NO ONE KILL ME!
I am an awful person, but it's done. I'm very sorry. Dead ferret hugs to all…
When the wedding dress crew were back at Sam and Tom's, everyone had joined into the big wedding planners club. The floor was covered with shiny magazine cuttings, paper, scissors, glue, ED staff and a ferret. The ferret, unfortunately, was being far from helpful.
"Ouch!" Fletch whined, "Control that rabid elongated hamster, would you?"
Tamsin scowled, scooping the ferret up into a cuddle,
"Don't listen to the nasty nurse, baby Zoe!"
"EXCUSE ME?!" Zoe spluttered, looking at Tamsin and the ferret.
"Oh, yeah…" Tamsin bit her lip, "I forgot."
"WHY THE HELL IS THE FERRET CALLED ZOE!" Zoe shouted.
"Because it's bossy?" Robyn suggested.
"And snappy?" Ash grinned.
"And mean?" Fletch whimpered, trying to fight the ferret away.
Zoe glared round at them all.
"No, the ferret needs a new name."
"Sam?" Tom smirked.
"WHY ME?" Sam grumbled.
"Because you're…" Aoife caught her eye and shut up… VERY QUICKLY.
"Do you want to be a bridesmaid or not?"
Aoife hung her head.
"Sorry, Sam."
…
After a good day's planning, the group retired home. They each had taken individual tasks with them: Tamsin, Aoife and Linda were sewing different parts of the wedding dress. Jeff and Dixie were decorating the vehicle they had found for the transport. Zoe and Tess had stopped off at the venue they had had an idea about. The rest ordered various things and sorted the big day. All Sam had to do was kick back, and worry her head off about what was going to happen on her big day.
…
The next morning, Sam was awoken by the ringing of her phone. She rolled over and answered it, sleepily.
"Zoe?" she frowned, reading the name on the screen.
"Hi Sam, it's me. We have a problem with the wedding plans."
"Problem?" Sam asked, her voice half-sleepy, half-threatening.
"We could only find one cheap venue. And it's getting knocked down on Saturday."
Sam sighed, falling onto her pillow. Her face hit the material with a soft thud.
"Ugh." She groaned, "Maybe we should call the whole thing off."
She heard murmurs from the end of the phone. Zoe was talking to someone else.
"You were right, Tess… oh, um, Sam. Sorry about that. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, that's right. You… can't… call the whole thing off. Tess booked the venue for Wednesday… we all have time off to come, but um…"
Sam sat bolt upright, falling off the edge of the bed in the process.
"Oof!" she groaned as she hit the floor. "Zoe. You mean next Wednesday, right?"
"Erm… no."
"So, you're telling me that my wedding is THREE DAYS AWAY?!"
There was a click as the phone changed hands.
"Sam, it's Tamsin. Everything will be fine. Hen party is tonight. Everyone's dressing up as you. Tell Tom his stag party is tonight too."
Sam grumbled, "Tom's not here."
"As if." Tamsin laughed, "You live with him now, remember? You spent no long… celebrating… last night, you slept through the first three times we rang you."
Sam looked next to her. Sure enough, there was Tom, snoring away. She was in his room, in his bed, in his house. They lived together, and she'd totally forgotten.
"You forgot, didn't you. Right, well, no more wine for you, missy. Oh, wait, it's your hen do… so I guess more wine for you. But, anyway, be ready at 8, we'll pick you up."
"But, Tamsin, i…"
The phone clicked. She'd hung up.
…
Sam turned and looked at Tom again. Lazy sod. If he hadn't let her get so drunk she might have woken up in time to stop their crazy 'friends'. She shoved him with all her might… smack onto the floor.
"Ow, Sam!" he mumbled, sitting up and looking at her. "What was that for?"
"We're getting married…"
"I know!" Tom groaned, flopping onto the floor, "Why did you need to wake me up to tell me that?"
"In three days, Tom. Our personal wedding planners booked the church for Wednesday. The hen and stag dos are tonight."
Tom looked at the panic in his fiancé's face, and couldn't help but smirk.
"Oh. You better start getting ready then." He looked at the clock. "It's two in the afternoon."
Sam gasped, scrambling out of bed and running into the en-suite,
"Thomas Kent, that is the last time I let you… I don't even remember what I let you do. But you're not doing it again."
…..
Half an hour later, and Sam and Tom had showered. He was ready to go, but she was still wrapped in a towel, sat on the end of his bed and blowdrying her hair. Tom walked in, smiling when he saw her there.
"I'm so happy you're here," he grinned, looking at her.
Sam raised an eyebrow,
"I know what you're thinking, and it's not happening."
"No?" Tom raised his eyebrow.
He moved towards the bed slowly, sitting behind her. Carefully, he took the hairdryer and put it down on the bed next to her. He moved her hands away from the towel and kissed her gently.
"You sure?" I asked, looking at her.
She looked back at him.
"No, not sure…" she grinned, kissing him back.
He laughed and picked her up, moving her to the top of the bed. But just then, the phone rang again. Sam let it go to voicemail.
"Right, you two, it's Tamsin. If you dare do ANYTHING before the hen do I will unleash an army of ferrets, armed with dead ferrets, into your room. So, Sam, I suggest you get dressed and ready. Tom, get out and go to Fletch's. He's giving you a lift to your mystery location."
The two looked at each other, got up and groaned.
"I know you just groaned. Don't. You'll have plenty of time for all that stuff when your married. Now, Tom, OUT. Me and the girls are coming round to get Sam ready so get LOST."