Hope you like the story so far. Thank you for all the reviews. Tory's friend will come in a lot more in the next chapter. I will get some action going soon…ish.

I was in the deep fiery pit of hell, two demons laughing their evil laugh. Something was constricting me around the waist, I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath choking out a cry for help-

"Tory, darling, you look beautiful!" Whitney crowed.

Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating, but not by much. Hell was a pathetically girly wedding boutique and the two demons were Whitney and the rat-faced owner. The something constricting my breathing was the most small-waisted wedding dress in the world. It was strapless, very small at the waist, and the skirt looked like cupcake. Poufy, ridiculously girly, and so not me.

"Can't- breathe" I spluttered, tugging at the waistline.

Whitney smacked my hands away, "Don't ruin it!" she shrilled, then relaxed and her eyes began to glint with excitement "You look fabulous" she turned to the boutique owner, "Doesn't she look fabulous!" the women nodded curtly, fake smile plastered onto her face, "This is the one!" Whitney said nodding excitedly.

"No" I gasped, "De-de-finatly…no".

"But why?" Whitney whined.

I jumped off the pedestal thingo, where you are supposed to stand to look at yourself, and practically sprinted (well, waddled fast, it was all I could do in this stupid dress.) to the change room.

As I peeled off the dress and restarted my respiratory system, Whitney continued her whining. "But you looked gorgeous".

I stepped out of the fluffy skirt and tossed it over the change room door "I don't care. I am getting married because I want to live my life with Ben, not because I want to die of strangulation by dress on my wedding day"

I could practically hear Whitney's lips shift into a pout as I pulled on a white silk robe, provided for the brides-to-be. I walked out of the dressing room and without began rifling through the racks.

Too short, too long, too slutty, too girly, too poofy, too-

I paused and looked at the dress it wasn't too girly and I didn't think it would make me look like a cupcake. I pulled it off the rack.

"Tory, I don't know-" I heard Whitney protest, when she saw the dress. I ignored her and bought it to the dressing room.

I slid it on and felt the fabric slip over my skin. The dress felt perfectly fitted to my curves (not that my curves were very impressive). I stepped out of the change room and I heard Whitney's breath catch in her thought, and I swore I even heard the rat faced owner gasp. I turned to the mirror. OMFG.

"Tory, you look-" Whitney seemed a loss for words, her eyes were wet, "incredible"

And I did. The dress was perfect. It was strapless with a heart shaped neckline. It was pure white silk, tightly fitting until the waistline, where it flowed out into lacy skirt that swept the floor. It highlighted my incredibly small curves, and made my waist looked tiny. It was like this dress had been made for me.

Whitney suddenly burst into tears and was hugging me tightly, "Tory, y-y-y-ou loo-k boo-boo-beautiful" she wailed.

I patted her on the back and thanked her awkwardly. The ratty women gave us the evil, obviously concerned about the state of her dress.

Whitney composed herself and brushed herself and me off, before wiping her eyes and sniffing, "Well. This is the one" She nodded at me smiling.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad

… Okay I was wrong. This was terrible.

"But Tory, sweetie, you need bridesmaids!" Whitney protested, as we sat in the car on the way back to Morris.

"No I don't" I said sternly.

"What is a wedding without bridesmaids?" Whitney shrilled

"Mine" I replied, folding my arms.

"No", she said, clearly irritated, "You need some"

"Fine. Hi can be my bridesmaid"

"He most certainly cannot!" Whitney shrilled, clearly horrified at the thought of a boy as a bridesmaid.

I smiled. Tormenting her was fun. "Then I'm not having one" I said stubbornly.

"Two" Whitney corrected "and yes you are. What about one of those nice girls from your school"

I snorted, "Nice" I laughed spitefully, "They are not nice. They are bitchy self-absorbed twits"

"Tory!" Whitney exclaimed, "That is not language for a young lady!"

"I am not a young lady" I growled.

"You are a member of collation! You are a young lady" Whitney girly growled.

I sighed. I was not going to win this, "Fine" I groaned, "My aunt Tempe can do it"

Whitney looked slightly offended. If she wanted to be my bridesmaid then maybe she should help me out a little, "You need two" she said know-it-all-ish.

I groaned "Really"

"What about some of your old girl friends? They were girls, weren't they" she said beginning to sound desperate.

"No-" I stopped myself. I did have an old friend. Lexi. She was very best friend, but when my Mum died, it was too hard to see her.

When I first moved, she called me all the time, but I found really tough. Every one of her calls was a reminder that my Mum was dead. The friendship we had shared would never be the same without my Mum. Before I knew it I found myself dreading, then later avoiding, her calls, and when we did talk I struggled not to burst into tears. Which was what I was doing know.

Thinking of Lexi made me think of my Mum, which made me wonder what she would have thought about all of this. Would she have liked Ben? Would she cry at my wedding? I felt tears stinging my eyes and I wiped them away. I bit my lip, hard, until the pain went away. Would I be able to handle Lexi being my bridesmaid? Would I hold it together? I took a deep breath.

"I have a second bridesmaid" I said.

The phone rang in my ear, and I found myself praying that she wouldn't pick up.

"Hello Lexi Golden" shit. I remained silent. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Hello, is anyone there" I could sense her annoyance.

"H-hi, Lexi", I stammered.

"Who is this?" I heard confusion in her voice.

"Th-this is, uh, T-Tory" pause "Tory Brennan"

I heard laughter on the other end, "I know who you are Tory. How are you?" Lexi asked.

I sighed in relief, "Yeah, good, good. You?"

"Great" she replied, "Oh my gosh, I haven't spoken to you in months. What have you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing much" liar "Listen I need to talk to you about something"

"Shoot" she said.

"Remember how I told you I made best friends with those boys?" I began.

"Yeah"

"Remember how I told you about the one named Ben"

"The cute one" she teased and I heard a smile in her voice.

"Yeah, well…" how was I supposed to say this? The same way you told Kit, idiot "Well, we are, um, we're getting married".

Silence on the other end, then a nervous laugh, "sorry, I thought you just said you were getting married to this kid"

Wow, awkward. "I, uh, I did" I replied.

A long silence. "really" she said after what seemed like eternity.

I bit my lip, "Yes" I whispered.

More silence, "Well, um, congratulations"

"Thankyou" this was really awkward, "And I was just wondering, don't worry if you can't, but, um. This was a last resort so… wait, I don't mean it like that but-"

"Tory, just spit it out" Lexi laughed.

"Do you want to be my bridesmaid?" I said quickly, then winced.

More silence, then "Of course!" she laughed and I breathed with a sigh of relief.

"Really?"

"Yes! I would love to. Oh my gosh…" she launched into a rant about travel plans.

I smiled and we began a discussion about the wedding. It was fun and I laughed a lot. Just like old times, when we were 12 and planning our future weddings, then I went back to thought I had in the wedding boutique. Maybe this won't be so bad. This time, I believed it.

Was it okay or over the top?. I really need to know who you guys want Lexi to be with before I start the next chapter. Hi, Shelton or Jason. Plot idea's anyone? Review and let me know.