A/N: Hi! This is the first chapter of my new drabble fanfic! I'll be updating whenever inspiration strikes, so I'm not making any promises for how long it'll take for an update each time. Anyway, onto the summary.

Summary: So what if my hair is always a mess and I get dirt on my face? So what if I'm a rowdy girl who sings at the top of her voice? So what if I wore shorts to the wedding reception? You still married me, didn't you? FranticShipping.


World Seasons

1 - Grunge Princess

It's the reception, and everybody's staring at us. Mostly me, because I'm dressed for the skate park. Partially Ruby, who's red in the face and glaring at me.

I think I'm supposed to say something now. Dad's just finished his speech, and I can't help but grin; he was tearing up a bit earlier, as mushy speeches has never been his forte, and his tuxedo makes him look oddly out of place. He never wears so much as his khaki shorts and lab coat when he's out doing fieldwork. And since he's gone a bit grey and thinning on top, it makes him look even weirder.

He nods to me and I stand up. In my eyes I look magnificent in my 'wedding dress' - I'm in a baby blue tee-shirt, denim shorts, electric blue sneakers and (by surrendering into Ruby's complaining, whining and crocodile tears) a boring white lacy veil, crammed over my ponytail. I may be the bride at this shindig, but I'm still only twenty-four, and I'm no where near old enough to be wearing some stupid granny dress.

Ruby doesn't like my fashion sense quite as much, and he is wearing the typical tux, which in my opinion makes him look even stupider than me. He even took off his hat, which is a first. He's combed his hair to one side to try and cover up the scars, but he's not foolin' anybody. 'Specially me.

"Erm… thanks for coming today, everybody." My voice catches in my throat a little and I glare at Ruby, blaming it on him. If he hadn't made me feel so dumb I wouldn't be screwing up like this. Picking up my plastic cup of water off the table, I take a swig and slam it down again, exhaling deeply. "Right… I want to thank my dad, who's been awesome to me since I was a kid. I love you, Dad. You'll always be number one!" I give him a thumbs up and he looks like he's going to cry again.

"Also," I continue, "I'd like to thank Karma, my new mother-in-law, for how sweet and caring she's been to me since we met. Thank you so much." Ruby's mother holds a handkerchief up to her mouth, eyes shiny. "And Norman too, my new father-in-law. Thanks for being so cool and battling with me on a regular basis! Since I got my badge, I seem to lose to you every time. But I'll beat you again one day, just you wait!"

Then my gaze falls upon Ruby, who's watching me expectantly. "And finally, you. Ruby. My husband." I roll the word around my mouth; it sounds stupid and weird and old. Kind of like him. "You, Ruby, who yelled at me today for turning up to the wedding in my denim shorts and sneakers. You, who forced this stupid veil on my head, even though you know that I didn't want to wear it! I don't care if you made it yourself! It's trashy and prissy and dumb!" I yank it off my head and shove it into Dad's hands, who takes it, dumbstruck.

"You, Ruby, who always complains that I don't dress nicely enough, or I don't act ladylike, or my wild attitude isn't acceptable! So what if my hair is always a mess and I get dirt on my face? So what if I'm a rowdy girl who sings at the top of her voice? So what if I wore shorts to the wedding reception? You still married me, didn't you?" Folding my arms, I sit down again. Glancing over at him, I see his face is flushed and his eyes wide. His mouth is a complete 'O' of surprise. I wait for him to yell back at me and whine that I'm showing us up, but he doesn't.

"…But despite that, I still love you." The last few shreds of my confidence leave me as I say that, and I pick up my plastic cup again, talking quick gulps at a time, choosing not to look at him.

"And despite all of that, I love you too." Squeezing my hand, he flashes me a quick smile before standing up. "I forward everything Sapphire said - well, except for what she said about me. I can't deny that I can be like that… But I get on her nerves because I love it when she gets mad. She frowns and growls and shouts, and it just makes me love her more and more. So, forgive me for getting carried away sometimes, Saph."

"…Don't call me Saph," is all I can manage to say, before he presses his lips against mine.


The moment we got back to our house, I emptied a plastic water bottle over his head.

"Wh-What was that for?"

"Don't ever do that kiss thing again."