Kimberly sighed as she watched Trini arguing with the florist. They had been here for an hour after bring informed that they little shop forgot to order all the roses they needed for the wedding. Trini had gone into Yellow Mode, and the owner of the shop was beginning to fear for his life. He knew that brides got a little crazy before their wedding, but fear was instilled in him by this Asian women in jeans and a yellow tank top. Her short friend clad in khaki shorts and a pink fitted top was just standing there, leaning against the wall. Trini's voice had begun to raise dangerously, but she hadn't to yell at the tall man. Yet.Three, two, one... "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND ENOUGH ROSES!" And there it is. Kim finally stopped leaning against the wall and put her hand on Trini's arm, not feeling like bailing her best friend out of jail for maiming a florist. Last night had been fun enough, sobbing in Aisha's hotel room after Rocky had been unceremoniously banished.
"Trini, honey, calm down." Kim tried, knowing damn well it wouldn't do much good.
"No, I will NOT calm down! This is my wedding! My WEDDING!" Trini shouted at the florist before turning back to Kim. "It's a small ceremony, and I'm not asking for a fucking botanical garden! I just want 15 dozen red and yellow roses. I think I deserve that, I've been waiting for this day for 10 years. 10 YEARS!" she screamed at the florist again, who began to whimper.
Kim had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the man, who was easily a foot taller than the 5' 5" Trini, cower. "I know that sweetie, but they already have 12 dozen. The rest will probably get here in time."
"They damn well better," Trini growled. The florist began to back towards the door, to the safety of his office.
"Even if they don't, I'm sure we'll be able to improvise. We'll fill in the rest with carnations, and daisies... lilies? You like lilies," Kim suggested in a soothing tone.
"Carnations are for prom corsages," Trini deadpanned.
"So scratch the carnations. Trin, this place has hundreds of other flowers. I'm sure they'll still be able to make your wedding look gorgeous. Right?" she asked the florist, flashing him an encouraging smile.
"R-right. Yes, of course. Our gladiolas are lovely this year," the florist replied. Kim winced, knowing what was coming. She was big into gardening as a child and teen and had taught Trini a few things about botany.
"Gladiolas are for funerals!" Trini turned back to him so swiftly she broke Kim's grip on her arm. The man whimpered again and images of her jumping the counter and throttling him flashed through his mind. The same image flashed through Kim's and she grabbed Trini's arm with more force and dragged her away from the counter. "Ok, come on. We've had enough excitement for one morning. We'll send Jason back this afternoon and he'll work out the details. Come on," she soothed, attempting to lead Trini toward the door.
"Jason's useless when it comes to flowers," Trini moaned.
"Then I'll come back. I'm not useless. And I promise, if anyone tries to sabotage what I know you want the flowers to look like, I'll kick their ass into next month," she reassured Trini as she finally managed to lead her outside.
The florist gulped. The bride may be scary as hell, but the sweet little maid-of-honor seemed very confident that she could do what she just promised. He resolved to make a point of hiding in his office and sending his employees to the counter for the rest of the day. He liked living.
Outside, Kim held out her hand, a silent demand for the car keys. "Yeah right," Trini snorted.
"You know as well as I do that you're in the wrong state of mind to be behind a wheel of a moving vehicle. Especially one that I know for a fact you modified to reach speeds not meant to be reached in an Acura. Give me the keys before I'm forced to tackle you... and you know I'll do it."
Trini sighed as she handed over the car keys, not wanting to bother with the verbal sparring session that would indubitably take place if she didn't. "Good girl," Kim praised, earning a glare from Trini. "Oh, stop being such a damned Yellow. Breathe... wait a minute! You're not being a Yellow, I am! I'm calming you down. You're being a Pink, I'm being a Yellow, HA!" Kim began to dance around the parking lot, a look of triumph coming onto her face as Trini started laughing.
"I hate you," Trini said between bouts of laughter.
"No, you love me. And things like this are the reason why. You let me use your apartment for sex, and I dance around parking lots like an idiot to make you laugh. It's how we are."
"You know I wouldn't change that for a second, don't you?" Trini asked, getting into the car.
"Of course. That would be crazy," Kim replied as she got into the car as well and started the engine. "Now I can finally see what this baby can do!"
"Kimmm" Trini warned.
"I'll be careful," Kim promised.
"You said the same thing about Jason's Dinozord before you crashed it into that empty warehouse. The only building for 20 miles, and you managed to crash into it."
"I was 16, I've learned to drive a little better since then. Now buckle up."
Trini groaned and sat back. If nothing else, she was glad she had insurance.
"So then, what exactly is the difference between fettuccine and linguine?" Jason asked the caterer via cell phone. He silently thanked his lucky stars that the caterers were smart enough to call him and not Trini. They obviously learned from their mistakes. Last time they had called Trini to confirm that she wanted two vegetarian options she ranted to them for 2 hours that she wanted three vegetarian options as this was California and half the people she knew wouldn't eat anything with a face.
"Well, sir, linguine is more similar to spaghetti as the noodles aren't as wide as fettuccine."
"Will anyone be able to tell the difference?"
"Not unless you've invited a food critic, sir."
"Good thing eating an entire menu doesn't count, or Rocky would give us away," Tommy joked, getting much joy out of the fact that Jason had turned on the speaker phone function.
"You shut up," Jason hissed covering the mouthpiece. "Go ahead and use the linguine, just cover it with lots of alfredo sauce,' he told the caterer after removing his hand.
"Yes sir. We'll see you Saturday," with that, the line went dead.
"Word of advice, guys: elope," Jason told Tommy, Zach, and Billy. Rocky and Adam were back at the hotel as the jet lag had finally caught up with them.
"I'm with you, man. Vegas all the way baby!" Zach burst out.
"I assure you, Zach, then when you are fortunate enough to be betrothed to the woman of your dreams, you behave as Jason is and do everything in your power to please her and prevents anyone from causing her further distress," Billy cut in.
"Billy, man, you do realize that Trini's not here right? No translator?" Billy's look of dismayed made Zach add, "But I got you, man. I'll be whipped, just like Jase."
"Hey! I am not whipped. I'm just with Trini. Trini, the woman that at least once has thrown all your asses clear across a room. Any sane person would be eager to please her. And I'm not the only one. The Christmas Ranger over here is way worse. Kim says jump and the boy pulls out a trampoline Pick on him for a change."
"Yes, however, Tommy was an adolescent who had barely entered... he was a teenage guy who was hopelessly in love with the prettiest girl in school," Billy finished his sentence less eloquently than usual after seeing the blank looks on the others' faces. They all knew what he was saying, but it was still a running joke that Billy needed a translator, and no one wanted to give up that part of their youth yet.
While Billy had been talking Tommy shot Jason a death glare, which Zach unfortunately noticed. Zach lacked certain certain skills. He wasn't the world's best drinker, he had a habit of waiting until the last possible minute to do laundry, and he couldn't cook to save his life. Unfortunately for Tommy, he was skilled at reading his best friends like a book. "No, Jase means Tommy's like that now. Bro, are you back with Kim?" Zach asked seriously. Billy just stared at Tommy, wide eyed.
"You're a dead man, Scott. Trini's gonna be marrying a corpse," Tommy growled.
"Oh, please, like they wouldn't have figured it out."
"Bro, that's great! I thought you looked better than the last time I saw you! Finally getting some Kim-love again, huh," Zach nudge Tommy.
"Can we please not talk about the fact that my best friend is getting on with my little sister. Hated hearing about it then, hate hearing about it now. Thanks," Jason cringed.
"Tommy, I wish to extend my best wishes towards you and Kimberly. I'm pleased to hear that you were able to not only settle your differences, but embark upon a relationship again."
"Thanks, Billy. But you're a little late. Kim and I aren't together again. At least, not anymore," Tommy mumbled. This was not a subject he wanted to discuss. In fact if the choices were this, or whether or not the Cubs would win the World Series, he'd be raving about the Cubs. And he hated baseball... and preferred the Yankees if he was forced to watch.
"WHAT! Bro, yesterday you two practically sucked each others' faces off in my kitchen. What the hell happened? DID YOU HURT HER!"
"Jase, chill man. You're starting to sound like Trini," Zach said before turning to Tommy. "What happened, bro?"
"I really don't want to talk about it guys."
"But-" Jason started.
"You're getting married in five days, man. That's more important." Tommy cut him off.
"I believe Tommy is correct, Jason. The union about to take place between you and Trini takes precedence. No offense, Tommy," Billy quickly added. Tommy quickly shook his head to let Billy know there was no offense taken. He was glad for the save.
"Billy's right, guys. Jason's got only 5 days left of freedom. And you know what that means don't you?" Zach asked the three, a glint in his eye.
"I'm afraid," Tommy answered. Zach could have many ideas during the course of a day, and most of them involved activities that had serious potential to get them all killed, slapped, screamed at, on the verge of becoming single if not so already, maimed, or arrested. And those applied to his good ideas.
"Don't be, my man. This benefits you, too. All of us really. My friends, it's bachelor party time!"
A/N: Yes, I'm aware you probably all want to hurt me, but I'm liking this suspense thing. Not to worry, all will be revealed in due time. Ok, I'm done sounding like a soap opera. Seriously though, next chapter will still deal with the wedding, but it'll also deal with the aftermath of Kim storming out. I'd really like to thank my most dedicated reviewers for all the support and feedback, you guys rock:)Emma