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"Beau get your lazy ass up!" screamed Jenny "But jen I don't wanna." Replied beau. "Well you've gotta we've got an hour to get to Mia's and you're the one and only bridesmaid so you've got to be there early to be beautiful." "I don't wanna be beautiful though, I don't want to wear a dress, or heels, or makeup, or have my hair curled, and I'd rather wear tracky bottoms, trainers, no makeup and have my hair scraped back into a bun." "Well you can do that when you dance for all the guests but not until then, kapeesh?" "Kapeesh, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be down." "Okay little sister of mine but don't be too long dads losing his patience like always" She laughs and walks off.
"Eurgh." I say to myself quietly. I look like hell, I walk into my ensuite and jump in the shower, five minutes later I get out and quickly dry my hair. My name is Beau Maddox, I'm 5ft 9', 17 years old, a professional dancer and gymnast, and a world class footballer; I've been to the Olympics once and got a gold medal for my gymnastics. I have long jet black hair down to my waist, bright blue eyes and a crooked smile. I'm not your typical girly girl freak, I may as well be a boy I hate makeup dresses anything girly. Today will be my first and last day wearing a dress, well I've got two dresses one for the reception which is a long white maxi dress and another which is an lbd. Two pairs of heels both louboutins I've been walking around in heels for the past week just so I can walk properly in them it's pretty hard, but I've managed.
Tonight I'm doing three costume changes one straight after the I do's and pictures and stuff which is when I get out of my maxi dress and put on my white skinny jeans, blue supra high tops and a white top. Apparently while I dance some big pop stars gonna be singing I don't have a clue who it is and tbh I don't care as long as it's a good song with a good beat. Crap I've gotta be downstairs in two minutes or my dad's gonna go all freakazoid on me. I hurriedly shove on some black skinny jeans my black and purple zebra print supras and a white vest with an oversized grey cardie. I grab my outfits and jog downstairs. "Dad I'm gonna go sit in the car." "Okay Beau I'll be there in two minutes, I've got to get your mums shoes because she managed to leave them behind." "Ha she's a numpty at least she went down yesterday to help set up." I hop into my dad's Audi Q7, my momma went down to my aunties yesterday to help her get all set up because my aunties useless and she ends up forgetting to do everything whereas my momma's the complete opposite you'd never guess they were identical twins.
My sister jumps in the front of the car and turns on the radio Mcfly are on, I love them so I sing along until the song finishes. "Not too shabby little sis." "Huh?" "You can sing Beau. Really well." "Erm thanks but we all know you're the singer in this family not me." "True, but maybe I'll let you sing with me one day." "I'd like that thanks Jenny." I smile at her and she smiles back when my dad gets in the car. My sister is a twenty three year old singer; she's had two studio albums and a world tour. She's the complete opposite of me 5ft 3', blonde, extremely girly, not sporty at all, extremely gorgeous, green eyes, tanned skin. She's dressed in a tight black skirt and a low cut white vest with huge bright blue heels. We drive for about half an hour when we pull up to our summer house, it's bigger than the normal house because it's got two pools and the stables and the horses and the sports hall and everything.
I walk into the house and see Miley my cousin I've not seen her in ages I scream and run up to her. "Miles I've missed you so much, are you a bridesmaid or is it just me?" "I've missed you too Beau and nope just you I think," She laughs and hugs me "Anyway I've gotta go find my bro I'll see you later yeah?" "Okay, tell him I say hi." I smile as she walks off; I trudge up to the room where I can hear most noise coming from. My momma and my aunty are getting ready, my aunties had her hair done and is currently having her makeup done my mommas fully done. "Beau you're here!" "No shit Sherlock." "Language Beau." "Sorry momma, Aunty Mia where's my dress?" "Over there m'dear" she points at the wardrobe that's slightly ajar, I walk over to it and pull out this gorgeous white dress, with diamonds across the waistband and around the top, it's strapless and just beautiful. "Wow, it's gorgeous!" "Well Beau don't put it on yet you need to have your hair and makeup done first." "Okay momma."
I sit down and let the hairdresser curl all of my hair then pin it on the top of my head, with little bits falling down; he slips on a diamond headband and shows me my reflection. "Wow I actually look girly for once." I laugh and my momma joins in. "Baby you look good like this." "Thank you momma." I smile and stand up and sit where my aunty was previously sitting, she's stood by the window looking out to the garden where the final touches are being done. I sit back and relax while the makeup artist works her magic; I must have dozed off because I woke up to somebody gently shaking me. "Beau, wake up the wedding starts in ten minutes" it was my momma. I stand up and put my dress on, my momma gasps. "What do I look horrible?" "No you look well amazing." "Really." "Yeah, Beau look in the mirror." I pop on my shoes then turn around and look in the mirror, there's a black haired beauty staring back at me. "Is that me?" "Yeah baby you're just wow." "Thanks momma." I walk over to her and give her a big hug, she takes my hand and we walk down the huge staircase and over to where my aunty is stood. She's got tears in her eyes so I give her a hug; I'm taller than her so I have to bend down a little. She looks like Jenny; just she's got red hair and brown eyes and more laugh lines.
I walk out with a big grin plastered on my face showing my braces, I hate them but at least I'll have straight teeth when I have them took off next week. I'm holding the box with my uncle's ring in; it's really pretty I sneaked a look earlier. I walk down the rest of the aisle smiling like a fool, I look around at everyone when I get to the end of the aisle I wave at my momma and stand a bit away from my aunty. They both say their vows without any mistakes or anything just effortlessly; I was stood in tears by the end, so beautiful. I give my aunty a kiss on the cheek and wipe away her tears, she smiles at me and mouths thank you. She took my uncles hand and walked back up the aisle, my momma came up to me and gave me a big hug she took my hand and dragged me over to where my uncle and aunty where having pictures taken.
We had loads of group pictures and single pictures my favourite one was the one of me and my aunty nose to nose doing an Eskimo kiss it just looks really funny. My momma was stood there watching the whole time as soon as we took the last picture my momma grabbed my hand again and ran into the house and up the stairs, my momma is more energetic than I am and she's 34, she's an ex figure skater so she's very petite we have no idea where I got my height from my dad's only 5ft 10'.
She thrusts my dance clothes at me and I quickly take off my dress and shove on my skinny jeans and the rest of my dance outfit, I jump down the stairs then run down to behind the tent so I can attempt to rehearse but I can't because I don't know what song I'm dancing too, I do a few stretches and limber up so I'm warm and ready to dance, I can hear my aunty on the mic saying the singers name, I can't quite hear what she's said but I can hear lots of screams and cheers I just block it all out.
The next thing I know is my aunty calling my name, I walk out and everybody's shouting my name, this happens a lot when I go out but I've never had it from my friends and family it's quite weird but I sort of like it. I walk out and crouch down in the middle of the dance floor, I block everything out and just get ready to dance, it's a fast song and I'm dancing to the beat, this is the type of music I live for, I throw in a few flips and tricks just to please the crowd. When the song stops cheers erupt and everyone's shouting and screaming I don't know if it's for me or for the singer. I do a little curtsey and turn around to see who the singers was. "I can't believe it, not him; no not again I hate him. Eurgh why me!"