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It Was A Night (14)
Rachel didn't buy the dress.
Why would she want to waste her time on buying a dress that she was going to get married in to someone she obviously didn't love? And obviously she wasn't buying it with her own money, so what was the use of all this? She instead bought another dress, the one that Tara had returned. It was beautiful no doubt about that but Rachel indicated the dress had some sort of bad luck left in it. And she needed all the bad luck she could get just for this wedding to not go through.
"Oh," Rita exclaimed. "The dress is... Um beautiful." Her face faltered a bit and you could see worry wrinkles appear on top of her forehead. Rachel didn't respond to the comment. She didn't mind Rita, she was a slim older woman who looked young for her age, fair skin, red hair, and kind warm eyes. Rachel actually did find it nice that the she was actually willing to help her on having the best wedding dress experience a girl could have.
Truthfully it did work as much as she was capable of understanding. She just wished she was getting married to a guy she enamored. Not an uninteresting tactless sort of guy she was almost on the edge of despising however someone who was sweet, special, and almost blithe all the time. In belief, she was pretty sure the expectations she wanted met were already met and mended into... Gar. Stop thinking about him, Rachel. She could hear her conscience telling her. He told DC news, remember that?
She shook her head and turned her attention back onto the dress. Telling from the mirror, she could still see Rita sitting on the couch pouring herself another small glass of champagne. Rachel had noticed it was only her second glass and was astonished she wasn't an avid drinker, her bodyguards for example, were. Examining herself in the mirror she looked at Tara's dress—or maybe it wasn't her dress anymore now that she was going to buy it but knowing the previous owner of the dress wasn't any help with calling it her "own" dress.
Thus the dress was white, little clear crystals patterned the bodice, and the dress had short sleeves that draped slightly below the shoulders. It was a gorgeous dress indeed; simple and classy. There wasn't much cleavage that would have to be shown and she smiled at that. Rita noticing the tenacious smile, held up her glass of champagne and smiled back. "I'm guessing this is the one?"
Although in honest truth, she liked the other one better that Rachel had picked out first, the reason being it was vintage and had made her appear much more mysterious, beautiful, and reminded her of an old actress that was prominent in the late 70s what was her name, she just couldn't put her finger on it. The actress's name being something like Rella or Jella But she just loved that one movie she had appeared in: She Who Seeks Silence. Anyhow, turning her attention back onto Rachel she saw another flash of sadness cross the pale girl's face, again.
"Are you alright dear?" Rita sat the glass of champagne she was holding down on the nearby table, and walked over to where Rachel stood. Putting her hand on her shoulder in a motherly fashion. She knew this face expression without hesitation she asked, "Are you marrying someone you don't love?" For a moment Rachel just stared at Rita as if she was incompetent but seeing that the brunette woman's eyes showed warmth and a kind-motherly understanding. Rachel nodded, her face back to being emotionless she whispered something she probably never imagined she would ever whisper, and to someone she barely even knew. "I love Gar."
For some reason she felt as if she needed to say those words to Rita. She was aware that Rita probably didn't even know who Gar was. Startled Rita was perplexed and confused. My son Gar? My little boy Gar? She removed her hand away from the girl's boney shoulder, standing there in shock she was finally able to get herself to speak. But before she was even able to say anything aloud. Rachel spoke first.
"Stupid Garfield Logan, why did he have to make me feel this way?" This time Rachel wasn't saying this pointedly to anyone. She was voicing her thoughts outwardly and covering her mouth instantly with both hands. She saw Rita give her a look of disbelief. "You... Love..." The motherly-figure could feel her eyes beginning to tear up. "You love... Garfield?"
Rachel was terrified. This was at random, hurriedly leaving the room and heading back to the dressing room, she got out of the dress and put back on her normal clothes. She wasn't wearing the dress Gar had gotten her considering it was back at her house buried and hidden somewhere only known to her. She was now wearing a black shirt, purple jeans, and some gray flats. Exiting the dressing room cubicle she was going to check out the dress but soon again was met with a now dry-eyed Rita.
More fear began to set in.
"If that's true Rachel. You do love Garfield?" Rita inquired her eyes stern but welcoming.
For a moment there Rachel didn't find why it mattered to this woman why she was in love with this imbecilic being whom did find a way to wrap himself around her heart. She was still angry over his betrayal but glancing once more at the woman, she could recall a time where she did mention this woman's name, Rita wasn't it? Staring at her name tag to make sure this was the woman, Rachel could find herself explaining the events in somewhat of a chronological order. And in all due respect a reunion was deemed to happen.
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Gar didn't know what had came over him to be able these words about say out loud, but he did. His heart quickened, his neck began to itch badly, and his forehead began to sweat profusely. "Steve?"
The man looked at the junior with a critical prosper. He was explaining to Gar something utterly important and being interrupted was rude to him, to say the least. "Gar," Steve said. "I'm not done talking to you, now if you are wanting to tell me something. That will have to wait. Now as I was say—"
"No Steve, I wanna talk, now!"
Larry who was getting irritated at Cliff's loud smacking who now stopped eating his salad. Both were startled of what became of their young friend. Steve about to speak up again was as well startled in dislike of how "rude" his adoptive son was being. The only words that were able to escape his mouth underneath all the shock was, "Excuse me?"
"Steve," Gar said venom still rising in his voice, and standing up from the table. "My day has pretty much sucked. My minds whack right now, nerves shot. I'm just tired of being forced into things—or more like demanded." Then staring at Larry and Cliff. "Dudes, if you're wondering why I'm not hear often it's becuz of him. And it's not like I'm welcomed here most times either. You guys are at work. I'm just sick of all you guys telling me what to do. This dude right here never wanted me to come in the first place. And well he called me and forced me here. So I don't know what you guys have to say but I don't wanna hear any of it."
Cliff ready to explain, Steve already beat him to it. "Garfield these accusations you're making towards your own family, that has put their time and money to raise yo—"
"No," Gar interrupted, his eyes on Steve this time. "You had put your damn money into raising me, but Rita had always put her time. And guess what, she's not even here."
"Son if you could watch your language and just sit down and listen, maybe your mind would be put in the right place." The businessman glared up at him.
"I'm tired of listening, I'm just gonna leave," and heading towards the front door. "Bye," were his final words.
Larry getting up from the table was even more shocked on what just happened. He wanted to go after the 70s inspired man but what else could he do? Nothing maybe, he thought deliberately. The aviator's mind was always consumed with these pessimistic thoughts and being so, he decided to go back onto eating his salad not even trying to follow his friend.
Cliff on the other hand went after Gar. He was disappointed with himself and what had become of this night. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg his friend to forgive them all, and to go on back to being that happy-go-lucky dude they always knew. However this was different, and if different was sometimes bad it was that kind of different.
Exiting the house he could see The Red Dodge Truck from the entrance of the house. He was just trying to see if Gar was in there but he wasn't, he was still on the lawn talking to... Rita. He was perplexed that she was already home. But he could see she was trying to explain something to Gar. Both of her hands placed on his arms in a motherly fashion.
"No Gar. I know something's amiss. What happened?" Gar shook his head. He just didn't wanna talk about it.
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Rachel was watching everything unfold in matters of seconds from where she sat in the passenger's seat, looking out the driver's side window. At first it had went a lot like this: Rita getting out the car, making her way up towards the entrance of the house but not needed to be done anymore because Gar had stormed out onto the front lawn. Rachel's breath hitched for a moment seeing the man before her that she had grown to love.
Howbeit she could see that familiar expression pronounced on his face but it was always counterfeited by his infamous cheshire smile and his corny no-good jokes. She was beginning to think something bad had occurred in that house. Maybe involving me, her mind conjured. She would dislike for anything bad in there to have happened because of her.
Sighing she continued to look out the driver's side window, watching Rita trying to get into her son's mind. She was showing empathy which in plain fortitude Rachel knew she could never master. But this his mother for crying out loud, she thought comfortably. Mother's are supposed to lift you up when you're feeling down. But Rachel never got that kind of mother's love, not even a father's love and that was one of the things her and Gar could relate to.
The scene beginning to unfold she could see an able-bodied and tall guy appear in front of the entrance of the house. It seemed for a moment he was staring at her but he wasn't. He was staring at Rita and Gar whom seemed to have been looking her way for a moment. Nonetheless she dismissed it according to the fact he couldn't see inside the car. The windows were tinted and it didn't help that it was getting dark.
Now what was occurring between the mother and son outside the car.
"Wait," Gar said, taken back on how Rita knew who Rachel was. His mind began to jolt with conclusions which were hard to come through to. "What do you mean you brought Rachel here? I'm confused."
"Don't be. I know who Rachel is, she was at the new wedding dress parlor I work at now. But she really wants to see you." Rita confounded her eyes centering nervously at the vehicle. "Now you take this here car and you guys go somewhere to talk. I'll deal with Steve." —shaking her head—"But please, no... Hanky panky."
Gar couldn't help but chuckle, and opening the door to the car. He was startled at the lovely woman in the passenger seat, looking his way with a smirk on her face, she said with enchantment, "Hello Gar."
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dj25taz: Thank you so much! Really touches my heart I'm flattered!
Fallen: Correct! There's no one other than are favorite mute guitarist.
JasonVUK: *thinks for a moment* maybe he will crash the wedding in a spectacular fashion. LOL!
Eclipse: Well, think about it like this. Trevor Ryan is a ruthless person, he can just about control his daughter to kingdom come. I mean Rachel could be 40 and he continues to control her life. But thankfully she met Gar. By the way, Rachel mmh... I would say is maybe 24-25. Same goes for Gar, he might be one year younger than her, though.
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