Disclaimer: I own three things

1. Not Shit

2. Not Fucking Shit

3. Not Motherfucking Shit.

I also swear a lot, sorry.

"Princess, I don't exactly understand what you want me to do?' Bubbles asked, slowly rubbing the tiredness out of her left eye.

"Seriously, Bubbs, I literally just told you."

"Yah, but I'm not a professional wedding planner. Wedding planners plan weddings, not 18 year old girls." She dropped her weight on the arm chair she stood beside, sinking into it's comfortable embrace.

"Why is she getting married at 18 anyway, is she pregnant or something?" Buttercup asked. She was currently laying on the couch, shoveling fistfuls of Captain Crunch into her mouth with her legs propped in her boyfriends lap.

"Ooh, put her on speaker!" Butch asked enthusiastically.

Bubbles stared long and hard at her sister's super-powered boyfriend. She then turned her head to look at the wireless home phone that she grasped in her hand. She then thought of the young woman waiting for a reply on the other end of said phone. The young woman with a lot of money who was easily offended. She turned back to Butch and thought of his power to easily offend someone.

Then she shrugged and handed him the phone, sauntering upstairs to finish her Dance Moms marathon.

"Hey Prince, are you pregnant? How far along are you? Is it a boy, girl, or a he-she thing like it's mom-dad?"

Bubbles really should have just kept the phone.

Brick was currently staring at his brothers and they're girlfriends.

Butch was chewing his nails, looking around the room without interest. Boomer was watching vines on his Ipad. Bubbles was staring right back at Brick, drinking coffee while twirling around on one of the bar stools in the kitchen they were all currently in. Buttercup was just sitting there, not giving a fuck, I guess.

"So, why are we planning Princess' wedding again?"

"Bitch- I mean Butch- offended her, again, she threatened to sue for pain and suffering, again, so know we have to make up for it, again." Buttercup explained.

Brick exhaled loudly through his nose.

"Do we really have to do it?" Boomer asked, briefly looking up from his tablet.

"Yes, yes we do."

"Well fuck." Buttercup sighed.