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HOW ARE YOU GUYS DOING!? Jesus it feels like a god damn century since I last spoke to any of you! How are you are you keeping well? I hope you are because I've missed every single one of you more than I can explain. Here is CHAPTER 50! HOLY SHIT! It's not even a good chapter, and for that I apologise but I've had to deal with a lot of personal things, and writing unfortunately took a back seat to that.
However NO MORE! I'm here to say I'm going to try and get this going again, I'm not saying it's going to be weekly because that's just unrealistic but I'm definitely going to try harder to update I swear *Pinky promise*. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for you're overwhelming patience, amazingly kind reviews and just general support over this long hiatus, I don't know what I did to deserve any of you, but DAMN IT I'M SO GRATEFUL :')
Without further ado here is the next chapter, it's not very long but hey all good things come in small packages (I'm going to shut up now sorry!) cursing involved because lads their normal human beings. All Clary, mistakes are mine. Quality Streets are English sweets that are really popular during Christmas time, like literally you can't go into a house over here without there being at least one box of them.
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Clary's POV:
"I look like a fucking Quality Street" I mutter quietly staring at myself in the mirror trying very hard to ignore the soft sounds of laughter coming from outside the dressing room. Fidgeting slightly causing the fabric to rustle I start feeling annoyed at how I look. Who in their right mind thinks "Hey Barbara, my wedding is coming up so I want you to go out and find the puffiest, itchiest, god awful coloured, fucked up sized dress you can find. When you find it I want you to have to spend a full day- which includes walking down an aisle in front of loads of people you know, and pictures in it. Good luck.
Least I'd have people staring at me for a reason beyond my control, I think shaking my head at how stupid I look. Seriously look up bad bridesmaid dresses on Google and there this dress will be, all bright fucking pink with sleeves that have no apparent use and the need to look like a Pomeranian after a bath. Closing my eyes I try and remember whose wedding this is, and though I'm not happy with the set up this is still my mother and if she thinks this is the one than I'll wear it... albeit with silent protest. Opening my eyes I let out a sigh roll my shoulders than turn towards the dressing room door trying to mentally prepare myself for the unrequired opinions, my mother's barely contained tears and Cassandra's critique.
"Let's do it." I mutter grabbing the doorknob before letting go just as quickly an idea forming in my head. Turning slightly I root through my school coat finally fishing my phone out from the pocket, tapping my messenger I open up New Guys' conversation and turn the camera on. Throwing up a peace sign I show the only person I know will find this as dumb as me a picture of the dress. Chuckling at the picture I send it with the caption "I'm the sweetest chocolate in this box" before snapping it shut and putting my phone back into my coat. "Ok let's really do this." I say opening the door and walking towards the small group waiting for me.
It takes them a moment for them to notice me, and in this time I can see a my mother, who has some orange juice in a flute glass with a carefree happiness I haven't been able to give her in a while, which is both heart warming and saddening for the last person who could make her laugh like that was my dad, and not that I don't want my mother to be happy I just wish it had turned out differently. Smiling softly it reminds me of all the late Sunday breakfast's we used to have, where I would wake up at an ungodly hour and demand both my parent's attention no matter how tired they were.
Yet they always handled it so well. My father would always kiss both me and my mother on the forehead before grabbing me and play endless rounds of Lion and Cub- which was just my father pretending not to see me crawl under the blanket up towards him in order to pounce and 'scare him'. He would always let me get to the top before acting scared but engulfing me in a tickle war causing endless laughter from both of us. My mother's happiness came much later, when I was hovering down home made pancakes with whipped cream and my father would always interrupt her washing up to insist they dance to whatever was on the radio. Neither could dance, and when he asked my mother would act coy and say she had to clean but the minute he twirled her around she was bad dancing right along with him, a smile on his face. A smile just like the one she was sharing with Charlotte right now.
Suddenly my throat constricts and tears well up at the corner of my eyes. Why did I think of that right now? I wonder if mum would remember that, how happy we were back then. Back when all we had to worry about was whether we recorded Doctor Who or not. Shaking my head quickly I reprimand myself because course she does but she's trying to move on, not stay in the past with just memories. Trying to ease the stone in my throat I cough wiping away any stray tears as I gain people's attention. And gain their attention I do. Tessa's face morphs into one of pure hysterics covering her mouth to hide her laughs, Charlotte just stares but who I'm really looking at is my mother who looks like she's seeing me for the first time.
"You look..." she stumbles out grasping at what to say. "You look" she says again mouth slightly open eyes wide. "Well I think you look lovely Clarissa dear" Cassandra says cutting my mother off and directing the attention once again to herself "You and Teresa could wear them, and the boys could wear grey suits with a pink tie to match" This is a wedding not the fucking debs you intolerable woman. I'm about to say just that when my mother beats me to the point, in a much softer way "I don't think this is the colour I want to go with Cassandra. I was thinking a more pastel colour, and that everyone could decided their own style which would eliminate you all looking the same"
Boom I think triumphantly grinning at my mother who steals a glance at me and shakes her head. "Anyway that dress doesn't do my baby any justice, and I want her to feel good in her dress. Something I don't think this does" attempting to not physically cringe at her calling me her baby I simply nod along with what my mother says all the while eating up the look of barely kept rage Cassandra has on her face. "Anyway sweetie why don't you change out of that and come find something that you would like to try?" my mother says ignoring Cassandra completely. "You too Tessa dear"
Tessa jumps up with a nod and goes to look around while I stand there suddenly awkward, how much longer do we have to do this? and why must the whole cavalry be here to experience this. Why can't it just be my mother and I, having fun shopping for a new adventure. Which then makes me feel bad about leaving Tessa and Charlotte out because what have they done wrong?. "Clare?" my mum says pulling me from my thoughts with a start, "Are you ok sweetie?" a look of worry etching onto her face. I nod frantically turning away and walking back to the dressing room reprimanding myself. This will be over soon, and you just have to take it in your stride.
Closing the door I try ignore the tiredness that seems inches from taking over completely and struggle out of the dress from hell. Looking at myself in the mirror I wonder what would actually look good on me and is it even worth it to look at any dresses in this miniscule bridesmaid shop we drove an hour to see. Just go look stop being such a Debbie downer and give it a shot. You never know what could be waiting for you to discover, and anyway you're doing this for mum not you. So get a grip and get moving. With that pep talk I shimmy back into my trousers and shirt and am about to walk back into the dress shop when my phone beeps angrily in my coat pocket. Oh yeah I showed it to New Guy.
Yanking my phone out of my pocket I open the messages to see lots of dots then a gif of Sulley fainting followed by You look so good!? I can't help the laugh that bubbles up in my throat, he's trying to be sweet and I can't help but like him a little more for it. You think so? I think this is the winner. Would you still hang out with me if I came into school with this on? laughing at the absurdity of the thought, the only place this thing is going is the bin, but New Guy didn't need to know that just yet. A beep of my phone alerts me to an answer, one that I have to bite my check to stop the laughter filling my chest. Sure I would, do you think they have something in gold? we could be twins and sing sweet like chocolate from that one band. Not being able to hang on any longer and exploit New Guys apparent endless kindness I type out a simple Dude I hate this dress. This dress is the epitome of hell on earth, who the actual hell would want to wear this?
Not even ten seconds later and a simple prayer emoji is delivered along with I was going to have to pretend I loved it throughout the whole wedding, and as you said that thing is hellish. Balking at that sentence I pause. Do I want him to be at the wedding? Well who else are you going to hang out with? Jace? Jon? yeah good luck with that they already think you're crazy. Which then leaves your new in laws... some who are better than others. Shrugging I accept that really there's no one I'd rather have there than him, not that I'd tell him that so instead I text back And who says you're coming to the wedding? maybe I already asked someone :P. I pocket my phone an answer taking longer this time and head outside, wondering if I'll find anything that actually suits me and I like. Smiling softly at my mother who is talking to Charlotte about how the first semester is always the worst, and how the morning sickness is as bad as she remembers I wander off and start looking at dresses that could be good.
While looking at a purple dress that may be possible my phone buzzes and I pick it up without even looking knowing who it's from. Your words hurt me new girl, who else is going to be your charming incredibly sexy and lets not forget talented date?. Unable to keep from laughing I wave my hand at my mother who looks over worried before coughing and typing back I mean there's that guy Tyson on the basketball team, he's cute and I'm sure he's got many talents ;) ;). Shaking my head at how weird we're being I go back to dress searching, quickly rejecting all the pink ones instead going for some teal coloured ones further down the room. Taking one off the rail I examine it and shake my head Who knew that dress shopping would be this difficult I wonder placing it back on the rail and walking on. Taking another off the rail I examine it closer then call out to my mum who comes over when she hears her name; "What's wrong?" she asks looking around quickly. "Nothing" I say holding out the dress towards my mother who steps back a little to see the full thing.
"Do you think we could get this shortened?" I ask wondering if she'll think it's worth it. "I mean I don't mind long, just I'm thinking if I have to walk down the aisle I don't want to fall and take the attention off of you. Also I can't dance on a good day let alone with it being this long" Jocelyn nods like she's taking into account what her daughter is saying and then with a smile she simples says to try it on. Nervously I nod and bring it with me towards the changing room trying to not overthink the whole thing and end up leaving with the pink sweetie dress. Closing the door behind me I take a deep breath then get to work undressing myself and shimmying into the dress wondering if this is actually going to work, as I've never really been a dress kind of girl and I've definitely never worn a sleeveless heart shaped dress, that hides any hint of feet. I think this is it though. This is the kind of dress I wouldn't mind being seen in public with this... it would be even better with New Guy on my arm.
Shaking off that thought with only a light dusting of blush I examine my figure in the mirror surprised how well this teal coloured dress compliments my hair and doesn't make me look completely washed out (something I learnt from Izzy which was always important when choosing a dress). Grinning I twirl in my little room giggling to myself You actually look good Clary. Don't worry, they'll love it too I think grinning opening the door slightly then closing it again, grabbing my phone I open the camera and take a picture of myself loving how this makes me feel. Putting it away I open the door and walk back out with a grin in place.
3hrs later.
Exhausted from all the dress shopping, the homework assigned and just how crazy the whole day has been I collapse onto my bed a tired smile on my face. After dinner Jon pulled me aside and though I'd rather be anywhere else I listened to what he had to say about what happened this morning. Hard to think that that was just this morning. I think back, but for as much as he tries to explain I know that it wasn't his fault and really Jace and Kalie are looking more and more destined for each other, both too busy thinking about themselves to worry about others. Saying that I know it wasn't Jon's fault I give him what I hope was a progressive smile before excusing myself to go to my room.
Face first in my bed pillows I think to all what has happened since we moved here not even two months ago, mostly bad memories but some later goodness came from this move. Shit. Talking about goodness did New Guy ever reply to my text? scrambling up I grab my phone from its charger opening my messenger to see only two texts from him. The first a sad face emoji and Come on New Girl, thought you had better standards than that. Then the next which came forty minutes later; What too busy to talk to me now mew girl :( I thought we were friends, at least let me see the dress!
Sending my own text I simply say I'm sure I could be convinced that there's someone better to bring... Sorry no can do on the dress, suppose you'll just have to come to the wedding now. Throwing my phone across the bed I'm embarrassed at how forward I am Ah he's going to back away from me now... well done Clary Jesus. Burrowing my head in my pillow I groan wondering why I'm such an idiot. Just as I'm getting over it a message pops up and I'm pouncing on it like a new born lion cub. Guess I must.. Night new girl x
Blushing I send him a good night and can't help but feel, for the first time since I moved here, a little excited for the next day of school.
Well that's the end for now, what did you think? love it? Hate it? tell me what you think with a comment (They motivate me to get off my ass and actually write) ALSO have any of you read All for the Game by Nora Sakavic? it's my favourite series and I know nobody whose read them :(
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