Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I swear it keeps slipping my mind, it just doesn't seem like a love day to me. Anyway, I should warn you that this is my first time writing about weddings, since I never had one nor been to one, but I will try my best. I tried watching one of those reality wedding shows but it didn't really help much so I'm just going to wing this. Don't worry it won't be that much of a disaster! I don't think...
Chapter 10: Wedding Day
As it turned out Ash was right, Drew and May did face each other in the final round, and after a hard fierce five minute battle Drew had ended up the victor. The papers and reporters had clamored over the fact that Drew had finally had his revenge on a grudge match that started nearly six years ago, but the grass haired boy didn't care about how many rounds he won against her and honestly felt a bit bad for winning. May on the other hand, was beginning to feel that she really could be able to train better on her own—so that the rumors of her needing Drew would finally stop—but had trouble figuring out what this meant for them as a couple. It was true that they needed a long discussion, but it would have to wait, for today was the day May had been looking forward to for months. She didn't say it to Drew, but she couldn't help but be excited to see her first wedding, and a wedding of her two best friends made her even more excited.
May yawned as she crept to Misty's room. Her and her friends were all staying in a hotel in Pallet, celebrating for Misty's bachelorette party, but they seemed to have had a little too much fun. As she stumbled inside, she nearly laughed out loud at the sight. Dawn was curled up in a ball a few feet away from the door, only being covered by her bra and underwear. Daisy, Lily, and Violet were crashing on the large brown sectional in the middle of the floor, covered with May could only imagine to be all the blankets and sheets in the room. May could only make them out by their hair and respective feet dangling from underneath the mass of fabric. She looked around to see paper and food all around on the floor and tables, and a bunch of other women May remembered were Misty's cousins in different corners of the room. She finally reached Misty's room and stepped inside. She was a bit surprised Ash wasn't in the bed with her, as she remembered how Misty had gotten drunk and wanted Ash the entire night.
She giggled, noticing that someone took the opportunity to draw a mustache and glasses on her face while she slept. It was true, her sisters had all of the sheets, but at least Misty had a pillow and was somewhat decent in her blue lingerie Lily had bought her the night before. May shook her gently and whispered, "Misty…Misty wake up dear."
Misty only moaned and turned over. May realized this might be a bit hard, and almost wished she had Pikachu with her. Nevertheless, she bent back down and tried again.
"Misty wake up!" She shook the bed a little, but just as before no response. May sighed and put her hands on her hips. It was almost 7am and she needed a strategy to get everyone up so they could get ready by 11am, which was the time the wedding would start. She also needed to get ready herself, knowing that her yellow shorts and white tank top wouldn't be enough for a fancy wedding. Eyes filling with determination, she thought of an idea.
"Misty! Misty wake up! Ash is here!" she yelled as loud as she could.
At this moment Misty shot up like a mouse trap being sprung. She looked around frantically. "What? Where? Where is he? Huh?" She looked to see May's smiling face above her.
"Good morning!" she said happily.
"Ugh, darn May I thought it was actually Ash…" she brought her arm up and ran her fingers through her messy bed hair. "What time is it? Gosh my head hurts, like I just got hit by a freight train."
"Well," she looked at her left wrist, "According to my nonextistant watch it's time for you to wake up. I know it has to be at least 7:15 by now." She smiled as she heard her friend's groan. "Now c'mon, I hate mornings just as much as you do, but you do want to get married don't you?"
Misty grinned. "Alright I'll get up. Just help me with the other girls, I think they'll need more convincing."
Around the same time, another group of friends were in the same hotel, and a young man was on his way to wake a friend up for the exact same wedding. His short black hair danced along his face although it seemed a little naked without his headband, but he figured he would comb it down well enough to cover any trace of marks from the constraint. He knocked on his best friend's door, but after a moment of silence he opened it. He could only assume Ash was sleeping peacefully under the assortment of sheets and comforters, for his face was covered as well so it couldn't really be known.
Tracy sighed and walked over to his bed, and prepared to wake Ash up under any means necessary. After all, he couldn't lose his bet with Brock that after all the drinks Ash had he would never be able to wake up on time. But in order to make sure he didn't lose his twenty bucks he had to wake him up quickly, so he wouldn't get caught.
He placed his hands on the bed and shook it as hard as he could. "Ash, Ash wake up," he whispered.
Ash moaned but rose quickly and motioned for Tracy to stop shaking the bed. "Ugh, Tracy I have such a headache. I'm never drinking again."
"Hmph, that's what Brock said too after the third shot of vodka, but he kept on drinking. Now get up you two," he said as he saw Pikachu crept out from under the covers. Ash slowly got up and looked around him.
"Usually Brock wakes me. Let me guess, you two have a bet going don't you?" Ash chuckled at Tracy's shocked look, "Well after all this time it's easy to guess. You guys betted on Misty and I getting together, and when we would get married, heck I could even bet that you two have a bet on when we're going to have a baby don't you?"
Tracy's eyes widened but then they casted down in embarrassment and a little shame. "I got five years after today, Brock has two."
Ash laughed and shook his head. He scratched Pikachu in his favorite spot behind the ears, and giggled as his little paw flinched in satisfaction. "Well lucky for you, Misty doesn't want children right away, but hope that Misty doesn't find out about your bet. She might want a kid just to spite you."
Tracy laughed as Ash got up and stretched a little. Pikachu did the same, and the young pokemon watcher smiled at how alike Pikachu and Ash were. "Well come on, we better get ready if we want to get to the church by 10:30."
The church seemed a lot larger than Misty remembered. All the walls and statues were decorated with yellow and white flowers, connected by thin white fabric that looked like waves of an ocean. Misty felt the red carpet under her feet, and for a little bit she felt better, at least until her sister Lily came by and yelled in her ear.
"Misty, what are you doing out here in the aisle?! Don't you realize Ash could come here any minute and see you?! You're supposed to be upstairs getting ready!"
Misty narrowed her eyes and turned to face her sister, "I'm not even in my wedding dress yet and I wanted to see how things look! Quit yelling at me I already have a bad enough of a headache!" At this moment, as if sensing his cue, Golduck came out of his pokeball yawning. It was an awkward moment of silence as the duck pokemon looked from one sister to the other until Misty finally yelled: "Get back in your pokeball! If I want my headache to get worse you'd be the first I call on!" She shoved Golduck's ball out in front of her and watched the red light engulf her annoying water type.
Lily scratched her head. "You brought your pokemon to your own wedding? Who does that?"
Misty huffed and clinched a fist. "What kind of pokemon trainer wouldn't bring her pokemon wherever she went?! I'm going to get dressed." She stomped away, searching for more efforts to calm her nerves.
Lily sighed. "Man, talk about bridezilla mode."
"Bridezilla? What is that?" Ash asked his best friend and mirror image Ritchie as they were in Ash's hotel room. Ash was ironing his tux for the third time, after Brock noticed his half-done pants, while Ritchie was reading a magazine.
"It's a woman that gets really antsy before her wedding day. She's usually angry and fussy. Is Misty like that too?" The young man couldn't help but become bored watching his friend learn to iron, and went from watching Pikachu and Sparky play on the carpet floor, to watching a random tv program, and finally reading a random wedding magazine.
Ash sat his iron on its base and thought for a second. He placed his hands on his hips. "Huh. You know Misty hasn't been like that at all. In fact, she's been really calm. Actually she didn't even talk about the wedding much until like two months ago."
"Really? Why is that?" Ritchie wondered aloud.
Ash scratched his chin, instantly reminding himself that he had to shave when he got the chance. "Don't know. She didn't really talk about it so neither did I. I guess she didn't want to jinx it or something."
The young trainer smiled at his engaged friend. "You know what I think? I bet women don't even think of marriage that much until they find someone worth marrying. You must have been the first person to make her think of the future in that way, so that's why she didn't think about it until she finally realized it was actually happening."
Ash shrugged and got back to ironing out a stubborn wrinkle. "You should have been a psychiatrist. You must have missed your calling somehow." They both shared a laugh as Barry ran in the room, nearly tripping over Pikachu's tail in the process.
"What the—? Ash what are you doing in your boxers? Why aren't you dressed already?"
Ash looked at Barry confusedly, "Barry you do know we have about two hours left right? You're completely dressed and everything too…what are you going to do now?"
"Two hours?" the yellow hair boy repeated. "Aw man! I should fine you for this Ash! Now I got to be stuck in this sweaty suit forever!"
Ash shrugged again, slowly getting frustrated over his severely wrinkled pants, "No one told you to get dressed right away, Barry. Sorry about that."
The young trainer from Twinleaf sighed sadly. "Oh well. I guess a little of waiting wont hurt."
Ash raised his eyebrows, "Wow you actually want to wait for something? You're not sick are you?"
Ritchie chuckled and Barry rolled his eyes, "Well I guess I have to, since no one else is ready." He sat down next to Ritchie and looked from him to Ash. "Hey Ash is this your brother or something?"
Ritchie laughed. "No relation. I'm Ritchie, Ash's best rival from Kanto!" He held his hand out, which was shaken by Barry in an overenthusiastic way.
"Nice to meet you I'm Barry, Ash's best rival from Sinnoh!" He placed his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. "Say what time does this start again? I'm beginning to get bored."
Ritchie was about to answer when he heard Ash yell from behind him. "Done!" Ash shouted, holding up his pants for the world to see.
"It's about time…he was never good at the simple things…" Ritchie murmured to Barry, who began to laugh loudly.
"I heard that!" Ash replied back. He then showed off his pants to Pikachu and Sparky. "What do you think boys? Did I do a good job or what?"
"Pipika pika Pikachu pikapi?" Pikachu asked, pointing at the fabric in Ash's hands.
"What do you mean it looks really flat?" Ash repeated. He turned around to look at them, but was startled by Brock's laughing in the doorway.
"Ash what do you do? How much starch did you spray on those pants? It's flatter than a pancake!" The doctor breeder in training walked up to Ash and took them from him. "How on earth are you going to get in these?"
"I didn't spray any starch on them…at least not a whole lot anyway…" he murmured, "There were just wrinkles that wouldn't come out so I had to rub it a little…"
Brock tried to shake the pants loose from its forced state but no avail. "Ash, these pants are so stiff it's like someone had glued the linings and put wood in the legs so they would never move freely again!"
Ritchie laughed again, "Only Ash can iron pants so much that they look like they could stand up on their own."
Barry sighed and shook his head, "Shame, if only I had gotten here earlier, I would have had them ironed out in two minutes flat!"
"Of course you would," Ash mumbled under his breath. Pikachu heard this remark and began to laugh. Ash smiled, "Well I guess I have no pants now. Good thing I didn't rent them like I wanted to."
Brock laughed to himself, still holding up the board stiff pants, "Don't worry, I'm sure I can fix this…somehow…just stay put, or better yet, see if Tracy has an extra pair I guess. I'll be back soon."
Ritchie and Barry laughed at Ash's misfortune, causing the young master to roll his eyes with a yawn. "Whatever. It would have been better if Brock just did them at first like I asked him to."
Barry stood up now, shaking his legs to prevent them from falling asleep. "I don't think I ever sat for this long, and now I'm so bored! Ash let's have a battle!" He replied pointing at his rival.
"Barry all I have on is boxers and you have a suit on. You want to battle now?" Ash answered back.
Ritchie stood up as well now. "Well I do have to admit how bored I am as well, but I think a battle would just make you guys dirty, besides the wedding is in only a couple of hours can't you wait until then?"
"No way!" Barry replied. "After the wedding is the reception and then Ash is going off on his honeymoon! I can't wait it has to be now!"
"But—" Ritchie tried to answer back but Ash cut him off.
"It's ok, Ritchie, I know Barry and he is persistent. I guess I'll battle him real quick," Ash said, getting into a shrugging mood once again.
"Ha, you act like you're going to win automatically! Just you wait, Ash, I've gotten really good, you'll see!"
Ritchie sighed as he followed both men out of the room. Oh well, I guess things never change.
Misty sighed as she squirmed in her seat. "I guess some things never change."
"What do you mean, Misty?" Dawn asked. Her and May were assigned to be in charge of Misty's nails and hair, despite the fact that Lily and Violet had originally wanted to do that task.
Misty sighed again to control her anger. "I originally had asked Lily and Violet to do all this for me, since they always complain about the way my hair looks, but on the day they're supposed to do it they claim they rather do their own hair than mine. Just when I think that those two are finally growing up, they show me how immature they really are."
"Don't worry about it Misty, we don't mind making you look beautiful, right May?" Dawn smiled happily.
May was sitting near Misty's knees starting to file Misty's nails. "Of course not! After all we are your best friends, why wouldn't we?"
"Thanks you guys, at least it's nice to know that I can count on someone. By the way, have any of you seen Ash?" Misty asked. Both women shook their heads, making Misty's heart flutter a little.
"Are you getting nervous Misty?" Dawn asked.
Misty thought for a moment. "Not really. I mean being married shouldn't be that hard right? I hate to have to spend every day worrying about how to be a great wife or something. Or try to impress Ash by cooking something new every night, or trying to figure out how to support him when he goes on his journeys."
"Yeah, you do all that stuff already! And you always hit him when he gets out of line, so I'd say you're perfect!" May mentioned, causing the other women to giggle.
"Aw, come on, I'm not that bad am I?" Misty asked.
She heard Dawn giggle behind her. Dawn picked up the curling iron and began twisting Misty's hair into tight curls. "I remember this one time when Ash was talking about you on our journey he showed us this bruise on his leg from when you had kicked him."
"That's nothing," May said. "Before Misty had came to see us for the Togepi festival Ash had showed us this bump on his big toe from where Misty stomped it. Ha, ha, it looked like it was still swollen and everything!"
Misty sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well we have to be honest here, since when has Ash done anything that doesn't deserve a smack on the head? I guess I have been hard on him for those years, but I only wanted him to do well…and grow up a little. Plus I was in a hard emotional phase in my life when I got mad at almost anything. Now that I think about it, how did he even put up with me? I was such a…"
"…a bitch?" Dawn finished.
"I was looking for a word that wasn't an obscenity but I guess I'll take what I can get," Misty answered with a small giggle.
"Hmm, maybe it was love?" May suggested.
Misty answered that with a snort. "Ha, love for Ash? Back then? Ash was as dense as a cucumber!"
"But I like cucumbers," May said with a smile. "Besides Ash could grow up when he wants to, after all he did when he asked you to marry him."
"True, I never thought he would do that in a million years," Misty said.
"Did what did you think he was going to ask then?" Dawn asked.
Misty took a moment to think again. "Honestly I had no idea. I thought he was acting weird, but I was thinking he just wanted me to see the sunset with him."
"Drew and I would watch the sunset all the time," May murmured. "He would always take me in his arms and hold me for the longest time. Sometimes I would even fall asleep because it was just so warm and comfortable."
Misty smiled. "It sounds like Drew really loves you a lot, May."
"You think so?"
"Of course!" Dawn answered. "I had heard Drew talking about you the other day to Kenny, and he sounded really sweet and gentle."
"What did he say?" May asked next. She watched the younger blue haired girl sway her hips a little, as if dancing to nonexistent music.
"Well, since I wasn't really supposed to be listening I don't remember everything, but I know he said something about how you look really good in those long tight jeans you wore one time."
Everyone laughed and May followed it with a sigh. "Ugh, men!"
"Well you should feel a little happy about that May," Misty said. "He thinks you're good looking so he pays attention to you."
"I guess, but Drew is a bit secretive when disclosing his feelings for me sometimes," May said. "Sometimes I wish he was a bit more open with me."
"Don't worry, Ash is like that too, but I think it's the little ways they show they love you that makes it all worthwhile," Misty said. "Besides if they don't show us love when we want them to, we can always slap them across the head a few times…"
May and Dawn laughed at Misty's joke, not knowing that Misty was being partly serious.
After about twenty minutes of hard work, and getting dressed himself, Brock was finally done with Ash's pants. They were back to being old and fluffy as usual, with only a couple of wrinkles, but Brock shrugged it off and folded them up neatly. He placed them on his arm and proceeded back to Ash's room to alert him of the good news, but was surprised when he entered to find the room empty.
"Ash?" He looked around a bit, only to find a box of half eaten pizza. He was about to call his name again, when he heard voices from the window.
"Pikachu, volt tackle!"
"Pika!"
"Pikachu?" Brock whispered. He walked over to the window and was somehow not surprised to see a battle going on between Ash and Barry. Pikachu and Barry's Empoleon were going head to head, but the little mouse was pushing back Empoleon with all its force.
"C'mon Empoleon don't let that Pikachu beat us!" Barry yelled. Empoleon dug its webbed feet into the ground and began to push back.
"Alright Pikachu, finish it off with a—"
"Ash!" Brock yelled, causing the fight to pause completely. Ash jumped, being scared out of his inner focus, and looked up to see Brock looking down on him.
"Brock! Hey what's up?" Ash said.
"What's up? You're out here battling in the middle of January with nothing on but boxers! What are you thinking?" Brock replied.
Ash blushed slightly. "Well, I was afraid I would get my shirt dirty, so I just came out here like this. It's really not that bad out here once you move around a bit."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're little audience over there is saying the same thing," Brock said, pointing to a group of women giggling a few feet away.
Ritchie laughed, "Yeah, they've been giggling ever since this match started." He stood in between Ash and Barry, serving as the referee at Barry's persistence.
"Well anyway," Brock continued, "Your pants are here. Come on and get dressed already, you don't have much time left."
"Oh right!" Ash exclaimed. "C'mon Pikachu." Pikachu replied obediently and followed his trainer inside, much to the dissatisfaction of his opponent.
"Hey! What about our battle?!" Barry complained.
Ash looked back while going inside. "Oh yeah, let's just call that a draw, ok?"
"A draw?! Why you—I ought to fine you for that Ash!" Barry sighed and returned Empoleon to its ball.
"Hey, I'll tell you what, Barry, how about you and I have a battle later on," Ritchie suggested, feeling a bit bad for the rambunctious trainer.
"Really? Alright! Ash's twin brother would be easy as cake!" Barry cheered and then ran inside like a rocket.
Ritchie followed yelling, "Hey who said it would be easy? And Ash is not my twin brother!"
Seven long minutes later, Ash got on his pants, although he was not all too happy about the results. Ash huffed as he placed his hands on his hips. "Aw man, look at this! I can't wear these pants!"
He heard Ritchie and Barry snickering in the background. "Looks like you're going to be in a rock concert," Ritchie commented.
"At least Misty would like it when she sees you as she's coming down the aisle." Barry laughed.
"Yeah I guess she would, but my mom wouldn't. I can just hear her voice now: Ash Ketchum you take off those pants right now, mister!" Ash imitated his mom's voice almost perfectly, creating a nasal like voice by using his two fingers to pinch his nose. Brock laughed, much to Ash's displeasure. "Brock this is your fault! My pants are so tight my legs can't breathe!"
"Hey don't blame this on me," Brock replied. "I'm not the one who screwed up the ironing."
Ash sighed. "Well I guess I have no choice…I'm calling mom!" At seeing his friends confused looks he elaborated, "What you think this is the first suit I ever wore? I'm sure my mom could find some extra suit pants for me somewhere. I just hope she hasn't gone to the church yet." Ash sighed again and walked over to the videophone by the window.
"I hope not, otherwise you really would have no choice but to go with what you have," Brock said. At this moment, Tracy walked in, placing a small flower in his vest pocket.
"Hey guys…woah Ash, you look like you're going to a rock concert or something."
"That's what I said!" Ritchie said with a smile.
"We're working on it…" Brock assured the young pokemon watcher.
"Hey mom!" Everyone turned toward the sound of Ash's voice.
Delia appeared on the screen, her hair held high in a tight bun, half of her makeup on her face, and her white dress shimmering in the sunlight of the living room window. "Hi honey! Oh, don't you look so cute in your suit! You're so adorable!"
Ash slightly rolled his eyes as he heard the men snicker behind him, "Mom, I got a bit of a problem. See I sort of messed up my pants this morning and I was wondering—"
"Oh Ash, even after all these years you still can't iron correctly?" Delia interrupted.
"Wow you got it perfectly," Brock stated. "How did you know?"
"I taught Ash how to iron about five years ago," Delia answered. "I don't know if he wasn't paying attention or maybe he just didn't understand but he always burns his pants, the poor thing."
"Mom!" Ash yelled, blushing from his mother's babying.
"Well anyway," Ms. Ketchum continued, "Let me guess you want another set of pants right? Well don't worry, honey, I'll be on my way in three shakes of a Slowpoke's tail. See you all soon boys!"
"See you soon Ms. Ketchum!" everyone yelled, causing Ash to blush yet again. After that the call was ended, and waiting was all that could be done.
"Well, while we are waiting I might as well tie my tie on me," Brock said.
"Yeah me too," Ash forgot about his tie in all the pants drama, and grabbed them from the doorknob they were hanging on.
"You do know how to tie it, don't you?" Brock asked.
Ash scoffed. "Of course I do! Just watch!" He turned around from his friends, and they could only look on curiously as they saw the red flash wrap around his neck. Pikachu stood in front of Ash, looking at his master expectantly. Ash smiled and turned back around. "Ta-da! See you guys it's so super easy I didn't even need to look!"
Barry and Ritchie laughed again at the sight, while Tracy smiled and slightly shook his head. Brock sighed, "Ash it's a tie, not a bandana." Ash had successfully tied the cloth around his neck, somehow missing his shirt collar completely, and tied it in a perfect knot.
"Ash this isn't the boy scouts you know, you don't have to try so hard," Tracy mentioned. He walked over to him and gently untied the knot. "It's all about relaxation, don't think so much, and at least get it around your shirt collar."
Brock laughed. "Well at least the 'don't think so much' part will be easy enough for him." Everyone laughed at this, causing Ash to roll his eyes again.
"I think you all hang around Misty too much," he commented.
"Aw come on guys, it is his wedding day, Ash is just nervous that's all." Tracy defended. Ash smiled back at him gently as Tracy finally finished the tie. "See all done! That wasn't so hard at all."
"Thanks Tracy," Ash said. "Thank you all of you guys really. It means a lot that you all are here with me, even Kenny, Drew and Gary who wanted to get the church early, still I'm glad that we're all here. You guys really are good friends."
"Oh enough with the sappy stuff already," Barry said, "Besides weddings are really fun anyway."
All the men nearly jumped when they heard a tap on the window. Ash and the others rushed to the sound to see Delia waving at them from outside.
"It's mom!" Ash said. He opened the doors of the window to see his mother sitting on top of a large silver bird. It squawked as its way of saying hello, its proud red and silver wings sparkling in the sunlight.
"Wow, your mom is so awesome," Ritchie commented. "Where did you get such a strong looking Skarmory, Ms. Ketchum?"
"Oh well that's a long story dear," Delia waved him off. "Professor Oak let me see my beautiful Star again yesterday and we had so much fun. I decided to take her around with me a bit and since I know it would take even less time to get here by flying I decided to fly here! Oh it was so fun! There's nothing like feeling the wind in your hair again, just like old times. But anyway, here you all darling, I hope these pants still fit you—they were the only ones I could find that actually looked long enough for you!"
Ash smiled and went in the room to change while the others couldn't stop complimenting Delia's Skarmory, or Star for short. A few minutes later Ash happily came out, his old suit pants fitting him just fine, and threw his newer ones in the garbage.
"Oh honey you look so cute!" Delia exclaimed as she quickly took a picture before Ash could shield his eyes from the flash.
"Aw, mom a little warning would help," Ash laughed as he rubbed his eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry, but say cheese!" She said quickly, just as she was taking another picture of him.
"Mom!"
"Oh alright, I'll take more at the wedding." Delia giggled. "Well then I'm off, I shall see you all soon!"
"See you soon Ms. Ketchum!" everyone yelled and waved as they watched the retreating figure soar off into the clouds.
Meanwhile a beautiful bride was also staring into the clouds, beginning to become immersed in her daydream, when she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," she replied softly, still staring out the window.
Misty's sisters crept into the room, silently fearing a tongue lashing from their younger sister, but became awestruck by the way she looked in her wedding dress.
"Wow, Misty…" Daisy whispered. At this Misty turned around and smiled, then stood up and placed her hands on her hips defiantly.
"Well? I look good right? Honestly I didn't think I would able to fit into a satin mermaid gown but once I saw the ruffled skirt I knew I had to get it! Plus look at the embroidery—it looks like a heart! Isn't it cute?" Misty squealed.
Daisy laughed. "You look beautiful Misty. Why do you like ruffled dresses so much anyway?"
Misty nearly jumped in excitement. "Because it reminds me of the flow of water! I was so happy when I saw that the skirt part was light blue, I feel like I'm on the water!" She twirled in happiness, her long veil and curly orange hair trailing behind her. "Should I put on the gloves too?"
"Well you're going to need something to help you keep warm, since it is a sleeveless dress." Daisy turned to her younger sisters, "What do you guys think? Doesn't she look beautiful?"
Violet nodded in approval while Lily said, "I'm just still getting over the fact that she's in a dress. I never knew she had such good curves under those suspenders she used to wear…"
"I agree, it feels weird to see her look like a girl," Violet giggled.
"What did you say?!" Misty yelled.
"Oh don't mind them, Misty, they're just not used to seeing you in a dress that's all," Daisy said.
"What about all those stupid mermaid shows you made me do? I was in a dress then!" Misty mentioned.
"Yeah, but you also had a tail! Those don't really count…" Lily answered.
"Well anyway," Violet interrupted Misty from going on a rampage, "I think you look beautiful, Misty. Just like mom did on her wedding day."
"Why do you have to compare her to mom? Why can't you just say that she looks like Misty?" Lily turned to purple-haired woman.
Violet narrowed her eyes. "Because that would be defeating the whole purpose of a comparison, idiot!"
Lily was about to retort back but Daisy interfered, "Enough you two! Anyway, Misty, you look very well, but we have to go for a bit now. We have about an hour and a half left so we'll come back for you when everything is ready."
"Okay, Daisy, thanks," Misty nodded and sat back down, chuckling to herself as she heard Lily and Violet arguing down the hallway.
She sighed and turned back to the window. Slipping her gloves on, she indeed felt a bit warmer as they reached all the way to her elbows. "Why do I have to be stuck in here for a whole hour?" she murmured. Her attention then turned to a flickering light in the sky. Her curiosity getting the best of her, Misty quickly wrote a note to her sisters explaining that she would be back soon and slowly crept out of her room. Little did she know that as soon as she closed the door, wind from the open window rushed in, sweeping the paper to the ground.
About thirty minutes later, Violet and Daisy were in Daisy's room, where Violet was still undecisive over what type of lipstick to wear.
"Do you think Kai would like it if I wore red lipstick or should I try a different color? Maybe pink or white? Should I just go random and pick yellow? What do you think, Daisy? Daisy…?" Violet looked to her sister, who was once again lost in thought, and had been combing her hair for about five minutes.
"Daisy!" Violet yelled.
Daisy jumped in surprise. "Oh I'm sorry Violet, were you saying something?"
Violet sighed and raised her eyebrow. "Are you alright sis?"
"Huh? What do mean I'm fine," Daisy replied.
"Well you don't seem fine, you seem like, completely spaced out," Violet observed. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong? I would like to help you if there is something wrong."
Daisy stared at the carpet beneath her. "Well," she breathed, "It is something that I have been thinking about…"
Just when Daisy was going to continue, Lily came through the doors, her troubled face showing her distress. "Guys we have a problem!"
"Ever hear of knocking Lily?" Violet turned to her, nearly yelling in the process.
Lily shook her head. "There's no time for that! This is really bad!"
Daisy looked to her now. "What's wrong Lily?"
Lily took a deep breath in efforts to calm herself. "I can't find Misty."
I'm sorry if I got a little off on people's characters in this, but I think it turned out fine. I'll try to post the last chapter later tonight if I can!