"I do," I heard the words come out of my mouth. It was like I was
in a
horror movie and some evil sinister controlled my mind. I
tried not to look
into Derrik's eyes. I avoided them like I
avoided a car in the street. What
the hell is wrong with me?! I
hate him. I know people say you can't 'hate'
someone only strongly
dislike them. Were they wrong or what? I just stood
there looking
at my parents all teary-eyed, my friends smiling, my family
waving.
Then I looked at the minister.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the
minister
smiled. "Derrik, you may now kiss the bride."
I braced
myself as I was forced to smile and let Derrik swoop
me and kiss
me. This was supposed to best day of your life, when you
feel
butterflies in your stomach. I felt butterflies but only
because I was going
to throw up and I was nervous of how much I
screwed up my freaking life. This
wasn't how you would think. I
didn't just decide to do this. My parents did.
"Mom you said you wanted
to talk to me?" I asked.
"Yeah honey I think you need to get married and I have
just
the guy for you," she squealed.
"What? So you're basically forcing me to
marry someone?" I
squeaked.
"Well I guess, but honey he is just so
adorable, sensitive
and rich," she swooned.
"And if I don't marry him?" I
asked.
"Me
and your father will disown you," she warned. "And
you will
have no support what so ever. Lil I just want what's best for
you."
"Okay
can I meet him first though?" I asked.
"Of course you can sweetie."
That was one of the worst
days of my life next to this. The
other one is when I actually had
to meet Derrik Carnegie. Yeah, his
great-great granddad is the
famous one.
"Derrik Carnegie," he shook my hand.
"Lilly Truscott," I said.
I looked him up and down.
Perfectly cut hair. Marc Jacobs
tailored dress shirt. Gucci shoes.
YSL pants. Ralph Lauren tie. I looked at my
muddy sneakers.
Camouflage vest. Bermuda shorts. Limited Too shirt that had a
monkey
on it. And then I realized my hair had dirt in it and was really
messy.
My shoes and hair were dirty because Oliver and I were
playing around in dirt.
Hey! I know I'm 21 but I got to release my
inner child.
"Didn't have time to change into something decent for
your
date?" he asked.
"Uh I don't dress up for dates. I was playing around
with
Ollie."
"Ollie?" he chuckled.
"Yeah my best friend, Oliver," I told him.
"Well
what do you do?"
"I work at a recording studio with my friend's dad,
what
about you?"
"Me," he asked laughing. "Lilly! My granddad was
a
billionaire! You think I need to work?"
"Um I guess not?" I raised my eyebrows.
"You guessed right," he smiled. "Did you get your nails done by Salon Bellezza?"
"No, but, hey, since we have to get married let's see what
it's
like to kiss," I said. And I leaned in. I pursed my lips
and pressed them
against his cold, cold lips. Uh oh… As Miley
would say 'I've got a funny in
my tummy.'
"Uh I have to go to the
bathroom," I half-lied. I had to go
into the bathroom not to the
bathroom. So I could puke. More than when I got
Uncle Earl's piggy
litter on me. I shuddered inside. Not something I really
enjoy.
Two Months Ago With Our Donut
Oliver's POV
With great pleasure we announce that on the
15th of May our beautiful and
wonderful daughter, Lillian Anne
Truscott will be getting married to her one
true love Derrik
Carnegie. The ceremony will be held at Wayfarer's Chapel.
Please
be at the ceremony at 10:00 AM. We would be honored for you to
share
this special day Lillian. The reception will be held at
Carnegie Hall. A jet
will arrive at 5:00 PM at our house. Please
try your best not to be late.
Cocktail attire.
Lilly
is getting married?? My Lilly is getting married?? She's supposed
to
fall passionately in love with me. Not some rich kid whose
great grandfather
is like a legend. Lilly can't be getting married
she just can't. I'll call
her. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I
grabbed the wireless phone from the coffee
table and punched in
Lilly's number.
"Lilly it's me Olive-"
"Please
leave a message after the beep!"
Ugh! She can't be getting
married! She just can't. You know what person, who
happens to be
reading thoughts, I love her! I've loved her ever since she
held
my hand for that damn crayon box.
"Hi what's youw name?" a blonde girl asked a brunette boy.
"Oliber," he said. "What is yours?"
"Willy," she smiled. "Oooh nice crayons."
"Thanks, wanna play with me?" he asked.
"Yeah, I love Crayola," she beamed.
"Only if you hold my hand," Oliver said holding out his hand.
Lilly put her hand in his and made their fingers intertwine.
"Willy you're pwetty," he said.
Why is this happening to me? Why?
Back With
Lilly
Lilly's POV
I looked at the people smiling back at me
as I smacked on a fake cheery
smile. I saw Miley, Jake, Sarah,
Joanie, Becca, Matt, Josh and Babe (I mean
Gabe!) I looked for
Ollie. He was nowhere! He wouldn't miss my wedding would
he? He
responded saying he would come. I blinked back tears. Why would he
miss
it? Why? Whatever I tried to tell myself, I told myself it
doesn't matter.
But I couldn't lie to myself. It does and I'm
really ** that he forgot my
wedding day. We went through with the
whole shebang and I felt my cell phone
vibrate. It was
Oliver!
Lilly,
I'm
sorry I missed it. Have a nice life with Derrik
Carnegie.
-Oliver
Oscar Oken
