A little life lesson: Don't ever, ever, EVER drink orange soda before math. God, that was a nightmare.
Tell me, why does everyone have a someone?
To sing to? Sweet things to?
Why don't I?
I know you I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you and I know what you do
'Cause I walked with you once upon a dream
-"Once Upon a Dream" Sleeping Beauty
It had been a week. Felicity had been working intently with Elizabeth on her wedding dress, and any remaining time she had spent with Ben. Today, however was a wedding morning.
"Felicity, I just can't believe you're getting married! And to Ben, thank goodness! For a while, I thought you were going to have to marry that awful Cary!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Oh Beth, I know! I can't believe that he just, backed off like that!" Felicity stressed. "He seemed so, confident, so sure that we would be married! And if my father had control of it, we surely would be! I can't believe Cary was able to convince Father to let me marry Ben! After everything, Father hates Ben!"
"Huh-LO! I'M HOME!" screamed a familiar voice.
"Speaking of hate, looks like Annabelle is home." Elizabeth mumbled.
Felicity froze for a second, then a huge smirk broke out on her face. "Oh Elizabeth, remember when we used to tease ol' Bananabelle? How would you feel about doing that again?"
"Urg! Look what the cat dragged in! Here's me thinking the cat has good taste!" Annabelle chortled, stomping into the room where Elizabeth and Felicity were working.
"Oh Annabelle! How are you? Tell me, how long have you been married?" Felicity retorted.
"I-I am not married, yet. But neither are you!" Annabelle replied.
"Oh but that is changing in merely a week! I've been over here for a week, Elizabeth is helping me sew my wedding dress! See?" Felicity retorted, holding up the emerald fabric that was slowly becoming a dress.
"Ha! Who would marry you?" Annabelle snickered.
"Ben, of course! Who else could he possibly want to marry?" Felicity giggled.
"Ben! Why Ben is, Ben is my age; he's too old for you!" Annabelle said, taken back.
"Ben doesn't seem to think so! Apparently he's liked me since, well I don't remember exactly, when did you move here again?"
"You must be kidding! You sneak, you liar, this is all in spite!" Annabelle sneered.
"Is it?" Said Felicity, "Why don't you see so yourself!"
"Why would she need to make that up, Annabelle? After all she's wearing his ring!" Elizabeth snickered.
Felicity beamed and held up her left hand.
"But then again," Felicity said. "I am just a lying sneak doing this all in spite, so why don't you ask Ben yourself?"
Annabelle turned up her nose for the umpteenth time, and stormed out of the door. "I will!"
"Oh, Felicity, Annabelle is going to die!" gasped Elizabeth.
Felicity and Elizabeth laughed and stitched, and the dress slowly came together. Felicity never knew she could have this much patience for sewing!
…
Annabelle stalked through the streets, a glare in her eyes. She checked in every store, and stomped through every street. Finally, she saw him coming out of the jeweler's with a little box in his hand, and a smile on his face. A smile that should be caused, by her! Annabelle plodded up to him, with mud drenching her petticoats.
"Hello Ben!" Annabelle said, trying to be sweet, but coming off sarcastic.
"Annabelle" Ben acknowledged her, nodding his head, but trying to run off.
Annabelle grabbed Ben's arm, digging her nails in. "Ben! Surely you can't be going!"
"I'm afraid, I have…plans." Replied Ben, trying to free his arm from the brunette's death grip, but she wouldn't have that.
"Ben…!" She whined, "I need to talk to you! Can't you make time for me?"
"I have to get home, I have something to give to…to Felicity"
Annabelle's eyes narrowed into slits, and her hand came off Ben's arm, and clenched into fists at her sides.
"Oh, la! Who would want to spend time with that wild little child anyway? I suppose it's only something for the kitchen, it can wait! Let's go for a walk!" Annabelle said, dragging Ben with her.
"Annabelle, I would! I haven't seen her in a while, and after all, she is my fiancé! I'll-I'll see you around, I guess." Ben snapped, yanking his arm out of her grasp.
"So you're actually going to marry that brat!" Annabelle yelled. "She's too young, she snotty, and you're not supposed to be with her! What's wrong with me? Think for once, you stupid Patriot! I'm pretty, available, your age, I come from a good family with money, I can sew, I can clean, I'm pretty, I can cook, I can bake, I'll treat you better than anyone else, you idiot! In fact-"
"ANNABELLE!" Ben yelled, cutting her off. "That's enough! I don't love you! I love FELICITY! That's why I'm marrying her! She's lovely, has a sense of humor, she's clever and smart, and perfect for me! I will marry her, and I'll never ever, ever even look at another girl, despite what snobbish, conceited opinions you have of yourself. And may I mention that the Patriots are right, and we are going to win this war! So go home Annabelle, you're wrong! You're wrong about and for me, wrong about Felicity, and wrong about the Patriots!"
Annabelle fumed, for a minute she and Ben just stood there, staring each other down. Then Annabelle broke eye contact with Ben for just a few seconds, spotting Felicity coming out of her house. She saw Felicity smiling, arms full of her emerald wedding dress. Felicity looked up and to her right, and saw Ben and Annabelle. Annabelle saw Felicity for one moment, then an idea popped into her head. She took a small step forward, as if to go home, but then put her hands on Ben's cheeks and kissed him.
Ben immediately pushed her off him, as much as Annabelle tried to hang on.
"Annabelle!" he shouted. "What was that for?"
Annabelle only smiled sweetly and blew him a kiss. "Until tomorrow, my apprentice!"
BAM
Felicity punched her in the face.
Felicity stood over her, swearing and cursing, as Ben stood there, completely unaware of what to do. Annabelle fainted, falling back onto the ground.
"I'm going home!" Felicity shouted storming off.
Ben snapped out of it, and putting the red velvet box in his pocket, he sprinted after Felicity.
"Felicity I'm so, so sorry that happened! Believe me, I don't like her, and she kissed me! I didn't want her to! I pushed her off! Oh God, Lissie I'm-"
"Ben! I'm not mad at you! I just can't believe that little slut did that! That was clearly just to antagonize me!"
Ben breathed a sigh of relief, and then slipped his hand around Felicity's waist. "Don't do anything Lissie! She's just jealous you're getting married."
"Yeah, not quite"
"Believe me; she made that part very clear"
"No, no, I know that!" Felicity responded. "She's not jealous I'm getting married, she's jealous I'm getting married to you! Ugh! That woman does not take no for an answer!"
"Just forget about her!" Ben insisted. "Come on, in a week we'll be married, and there's nothing Annabelle can do to stop that!
Felicity smiled, and put a hand on Ben's shoulder. "You're right, there's nothing she can do, is there?"
"Oh! By the way, I-I have something for you." Ben said.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box. He opened it up and showed it to Felicity. It contained a little gold locket with a fancy "F" on one side and a "B" on the other.
" 'F' for Felicity and 'B' for Ben?" Felicity asked, smiling
"Or..or..yeah…" Ben said smiling, and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Thanks, Ben! I love it!" Felicity beamed, giving him a hug. "But you didn't have to do this, you know!"
"Consider it an early wedding gift!" smiled Ben. "And, and, and what would you say to a picnic tomorrow night, five days before the wedding? As a celebration, I mean?"
Felicity laughed "Don't you want a bachelor party?"
"No, pretty Lissie, I'd rather spend more time with you."
…
It was set.
Five days.
Things obtained.
Plans locked.
No one will expect it.
No one can defend it.
It will happen.
