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I stared blankly at the two big and thick wooden doors in front of me. Was this really happening? Was I seriously about to do this? I took a deep breath in and closed my make up covered eyes. I breathed out. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. I could feel the wine I drank to calm my nerves easing its way back up my esophagus. I gulped.
"Lily?" I heard someone from behind me say. I turned to see Miley. Her bouquet in hand and Oliver standing beside her.
"You okay?" She asked, placing her newly manicured hand firmly on my shoulder. I looked over at her, my mouth gaping.
"I- I'm getting married," I managed to choke out. Miley gave me a smile and nodded.
"Yea. Yea you are," She said consolingly. I let out another sigh.
"Oh my freaking Jesus," I mumbled under my breath.
"Honey?" I heard my dad call from beside me. I turned to him. He looked nice. At least he didn't wear his old beat up leather work shoes he said he was going to. I smiled at him as he linked his arm with man.
"You ready baby?" he asked. I looked over at him then blinked away.
"It's now or never right?" I said as I chewed on my bottom lip, leaving the bitter taste of lipstick in my mouth. My dad didn't answer my question. He smiled at me again as the big wooden doors were peeled open by two ushers. The music was cued and the rows of seats began to rise in a wave like formation. I had to keep on telling myself to put one foot in front of the other and it wasn't helping that these Vera Wang white satin pumps I'm wearing are a size too small. Oh the sacrifices I make.
Every step I took another thought ran through my head. What if I pass out? What if I fall? What if one of my evil cousins spills wine on me at the reception? Then came the bigger and deeper thoughts. What if I get a divorce? What if I don't really love him? What if this is a mistake? I'm only twenty one years old. What's the divorce rate for twenty one year-old women. Ah, who am I kidding, it's probably in the nineties. And what's the chance that I'm in that little ten percent. Maybe I should run, like you see in the movies.
As I was contemplating how I could possibly escape wearing the painful $500 shoes, we reached the end of the long isle. The music had stopped and my Dad was gripping onto both my hands tighter than Chelsea, my sister, did while giving birth. Tears had perched themselves in the corners of his deep gray eyes. I tried to stop myself from crying. Seeing that I was too cheap to buy the waterproof mascara, even for my wedding day.
"I love you baby girl," My dad whispered to me as he tightened his already tight grip on my hands. I gave him a smile and pursed my lips. No tears yet.
"And who gives this woman to this man?" I heard the minister ask. Daddy and I snapped our head upwards towards him. My dad reluctantly released his grip on my hands and turned. He got a seriously look on his face and interlaced his fingers together and allowed his hands to dangle in front of him.
"I do sir," He said in his serious conference call voice. The minister nodded as two of my bridesmaids helped me up the few steps that lead me to my husband. Oh God, that sounds so weird to say. My Husband. Husband. My head was screaming at my heart that I shouldn't be doing this. That all of this will be something I'll regret. But then, as the minister began reading the vows I felt his fingers tickle my hand as he placed his palm on mine. I looked up at him. That smile, those eyes. It was then I knew. My heart was right. There were no mistakes, not regrets. This was destiny. It was true love. I was born to be Mrs. Jackson Stewart.
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"MILEY I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO FREAKING KI-" I stopped when I saw Jackson sitting in the living room instead of Miley.
"Oh it's you, sorry Jackson," I said nonchalantly. I turned on my heel and began walking towards the stairs to go up to Miley's room.
"She's not here," Jackson said not glancing away from the TV.
"Are you kidding me?" I said angrily as I threw my hands down to my sides, slapping my thigh on the way.
"She's at the mall with Rick," he added which didn't make the matter any better. First she blew me off for shopping with her old friend from back home, but now her boyfriend too? This is so ridiculous.
"God," I said under my breath as I began walking towards the door. But, Jackson stopped me.
"So, you know, not meaning to intrude or anything but why are you planning the murder of my sister?" He asked as he sat up on the couch. The back of his hair stood up from laying on the pillow.
"We have this huge chemistry report due Monday and I have done my half, Miley was supposed to email me her half yesterday," I paused and stared at the blank expression on his face.
"You wanna guess what happened?" I said crossing my arms against my chest.
"Uhm, she sent it to you?" he guessed sarcastically.
"EHH," I said imitating the sound of a buzzer.
"Come on, it can't be that bad," He said attempting to straighten out the misplaced hairs on the back of his head.
"This paper is twenty percent of our grade!" I yelled at him.
"Okay, bad," He said as he stood from the couch and began walking over towards me.
"Ya think?" I said. He sighed and walked into the kitchen, placing the now empty bag of chips on the counted and the empty bowl that once held God knows what in the sink.
"Look, maybe I can help, what's the paper on exactly?"
"Acid Rain and it's impact on man and the environment," I said not quite sure where he was going with this.
"Um, well, acid rain is bad, it kills stuff and..." Jackson stopped and got this thoughtful look on his face.
"...needs to be stopped," I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Yea, brilliant work Einstein," I said, leaning onto the kitchen counter.
"Look, is it an open topic?" Jackson asked as he opened the fridge door.
"Yea..." I said, eyebrows raised.
"Well I did my report on Medical Applications of the Isotope Sodium, I could give it to you and you could copy some things from it," My face lit up as those words were muttered from Jackson's mouth. Sure it would be cheating, but I mean, it's not my fault.
"Are serious?" I asked, my teeth showing through my wide spread lips.
"Yea, why not?" Jackson said, taking a sip from a bottle of route beer. He shrugged his shoulders and then began walking towards the stairs.
"Come on, I'll get it for you," He said as he walked up the stairs, taking two stairs in one long stride. I trailed behind him to his room.
"It's gotta be around here somewhere..." He said as he sat his route beer on the top of a TV and kicked a pair of jeans out of the way. I stood in his door way as he searched. He rummaged through a few drawers before finding it.
"Here it is," he said as he walked back over to the door and handed it to me. I smiled as I took it from him.
"Thank you so much, you are my freaking savior," I said to him. He gave me a smile and a laugh, almost like he knew it already. I rolled my eyes.
"Just give it back when your done okay," Then I felt it. A feeling I never thought I would feel. It was the feeling of Jackson hand on my arm. I gave him a smile before his hand dropped. But then, I was met with a even weirder feeling. The feeling of emptiness when he removed his hand from my skin.
A/N: So I came home and I was in a very perky and eewwy gooying lovey mood seeing as my boyfriend proposed! Feb. 18 2009. I'm married. (that's when I turn 18) Just a little over a year. OMG. I can't wait. Okay sorry about that. lol.
Well what I'm planning on doing here is just make it a cute little story of Lackson-y moments that lead up to their marriage. No real point. Just fun to write.
As for all my stories; I probably won't get to update very often anymore because life has been insane. Not only with school but my mom is pregnant. So, we have been redoing the basement to turn into my new room so the baby can have my old room, ugh. Crazy life.
Please review if you read! Tell me what you think!