It looks like got at it again. Sorry, but this is too much fun! Enjoy our second story!
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The summer sun shone brightly on Washington DC, and there was a slight breeze. The day seemed completely perfect for a wedding. Abigail Chase, soon to be Abigail Gates, stood at the balcony of the room above the church where she would be married. Her veil stirred slightly in the wind, and she looked out at the leaves, some of which were just beginning to change colors as the summer neared its close.
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, and as Abigail turned she saw it burst open dramatically. In the door frame stood two teenage girls, both of which Abigail recognized as the two fan-girls who had driven Ian off when he had tried to blow her house up.
"Wow!" Jenny suddenly yelled, bouncing forward. "You look pretty!"
"Yeah, that veil is beautiful!" Michelle exclaimed.
"How did you get in here?" Abigail asked in surprise. She blinked, watching the two teenagers.
"We went up the stairs of course!" Jenny said, a huge smile on her face.
"But-But-But you weren't even invited to the wedding!" Abigail stammered.
"Yeah and we're still a bit offended by that." Michelle frowned, sounding offended.
"But you'll ruin everything!" Abigail wailed, flailing her arms around like a child.
"Now hold on." Jenny snapped. "Do you think we're harsh enough to ruin your wedding!? No! We're just here for the cake."
"And Riley." Michelle piped up, raising a hand.
"That too." Added Jenny.
"Personally, I think Riley is better than cake!" Michelle said happily.
"That's a tough decision..." Jenny said, thinking.
"You guys!!" Abigail cried, exasperated.
"What's wrong Abby?" Michelle put an arm around Abby's shoulder.
"Just please go sit in your seats and don't mess anything up, OK? And don't touch me again. Please."
"Rude." Michelle muttered as she and Jenny left the room. They went downstairs and soon came into the church hall, which was beautifully decorated with white lilies, tied to the end of each pew with pink ribbon.
"Wow I thought Abby had taste." Jenny murmured to Michelle who looked aghast.
"I think it's nice!"
"Yeah, well, you also think Riley's better than cake."
"Is that supposed to mean something?" Michelle said loudly, hands on her hips.
"Maybe, maybe not." Jenny shrugged, sliding into one of the pews.
"I hate it when you do that!" Michelle said irritably, sitting beside her. Jenny shrugged again, and the music started as the first group in the procession made their way down the aisle.
"Hey look." Jenny gestured ahead, and Michelle followed the direction of her finger to see Riley standing near Ben up by the altar.
"He's the best man! Awww how cute!!" Michelle cooed.
"I know! Look at him in his little suit and converse!" Jenny giggled, blushing furiously.
"Only Riley would wear converse to a wedding." Michelle sighed.
"Let's get his attention." Jenny said deviously, pulling a bag of Tic-Tacs from her pocket.
"Watch and learn." She then proceeded to throw them at Riley's head. Michelle slowly got the idea and began doing the same
Riley looked up, obviously confused by small orange objects flying at his head. He looked up and saw his two fan-girls throwing the Tic-Tacs. When they saw he was looking, they both waved vigorously. Riley's eyes widened. "What are THEY doing here?!" Riley whispered in disbelief.
"Who?" Ben asked.
"Oh I remember them, they were at the house that time weren't they?" Ben did his toothy grin at the girls and waved a little. Jenny and Michelle responded with wide smiles and more vigorous waving.
"He remembers us! How cool is that!?" Jenny hissed to Michelle, pleased.
"It'd be cooler if Riley liked us." Michelle answered glumly. "I think we should stop throwing Tic-Tacs at him."
"Why?" Jenny demanded.
"Because it's plainly annoying him." Michelle shot back.
"It worked didn't it?" Jenny asked, offended.
"Well, he'll like us less if we keep doing it. Besides, we're making a mess with all these Tic-Tacs!" Michelle reminded her.
"Well... Well what if... Oh fine!" Jenny gave up. At that moment, Abigail began to walk down the aisle with her father, beaming and looking enchanting in the flowing white gown and satin veil.
"She cleans up nicely." Jenny said simply. Michelle raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Was that a compliment?" She asked.
"Kind of." Jenny answered. "At least she hasn't gone for the dark makeup like she did in National Treasure 1. That looked awful."
"Okay I'll give you that one." Michelle agreed. Both girls were silenced by the glare Abigail gave them as she walked past their pew.
Michelle suddenly cocked her head, observing Jenny closely. "What?" Jenny asks irritably, looking at her friend closely.
"Is something wrong?" Michelle asked
"No, why do ask?" Jenny wondered.
"Something just seems...off about you today."
"Well I'm fine." Jenny murmured, slumping down on her pew. "Man these things are uncomfortable."
"Shh, listen." Michelle said, pointing at Ben and Abby who were now together at the altar, speaking their vows. Both of the girls noticed that Riley kept nervously looking their way, and he didn't seem to be paying any attention to the wedding.
"We really scare him don't we?" Michelle smirked.
"I think so." Jenny said, though she didn't look very enthusiastic.
"Seriously, is something wrong?" Michelle asked again, quirking an eyebrow at her friend. "You don't seem very interested in the wedding."
"I don't mean to be so moody." Jenny answered. "I'm just a bit annoyed that Riley and Abigail are so unwelcoming. It makes no sense really, we're writing this story, so why the hell don't the characters like us?"
"We're being realistic." Michelle said bluntly.
"As realistic as a fan fiction can get." Jenny commented.
"There you go with the quirks about fan fiction again! Next thing you'll be complaining about clichés again!"
"Well it's true! Can't we write just one fan fiction with the characters liking us?" Jenny asked.
"Stop talking about fan fiction!" Michelle ordered her. "That's called 'breaking the fourth wall'! We're not supposed to realize this is a fan fiction!"
"This is a parody, we're allowed." Jenny answered simply.
Michelle sat and stared at her friend, with no counter argument.
They both came to realize that through the lengthy conversation, the wedding had actually come to an end. Jenny stood up and dusted herself off.
"Time for cake!"
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