I know, I know, I completely and utterly suck. I don't update nearly enough as I should. I know and I am sorry. BUT! I am DETERMINED to finish this story. I am! ARGHHHHHH! I will do it. Ok, give me a pep talk lol. I need one desperately. I love you my darling faithful readers.
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"Tell me," Carly sneered, "What color do you think that the blushing bride will be wearing?"
"Be nice." Sonny demanded quietly.
"Oh you know me better than that," Carly smiled sweetly, patting him on the leg before flicking off an imaginary piece of dust off of her red dress.
Carly, Sam, and Sonny were sitting in the beautifully decorated chairs at Jason and Elizabeth's long awaited wedding. Sam was looking lovely in a white dress with a black ribbon underneath the bodice and looking around the park where the ceremony was being held, keeping a lookout for her date, Lucky.
"I mean she's like six months pregnant. Wouldn't it be a little bold of her to wear white?" Carly continued turning to Sam.
"Yeah. And 'bold' does not exactly describe Lizbitch. Maybe off white?" Sam guessed relaxing into her seat and looking down at her nails. The paint from her manicure was already wearing off…
"You seem oddly calm." Sonny observed, leaning forward to get a better look at the brunette.
"Yeah especially since that should be you up there." Carly added, a scowl gracing her features. "I can't believe that trapped him into marriage."
"I had a shot of tequila." Sam said nodding absently, "And she didn't 'trap him,"
Carly cut her off with wide eyes, "That bitch face loser knew that Jason would 'do the right thing'" she said using air quotes, "It's what he does. She played on that. What a cunt."
"Language." Sonny said looking straight head now and trying to ignore the rising voices of his ex. He really didn't need the bridal party coming out and start hitting her or Sam with bouquets.
"Launguage watching is for…" she struggled to find the right words.
"Bitch faced losers?" Sam supplied.
"Exactly. It's like you get me."
Sam laughed and looked around again, "Where is Lucky?"
"He'll be here. Calm down." Carly said looking around at all of the guests. "Oh look. Jason."
"I'd rather not." Sam said a small smirk playing at her lips, as she continued to glance around, "Wonder if he got those scratch marks and that hickey taken care of."
"Ohhhhh. Bad girl. I love it."
"Hey!" Lucky said, panting for breath as he took the seat next to Sam. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was at Windermere helping Nik and Em with decorating for the reception."
"You're too nice, do you know that? You're a really good guy Lucky."
"Well, I want her to be happy…most days." And then others…"
"You want to lash out and maybe push her down the stairs just to hear the satisfying crunch of her head against the floor?" Sam guessed.
"Not quite that violent, but something like that, yeah."
"I know the feeling."
"Me too." Carly interrupted. "I often fantasize that sound just for fun."
Before either of them could react, the wedding march began and all of the guests rose to watch the bride walk down the aisle.
The extremely pregnant bride.
The extremely pregnant bride wearing…
"Hmm." Carly smirked, tapping a finger against her chin.
Sam finally took her eyes off of her nails and looked at Elizabeth before bursting into a fit of silent laughter.
Carly and Sam looked at each other, eyes sparkling in amusement, "Bold." They said simultaneously.
"Do you, Elizabeth Webber Spencer, take…."
Sam felt Lucky next to her tense up and she grabbed his hand, tracing her thumb over the top of it.
"Do you, Jason Morgan…"
Carly sneered and looked to the left, to Sonny.
Sonny watched the ceremony through blank eyes.
Sam looked down at her nails once again.
Lucky looked down at the ground.
"If anybody here objects, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
The park went silent as all eyes went to Sam and Lucky. After a few moments, they both looked up.
"What?" they asked together.
"Do you have any objections dear?" the preacher asked.
"Only about those bridesmaid dresses." Sam said breezily, smiling as Carly snorted into her hand and bent down, choking on her laughter.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and the ceremony progressed, coming to an end, and none too soon.
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The reception was a bust. A load of happy people drinking and celebrating the atrocity of that marriage. Sam and Carly had stayed for about half an hour before ducking out and walking down to the Cassadine beach.
"This party is crap." Carly complained, downing a gulp of tequila before passing the bottle to Sam. The two of them were walking down the same patch of beach, shoes in hand, wind in hair, tequila in mouth.
If they had to be here, why not be together and share in their bitterness of this crap marriage? That's what best friends were for.
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Ok, kinda short, but I left it here for a reason. I kinda have a vague idea of where I'm taking this. Yay! I love you guys, and remember, I suck with updates but I am DETERMINED to finish this story. Determined!
Love you!
Heather
