Today was probably the most annoying day of my entire life. First, I got in at work and Jay had a diva, all out ** fit, at me for being late. It was just fitting today, so it wasn't like I was late for the show, that would be understandable. And then I try on the stupid gown, and it's too big on the hips, which means the hole damn dress doesn't fit. And then Jay got ** off about that, cause it's supposed to be skin tight. Whatever, it's not like modeling was my first pick.

So then I get off work and go to meet Rachel at the café we love. I finally get there after a my tire went flat, and I had to try and push it there, all by myself. As soon as I arrive, I look at our table and she's not there. She texts me, freaking texts me, that she has to cancel. All day she's been ** about Lauren and Puck's engagement, and how we just have to talk after work, and she texts me to cancel. She went all crazy when she thought Puck still liked her since he did the intervention thing about her nose, and then she saw the newspaper with their engagement on it. The intervention was like three years ago, but she thought that he was trying to send her a sign or something. Point it, she loves him and he loves Lauren. That's what we here in Lima Heights call one huge ** mess.

My ** excuse of a day, is why I skip my daily routine workout on my new treadmill. Well that, and it broke, piece of **. So I'll just sit down and forget my total screwed up day, and I decide to watch some other crazy ** deal with their screwed up day, that makes mine look nice. It's pretty funny to laugh at them as they go nuts over the wrong color mints for the goody bags or something like that. Only one word could explain what I'm talking about: Bridezillas. I flop down on my brown leather couch and press the button on the remote. Then I go through the TV listing till I find it. My TV screen is changed to the title and my room fills with the voice of the host.

"This is a special episode we call BIG fits. Our larger brides show us that they can throw just as big fits as the 'perfect little princesses'. Our first bride is from a small town in Ohio called Lima." What! Maybe I know the pysco. Oh, maybe its Hillary. She just got engaged to that Dylan guy and she is pretty weird. Or that girl from Macys…

Then the last person I would have guessed filled the screen. There sitting pretty-or as pretty as she could muster- right next to Puck, was Lauren. Holy **! I picked up my phone and called Rachel.

"Hi this is Rachel-"

"Rachel it's San. Oh my god! Turn on Bridzillas right now. You won't believe it if I told you. You have to see this.-"

"And you reached my messaging system. Sorry I couldn't reach you but please leave a message so I know the urgency in which to call you back. Thanks."

Damn it Rachel! Well I had to know what happened right? So I just turned my attention back to the screen. This is the kinda moment when I wished I listened to the nerd at Best Buy who told me a DVR recording whatever it's called would be very ideal to my busy schedule.

"Well I'm Lauren and this is Puck. Were from Lima, Ohio. We met in the only high school we have here in this cow town," she says gauntly and scoffs at the last part. Then she turns her head in Puck's direction, "He was quite the ladies man back then. And we have never had a bump in the road." She smirks and so does he.

Then Puck adds, "We're a badass couple." Lauren nudges him yelling at him that this is about the bride, not the groom, and he needs to shut her pie hole. I laughs at that, and not just Lauren scolding him on national television, but the part before that. They aren't even close to as awesomely bad ** as Puckleberry. And I take credit for creating that. Well I suppose I didn't really create Puckleberry, but I didn't stop them, I didn't even try. But that's probably coz I didn't think they'd get any where. I hated Rachel back then.

Then the screen goes to Lauren screaming at the florist for giving lilies instead of baby's breath in her practice bouquet, "You stupid idiotic bimbo! Do you not understand English!" A frown appears on my face, coz the 'stupid idiotic bimbo,' is Brittany. Yeah, that's right, pinky linkin' Brittany.

The screen goes to a whole bunch of other times she yelling and screaming about stupid things, then it goes to the wedding day. I sit up straighter as I realize, I'm pretty damn glad Rachel didn't pick up her phone. It would be like watching her fate being sealed. And then all hell breaks loose, and I'm glad they didn't invite me, not like I would have gone anyway.

A/N: hey guys hope you like it. But please let me know in a review or a PM. It inspires me to write more. A huge thanks to MissMandyPandy for Betaing my story!:D