I haven't written in forever, I know. I didn't die, and I'm sure most of you have thought that I stopped writing for fanfiction. But here I am! I went camping and suppose I found some inspiration from the calmness of the woods. Here goes… Hope you like it.
Weeks passed, yet there was no ghost trouble, Not a single Ectopuss or even a sad attempt by the Box Ghost. Needless to say, we were all suspicious and on edge, especially me. I had no doubt that Dan was trying to wait out our hyper alertness, that he was plotting something. I know I would do it.
Sam and I had decided to go on with our wedding, and her parents insisted on paying for the whole thing. My parents said they didn't care so long as they were invited.
Mrs. Manson especially warmed up to me, being nicer than I had ever seen her with anyone. Less and less pink items were purchased and oddly enough, Pam (as I had repeatedly been instructed to call her) began talking about grandbabies. I, for one, liked the idea, but Sam said (more than once) that if I wanted a baby I could get a puppy. Whenever she mentioned it, I said, "But the puppy would need a friend!" then "Go get a kitten." And "What if I don't like cats?" "Get another puppy." It wasn't that Sam was averse to the idea of a child, she just wanted to wait- I didn't. Neither did our parents, Sam's with only one child and mine with a single daughter (she's attending Harvard and has only had casual dates). I decided not to push the matter.
On the day of our wedding, April 3rd, the sky was unusually clear and it was the perfect temperature out. The air smelled of honeysuckle and the grass was especially soft. I couldn't have asked for a better day for our wedding. Good thing too, cause it was outdoors.
Sam hadn't told me much about the wedding plans, but I had been sent to horseback riding and dance lessons. To try to get out of both, I claimed I was top notch in both areas. Sam's reply? "Then the lessons should be easy for you." There is no winning with her, I'm telling you.
Before I knew it, I was standing by the pastor, anxiously awaiting the start of the wedding march. I'm surprised I hadn't yet wet myself. In fact, as a precaution, I hadn't had anything to drink since yesterday morning. I was nervously wringing my sweaty hands, when I froze at the notes of the organ. Here she comes, crossed my mind but otherwise, I couldn't seem to function, let alone form a coherent thought.
Well I hope you liked that. I know I did, and I tried to add some humor, however the words just kind of… flowed. I might have written more but I wanted to leave you hanging. Please review!
