"Lilly!" Miley called from her bedroom. She heard nothing in response. Stupid Lilly. How on Earth are we supposed to pick dresses if she isn't here to help out? Miley turned around again to look at the back of her yellow dress. This would go great with the other white dress and purple sash she had set aside earlier. "Lillian!"

Lilly appeared from around the door, "What."

"Was that a question or a statement?" Miley put her hands on her hips and turned around, expecting some sort of answer. Lilly didn't even look up, she was too engrossed with her iPhone. "What are you doing?"

"Playing a game." Lilly said. "When they said these were angry birds I didn't believe them, but they really are pissed."

Miley crossed over to Lilly and grabbed the phone out of her hands.

"What are you doing!" she asked, grasping for the phone.

"Trying to get you to pay attention!" and with that Miley chucked the phone under her bed, and it made a resounding thud as it hit the wall. Lilly furled her brow at Miley and sat down on the bed with her arms crossed.

"Now they're going to be even angrier."

Miley sighed and looked back at the mirror. She knew jokes were their way of dealing with stress, but she really wasn't in the mood. Their wedding was soon and they hadn't even picked out their dresses! And it felt like all Lilly had done was surf and eat for the last month and a half.

"Do you like this dress?" Miley asked. She turned around to Lilly whose head was now in her hands, looking at Miley with an uninterested expression.

"It's fine." she said. Miley's jaw dropped.

"Just fine?" Miley said. "This dress is incredible! What is wrong with you?"

"O.K. It's incredible."

"You just said it was fine."

Lillian threw her hands up in the air.

"What is the right answer here Miley?" she said, covering her face with her hands. "You look beautiful. You already like it so what do you need my opinion for?"

"Because it's our day! Not my day. Ours!" Miley said, exasperated. Lilly dragged her hands down her face and stood up. Miley continued on, "I just want you to care about this as much as I do."

"Miley..." Lilly said. She walked up to her fiance and put her hands around her waist. Miley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Lilly was just trying to be cute to get out of trouble. "I do care. I just..."

"You just...?"

"I just don't care about things like dresses." Lilly looked at Miley with her deep blue eyes. Miley couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted to swim in Lilly's eyes. They were just too beautiful. But she stayed strong, remaining stalwart. Lilly would not win her over. "I don't care about things like flowers, or invitations, or the catering, or the amount of people that come, or how many tiers are on a cake or even where it is.

"Why not?" Miley asked. "We're getting married!"

"Exactly!" Lilly said, smiling. "And that's all I care about. I care about committing myself to you for the rest of my life, and if that means I help you plan every detail of this day from start to finish with you then I will. But I won't like doing it. Planning sucks!"`

"You're such a loser!" Miley said, smiling.

"But I'm your loser, right?" Lilly said, pulling Miley closer to her.

"Yeah, unfortunately."

And then they kissed. Miley pulled Lilly to her and remembered why she was marrying her. This girl knew her inside and out, and she couldn't imagine her life without her. When she pulled away, she turned back around to the mirror.

"Oh, by the way," Miley said. "I got us an appointment with the tent people tomorrow so we can pick which tent we're gonna pitch on the beach for the ceremony, and we have to come up with a set list for the band and a no play list too and we need to pick what your cake is gonna look like and what the bridesmaids are gonna be wearing and maybe some more things..."

Lilly dropped face first into the bed and covered her head with a pillow.