Finally here's another update! This is what you get when I watch too much "Say Yes to the Dress" then watch "Nick and Vanessa's Dream Wedding." I love weddings... So here we go :0)

Girly

There is nothing more girly and stupid than girly-stupid-wedding-dress-shopping.

They're a waste of time and money, both which could be spent on more important things like food... or bail. But what was I doing on this Saturday morning and freaking 8 o'clock? I was at a dress store with Carly and Melanie.

"Sam," Carly prodded from outside the door as I slipped into a dress my consultant picked out for me. "Don't you want to look nice for Freddie?"

I scoffed. "If by now I need to look nice to impress him, why would I be marrying the kid?"

"Suck it in a little please," my consultant advised. I'm guessing the platter or cheese fries I had just before we came here wasn't a good idea. Once the clamps were put on me, I looked at myself from all angles.

I looked like a poodle.

The dress was too puffy, there was too much frilly embroidery. Ick.

"That looks stunning on you..." my consultant beamed.

I stuck my tongue out in disgust.

"Come on, Sam!" I heard Melanie shout from the other side of the dressing room door. "We want to see you!"

I rolled my eyes at the cheery tone in her voice. Twins, shmins... It pissed me off more often than not. "Alright, alright..." I groaned, lifted up the heavy skirt to walked out. As the door opened, Carly and Melanie's eyes went wide and I could swear there were tears in Carly's.

"Wow..." Melanie breathed. "Sam you look amazing..."

"Freddie's gonna flip out..." Carly added.

I cringed "I look like a frumpy version of a barbie in a wedding dress..."

That got them out of the trance.

"Sam, are you freaking kidding me?" Melanie steamed.

"Dude, you look great!"

I shook my head. "It's just not me, you guys... When have I ever been girly and poofy? Let's try on another one."

So the day went on. And each dress turned out just like the first one. Everything they put me was not me at all. Either too poofy, or too fancy, or too frilly... And after 2 hours I was beginning to think that I should just get married in jeans. That was until I saw this one dress. It was what the people here called a "mermaid dress." When I first heard of it, I thought, 'why the heck would I want to look like a fish?' But this dress was awesome.

"Can I try that one on?" I asked, pointing to it. I was eager, just looking at it was getting me excited.

"Sure..."

She took it off the rack and led me to the fitting room and as I passed Carls and Mel, I smiled, a for real smile. "I think this is it guys..."

And when I put it on, I loved it more. It was wierd, different, and still pretty. The fitted part as a cool looking, strapless, black lace bodice that flared out to a silky white skirt and around my waist, was a sash that could be any color I wanted. And of course I went with purple, me and Freddie's color. I smiled at my reflection. That was it.


During the reception as Freddie and I had our first dance as a couple in the boring, married world, he whispered. "Okay, I didn't get the chance to say this all day but... I have to say, Sam... That dress...?"

"What about it?"

"It's definitely you."

"Of course it's me. What else would I choose?"

"I thought you might let Carly and Melanie pick out something... you know..."

"Girly?" I answered for him. He nodded.

"Yeah I thought I would too... Just to shut them up..."

He laughed. "I'm glad you chose this one... Because you, being you, is all I've ever wanted."

I rested my head against his shoulder so he wouldn't see me blushing.

"You're blush-"

"Shut up."

"Sorry..."