Hi guys! I finally found a way to write a fanfic without anyone reading it here at home! (I saved a draft on Yahoo! Mail and copy pasted it.) I'm not exactly in the best mood today, something else that I'm keeping a secret from my friends besides my fanfic writing career. I'm willing to tell anyone of you who asks though, it will be nice to actually have someone to talk to about it. Anyways, here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Duh. I am simply imagining the future of my favorite characters and sharing it with the world.
Note: They might be a tiny bit out of character. Sorry :)
After what happened with Jake, I fell into Ryder's comforting arms. He held me, and he never let go of me. Not literally, of course. That was years ago. Jake and I are on good terms now, he's married to his college sweetheart. I, one the other hand, am on my way to the first fitting of my wedding dress.
"You seem tense, honey. Nervous?" Sheila, my soon to be mother-in-law asked. She couldn't be any nicer. I guess I kind of expected that when I first met her.
"No, no. I'm fine." I answered, trying to hide my nerves. We've been through the design of the hundreds of times, from the length to the tiniest little detail. But I still can't help but feel nervous. My mom chuckled.
"Don't worry Marley, you'll still look beautiful even if your dress was made of potato sacks." my mom said. Sheila glanced over at her and then looked at me. She smiled and nodded, agreeing with my mom.
"Of course you would say that, you're my mom." I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you so worried anyway?" Sheila asked.
"She's right, I'm sure Ryder would agree with us." my mom said.
Until now, I still smiled whenever I heard his name. I looked down at my engagement ring. It was very simple, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I really felt like I was the luckiest girl on the planet every time I saw it and every time I saw him.
"Whatever you say mom."
We reached the shop where one of my mom's closest friends, Leia, worked. She was all jumpy when she found out that I was getting married. Of course, she wouldn't let me pay for her services. After I came up with millions of excuses and reasons why I should pay her, she finally agreed to what she called a decent price, although it was much too cheap in my opinion.
That same thought came to my mind and I was bothered by the price again when I saw the dress. The simple bodice looked so elegant as Leia held it carefully in her arms.
"What are you waiting for? Try it on!" she smiled. "And don't open the curtains, I want you to see yourself after you've put it on, here outside."
My mom and Sheila gently ushered me through the white curtains, the only thing that separated the dressing room from the waiting area for family. The room wasn't too big, and it wasn't too small either. All it had was a mirror that was barely visible behind the dark purple curtain that concealed it, a little princess-y bench, and a few hooks in a straight line for hanging clothes. The dress wasn't very hard to put on, but it still took me a while. You can only guess how hard it is to put on a wedding dress without mirrors.
"Do you have it on?" Leia called out from outside.
"Um, yeah, I think so." I replied.
Leia entered the dressing room. She looked at me for a while before smiling.
"It's beautiful Marley. You're beautiful." she said. I just smiled.
She walked over and adjusted my dress a little bit.
"Alright, you can go now." she said.
I made my way outside. The moment they heard my footsteps, my mom and Sheila looked up from their magazines and gasped.
"Do I look okay?" I asked, still honestly unsure.
"Marls, you look beautiful." my mom said, very close to tears.
"Oh!" Sheila exclaimed.
Leia simply smiled at me, then after a few seconds she walked over and took some notes, probably for some adjustments. My mom looked on and so did Sheila.
"The mirror is right over there." She said, pointing to her right.
The same dark purple curtain from the dressing room was parted and it framed the sides of the long mirror I've never noticed when I came in. I walked over and stared at my reflection.
The sweetheart bodice fit nicely and stopped just below my waist, and from there the skirt made out of tulle flowed down. The skirt was a little long, but it was made that way so that when I was wearing my heels it would stop just as it hit the floor. Although it was made of tulle, the skirt wasn't overly puffy like a disney princess's dress and it wasn't too thin either. It was just perfect. I also noticed how the long red carpet that went all the way across the room was put there to make it seem like you were already walking down the aisle.
"I honestly don't know what to say." I said.
I was at a loss for words. I really had no idea what to do next, so I was kind of thankful that Ryder picked that very moment to barge in.
"Marley? I-" he began, looking down at a text message on his cellphone. Ryder was cut off by the screams of Sheila.
"What are you doing here?" she said as Leia quickly pushed me into the dressing room, understanding completely.
"I just drove here to pick up Marley to fix some stuff for the reception." Ryder said, who, unlike Leia, did not understand at all.
"Don't you know that it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the actual wedding day?" Sheila asked. My mom nodded.
"Oh. Well yeah, it's just that I thought that we didn't believe that." Ryder replied.
"We don't know if it's true, but we are not taking any chances." Sheila shot back.
I really couldn't help but remember what Unique had told me years ago about how Finn had been with Rachel before the wedding, and she was in her wedding dress. What happened after that was nowhere near lucky. I'm not blaming them for what happened to Quinn, but like Sheila said, I am not taking any chances.
"Okay, I'll just reschedule the whole thing." Ryder said. I poked my head out from behind the white curtain.
"No, it's fine. We're done anyway." I said.
My mom looked at me to make sure I was sure, and I nodded in confirmation.
"Well okay then, we'll handle the expenses and stuff for the dress with Leia outside, while you get back in your jeans." Sheila said. "And don't even dare to let him see the dress Marley."
I raised my right hand up. "I promise."
I got one last I'm-watching-you glare from Sheila before they left the room.
Ryder walked over and gave me a kiss. I smiled.
"I don't know what the dress looks like, but I'm sure you look amazing in it." Ryder stated with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. "Stop it, you sound just like my mother only half an hour ago." I said, but I couldn't help but smile. Ryder chuckled.
"Hurry up and get dressed, I don't feel like eating cold food today." Ryder said.
"Food?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"We're tasting some for the reception." he replied.
I dissapeared behind the curtain again. I was half way done when I heard my mom and Sheila enter the room.
"Okay, I'm done. Let's go?"
"I honestly like the mini strawberry shortcakes better." I said.
"It does look better with the flowers." Sheila said.
"We haven't chosen any flowers." my mom countered.
"I thought you guys agreed on the stargazers?" Ryder asked.
"Stargazers? Well, that doesn't look very good with the shortcakes." Sheila said.
"I think it's fine. But wait, we really haven't chosen the flowes yet." my mom said.
"Let's say we did choose the shortcakes. How many would each guest get?" Sheila said.
"Just one. We can't afford that many shortcakes." I said. It was Sheila's request that we have a big wedding. I told her we wouldn't be able to afford it, but when Sheila makes up her mind you can't make her change it.
"Isn't this a little small for dessert?" Ryder asked.
"The main course would be pretty heavy, so something light would be nice." Sheila replied. "What's our main course anyway? We should have something different for the kids, like fried chicken or spagetti. You know, the type of stuff kids like."
I looked down at the round pastry on my palte and sliced off a part of it. I really liked the shortcakes. I took a bite from the strawberry on top after dipping it in the frosting that kept it in its place and listened to their conversation. It was like this the whole day. One of us would comment on the food, flowers, tablecloth, napkins, plates, or anything else and it would start a long conversation/argument on the colors and tastes and just about everything.
"No, roses are sooo mainstream." Sheila said.
"They're pretty though." I said. "But they aren't exactly eye-catching or interesting anymore." I added. My mom shrugged.
"Okay, no roses?" She said, crossing that off on the long list of flowers that were available.
"Yeah, guess so." I said.
"The place should be bright, it's a spring wedding."
"Hmm...so bright flowers for the bouquet?" mom asked.
"Uh-huh." Sheila replied.
"Oh! We forgot Marley's dress for the reception!" Sheila said.
"Dress?" I asked.
"Trust me, you do not want to be walking around in a long dress outdoors."
Beside me, Ryder was starting to look bored. I guess it's not exactly every guy's cup of tea to be in a room filled with girls talking about flowers and strawberry shortcakes. Probably the only reason why he even came was to make sure he got the steaks he loved as a part of the main course. Not a chance.
"I don't know about you guys, but I am exhausted." I complained. "Can we please just call it a day?"
Surprisingly, everybody agreed.
Nobody ever said getting married was easy, but I didn't expect it to be this tiring. I'm just hoping everything that comes after will be worth it.
Aaaaand, scene! Thanks for reading my first fanfic guys! Terrible? Great? Too long? Too short? Should I keep going or should I stop? Are they too out of character? Leave a review :)) I'm not sure when my next update will be, but I swear I WILL UPDATE. At least if you guys want me to :)