Arianna, Spring 2, 10:34 p.m.

"Damn," I said. "Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" I pounded my fist on the sheet of paper, even though it wouldn't help me with my writing.

I was stuck in the lobby of Trampoli's inn, attempting to write my wedding vows. My mom was sitting right by me, as my siblings made a racket on the floor above.

"What are you damning this time?" Mom asked.

"My nonexistent writing ability," I replied. "These vows…why in the hell did I choose to write them myself?"

"Because I couldn't convince you otherwise," Mom said, laughing. I sighed, and tried once again to write.

I heard thundering footsteps come down the stairs, and my five-year-old brother Liam and eleven-year-old sister Zoe ran to Mom.

"Don't believe anything he says!" Zoe immediately shouted. "He's a liar!"

"She hit me!" Liam bawled. "And then she said I didn't have a soul!"

"Zoe!" Mom exclaimed. "What would make you do either of those things?"

"Well," Zoe said. "He was bothering me, so I hit him. And he doesn't have a soul because he's a ginger!" Mom rolled her eyes.

"You're both too big to fight like this," she said. "Where's your father?"

"Writing something," Liam replied.

"It's probably something all mushy," Zoe said. She twirled around. "For the bride-to-be!" Liam laughed.

"Mushy-mushy!" he exclaimed. "Arianna's going to have to kiss in front of people!"

"Aw, shut up, you," I told him jokingly. "Why don't you go play with Gerard, Liam? I'm sure he'd like to play tag. Zoe, you should go ask Tristan if you can give him a makeover."

"Okay!" they exclaimed. They both went bounding up the stairs, and it seemed they had forgotten their little spat.

"Are you out of your mind?" Mom asked. "You should have sent Liam to Tristan or Flora, and Zoe to Lily or Leann!"

"I'm not out of my mind," I replied. "I just know Gerard can't run worth a damn, and Tristan's probably going to hide under his bed from embarrassment."

"You're cruel," Mom said, laughing. "Just because you're pissed off doesn't mean you have to make trouble for everyone else!" I sighed. "Just write your vows. It shouldn't be too difficult if you're speaking from the h-"

"Mom!" two voices cried.

Tristan and Gerard came running down the stairs, with Zoe and Liam following close behind. Mom was quick grabbing Liam; she had done so before I had even noticed that he had a hammer in his hand.

"What have I told you about hammer tag, Liam?" Mom asked sternly.

"It's not allowed," Liam said in an annoyed tone of voice. Mom took the hammer out of his hand, and let him go.

"Mom!" Zoe whined. "Tristan's being mean!"

"Oh really?" Tristan asked. "I'm being mean? Zoe, it's not normal to go into your sleeping brother's room and start braiding his hair!"

"And this little brat," Gerard said, pointing to Liam. "Is going to grow up to be a homicidal maniac! I can see it now: 'The Alvarna Hammer Killer Strikes Again'!" Liam responded to this by biting Gerard's arm.

"What is with you guys?" Mom asked. "Tristan and Gerard…Tristan especially, you are too old to act like children! Arianna's getting married tomorrow, and the only activity you can think of is raising hell?"

"Sorry, Mom," the four of them said.

"Good," Mom said. "Now get your asses upstairs. Your sister's trying to write her wedding vows, and the three of you who are under eighteen, it's past your bedtime anyway."

"You heard that, minors," Tristan said. "Go to your rooms!"

Gerard, Zoe, and Liam groaned, but they went back upstairs.

"Shit," Mom muttered. "Liam's going to want me to tuck him in. I'll be right back." She went up the stairs after them.

I sighed, looking back at my paper.

"You haven't written much," Tristan commented.

"Thank you," I replied. "I'm aware. And do you have to look over my shoulder?" I sighed again. "I just feel like I'm bullshitting this…"

"Well," Tristan said. "Are you bullshitting it?"

I thought for a second.

"No," I finally said. "I'm not."

"Then keep writing," Tristan said. "And don't stay up too late. Grandpa Kyle's going to paint you, and you don't want dark circles under your eyes." I laughed.

"You sound like Lily," I told him.

"I know," he said. "I'm going to get some sleep. And don't forget to write."

I wrote.

Gunie, Spring 3, 12:01 a.m.

"Sappy," I muttered, ripping yet another piece of paper out of my notebook. "Too goddamn sappy."

I crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it on my bedroom floor. Usually, I wasn't so messy, but the wastebasket had run out of space hours ago, and I was frustrated. I ran my hands through my hair, and sighed heavily.

I had never been a strong writer, and honestly, I was tempted to go over to the inn and wake up Arianna's seventeen-year-old writing prodigy of a brother, Gerard.

He could probably do the job in less than a minute, I thought. But no…these are my wedding vows. I need to do this on my own.

I started to pick up my pen to see if I could write anything at all, but suddenly, I heard my door creak open.

"Hey," Dad said quietly. I slowly turned around.

"Hey Dad," I said.

"I take it the vows aren't coming along so well?" he asked.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Because you look like shit," he said, laughing.

He pulled up a chair, and sat down next to me.

"A blank page," he said. "Gunie, you're starting to worry me."

"You think you're worried?" I asked. I paused, and sighed heavily. "I just can't figure out what to write…I love her so much, and I want them to sound cheesy or fake."

"Well," he said. "If she loves you, and I know she does, then she's not going to care about syntax or extensive vocabulary usage. She's only going to care about how much you love her." I smiled at him.

"Thanks, Dad," I said. "I'll try again."

"You'd better," he replied.

We didn't talk for a while, until I heard Dad start laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied. "I was just thinking about when you were seven, and you brought home that book."

"What book?" I asked.

"I don't really know," he said. "But whatever it was, it prompted you to ask about some things related to female anatomy." He laughed again, and I just kept writing. I knew he was just trying to make me feel uncomfortable.

"Ha, ha," I said in an expressionless voice.

"Well," Dad continued. "Your first time will come soon enough. You'd better be prepared for it."

I froze, nearly dropping my pen. That one night by the lake…

"Um…" I stammered. Dad laughed again.

"I should have known," he said. "The way you've been looking at each other lately-"

"Don't tell Mom," I said quickly.

"I won't," Dad replied. "Although I don't think she'd get angry. After all, you were kind of a 'surprise' yourself. Your grandfather damn near killed me. We hoped to God that you'd be a boy so we could calm him down by naming you after him."

"Thanks Dad," I said jokingly. "Nice to know my name has such deep meaning."

"Anyway," he said. "I should let you write. And don't stay up too late."

He got up, and left the room. Once again, I was stuck trying to write something meaningful.

And suddenly, it hit me, and I began to write.

Yay! I've distracted myself once again! Note the sarcasm.

I originally started writing this to go along with a drawing I'm working on, and it was going to be a really long oneshot. Then, I realized that if I combined everything, it would be ridiculously long. So, I guess it'll be just a short story with chapters.

Also, this is going to be pretty different than my other stories. While those are romantic dramedies (drama-comedies), this is going to be fluffy and, in some cases, comedic. Okay, so maybe that's not too different, but still.

As a random side note...the Kyle side of the family is an effing circus. And I find that awesome.