Sorry I didn't write this right away people! Don't hate me! But here it is. The wedding. So beautiful. I love weddings....
Max POV
"Max
it's your wedding.
You have to
wear make up! We spent all this money on it!"
"Ugh, I don't wanna,"
Ella and Nudge are in my bathroom with me, trying to force me into this disgusting, gooey, mushy, powdery contraption the American people call make up. She's killing me! I know we spent good money on it, but I didn't really think too much on the fact that I have to wear it. It sucks eggs, man! Great, now I sound like Gazzy. And I sound like Nudge in my head because I'm rambling on about things because you know what? I'm nervous! I'm getting married in like, hours. I'm gonna see Fang in a tux for the first time. I'm gonna be in a big poofy dress for the first time. I'm wearing make up for the first time. Oh, God I'm gonna puke.
My stomach retches and I lean over, but nothing comes out. I start shaking.
"Max, what are you shaking for?!"
"Nerves," I whisper.
"Oh calm down. You're gonna be fine," Ella tells me.
As they finish my hair, (in a big bun with tendrils falling at the sides and small bang that drifts in front of my eyes. Silver hair clips, all that jazz,) and make up, I try to cool myself down.
Okay, I think to myself. It's only Fang down there. No big deal. We're only getting married.
"Max, go to your happy place." Nudge says. I try to think of my happy place which is me and Fang somewhere hanging out with the twins and Evan but then thinking about Fang brings me back to the realization that he's the one I'm marrying and I start freaking out again.
"You really need to calm down, Max. You're sweating your make up off!"
"I can't!" I yell.
This isn't going so smoothly.
Fang
POV
I'm
in Iggy's room, with him, Gazzy and Ari and Evan getting ready with
me. I'm completely calm. At ease. I'm chill. Not panicking at all.
I'm frickin Zen.
I'm sweating my balls off.
"I have never seen you so shaky, Fang." Iggy tells.
"Well Iggy, you haven't seen a lot of things, up until like, months ago."
"Hey, no need to be snippy, Mr. Panic. Chill."
"It's kinda hard when you're about to get married," I snap at him. I don't know what's making me so mean and well, snippy. I'm really nervous. I wonder what she looks like in her dress. Or what her dress looks like. Or our honeymoon. And what she's gonna look like out of that dress on our honeymoon.
I start bouncing my leg, while Ari's trying to do my tie. Ha, never thought I'd wear one of these.
"Stand still, Fang."
"I'm a little on edge right now, if you haven't noticed."
"You're sweating."
"Naw, my forehead is raining," I say rolling my eyes.
"Dude, just relax. You're gonna get to see her soon," Gazzy says.
I don't answer. Just keep bouncing my leg and sweating. I feel something tap my leg. It's Ev with a damp rag in his hand, holding it out to me, smiling. I take it and wipe off. My tux looks nice, I guess. Rented. Since our colors are black and silver, the dress shirt or whatever you call it, under my tux is black. Which is awesome. I have no clue what Max looks like. Does she have on make up? I wonder if I can get a sneak peek from Angel....
No way, buster. She tells me. Darn.
I suddenly hear Max screaming,
"I can't!" in the other room.
Sounds like she's having some difficulty too. Knowing Max, it's probably much worse than me.
"She's not doing too well," Gazzy says, pointing out the obvious. Why was it necessary to say that? I mean come on! That was totally uncalled for! I grab the sides of my hair and let out some of my stress by yelling,
"Everybody shut up!!!!"
Silence. In both rooms.
Ella pokes her head in and says,
"I think these two need to calm each other. They seem to be the only people who can."
"He can't see her yet," Iggy says. I almost jump him. Nobody tells me I can't see my Max. But instead I glare.
"Put a chair in front of the door and have Fang sit down. Close the door, and I'll have Max sit on the other side and talk to him."
"Great plan, Ella." I say and grab the nearest available chair to sit in. Ella closes the door and I wait to hear Max's voice.
A couple seconds later I hear my lifesaver.
"Fang?" she says panicked.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Oh my God, I'm gonna hurl,"
"You can't hurl in your dress, baby."
"Says who?"
"I think I'm gonna kill Iggy Gazzy and Jeb," I say looking right at them.
"You can't kill them in your tux, baby," she mocks me. I laugh.
"Whatever. But stop giving Ella and Nudge a hard time."
"Stop giving Gazzy Iggy and Ari a hard time."
"We're really gonna do this Max."
Even though I can't see her, her voice is enough to calm me just enough.
"I know,"
"We're gonna do this, and we're gonna have a frickin awesome time on our honeymoon. And you're not gonna hurl. Got it?"
"Got it. And you're not gonna kill the boys in there. Stay chill. We all know your temper. Got it?"
"Got it."
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"
"Why else would you be getting married?" Iggy asks. I kick him in his special spot real quick, then tell Max I'll see her at the alter.
Soon, me and the guys are headed downstairs to the backyard where the wedding (shudder) will be. Dr. M or Mom is already dressed and setting up. Everything is pretty much perfect. We don't have that many chairs set up because we're not really expecting too many people. The chairs were black, which Dr. M thought was a little weird but went with it. The girls miraculously found black and silver flowers for decorations. There's this arch that has lights on it and more black and silver flowers. We put tiki torches everywhere to try to have some kind of light. We're having the wedding late, under the stars as Nudge suggested. So right now, it's about 7 o clock.
"Oh, you boys look so nice and sophisticated." Dr. M said taking us all in. Specifically me, since, you know, I was the groom and all. She looked on the edge of tears.
"Fang, you have to let me hug you today."
Ugh. I sighed and opened my arms, not wanting to upset her. Whatever. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug and kissed my cheek. Now that I didn't agree to. But I let it slide.
Max POV
"Okay Max, you're done. Look freaking beautiful." Nudge tells me.
Ella brings in her full length mirror and I take myself in slowly. Starting with my feet. My toes are painted black and in a black shoes with silver sparkles and designs or whatever on them. You can't see my shoes through the dress, but we still had to get them. I can barely walk of course. My dress is white and strapless, with black designs around the torso and more towards the bottom. I don't have on a necklace or bracelets but I have pretty silver earrings to the top of my jawline.
My face.....I don't even look like me. Ella said I don't need blush because my cheeks are already pink enough. Haha. But I have eyeliner and mascara on. Nudge said my skin was perfect so I don't powder or anything. I have a soft light pink gloss on my lips. I look so grown up. It's absolutely amazing how I went from being a homeless freak who was getting attacked daily and diving through dumpsters to eat with my family, to being this beautiful girl standing in front of the mirror crying, about to be married to the guy who was there with me through all of that.
"Max, you're gonna smear. I know it's a lot to take in, but you can't smear your make up. I refuse to let you." Nudge tells me.
I nod and try to pull myself together.
Then Angel and the twins come in. They look simply adorable. They have black dresses like all the other bridesmaids. But theirs is simply plain with a silver belt around the middle. Their hair is pulled up into a bun with tendrils like mine. Black shoes.
Ella, Angel, and Nudges dresses are strapless like my dress, but come a little lower than the knee and have a small silver belt also. Black strappy heels. I think we're pretty coordinated.
"I look pweety," Jamie says.
"Yes you do," I kiss her cheek and Charlotte's. They have a basket filled with black and white rose petals (since we couldn't find silver) to through down the isle. Evan is ring bearer.
There's a knock on the door.
"Fang you can't come in here," Nudge says.
"It's not Fang. But Max it's getting dark. John and some other people from Antarctica are here. Fang's freakin out again. Your Mom's done decorating. Ryan and the guys are here. What do you wanna do?"
"Um...."
Angel gives me a reassuring smile.
"I guess we can start," I choke out.
"K."
I hear him walk away and I start getting jittery again.
I hear Jeb knock on the door. I decided to let him give me away. He was thrilled.
"Ready Max?" he says with a brilliant smile on his face.
"Uh.....sure," I swallow hard. He takes my arm. All of us go downstairs.
Showtime.
