, which was 25 years now.

Lance is nice, caring, sweet, honest, smart and handsome.

My mother always had to find the perfect guy for me, and she fairly disapproved all the guys I dated before. All of them were either too tall or too short. A few times when I dated this really nice honest guy, she said that they were either ugly, or stupid. She never settles for 'great', she always went for 'perfect'. Like when I played the clarinet, she always said I did it perfectly, never great. I don't even think words like that exist in her vocabulary.

"Summer, it's time to get ready, we're going."

I grabbed my purse and cell phone, "Yes, I'm ready."

I got into our Hummer and off we went. My mother says that it's better if she drives, to ensure that we're safe. She has some nerve to say that I don't know how to drive. I drive everyday, with me being 23 and all. That's my mother for you… always protective.

"Which store would you like to go to, Summer?"

"I don't know. Nothing too elegant… I don't want to be over the top like Cassidy's wedding! I mean, island cruise ship with Rihanna and P. Diddy? Yuck."

"Summer, don't insult your sister's music choice."

"Sorry."

We pulled up in the other side of town, a few blocks away from Horace Green Prep. There were many different clothing stores, none out of the ordinary. I saw Sam Goody and walked off to buy some music.

"Summer! We are here to buy a wedding dress, not to crank up the volume!"

I snickered, "Mom, you sound like you're trying to be cool."

Mother put on her big sunglasses, "Aren't I?"

I took the sunglasses away from her eyes and put it on mines, "Nope."

After looking at 4 stores, me and my mom separated to find a dress easier.

I sighed, "Hooray, this is getting nowhere…"

I got into the next store and looked at some of the dresses. I saw this nice dress which was a size 5. Going up to the front desk, I looked at the tag carefully while saying, "Do you guys have this in a size 3?"

"Oh… getting married?" the man said.

Not looking away from the dress I mumbled, "Yeah."

He smiled, "Yeah, I think we have some in the back." I looked up.

This guy looks familiar. It's like I know him…

His eyes widened, "Summer?"

"Uh, how do you know my name?!"

The guy frowned, "Don't you remember me??"

I sighed, "No…"

He pointed at his name tag, "It's me… Freddy Jones."

My eyes widened, "Spazzy?!?"

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A/N: Yea, I'm done! Kind of short chapter, but at least I tried…

Should I make Summer slap Freddy, or should they catch up at Starbucks or something? Please tell me some good choices, because I might have writer's block.

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