Le sigh! I'm back! I know it's been a while. I've just been busy. I'm a bee! Busy like a bee! Haha…Anyways! I hope you all like this chapter. I have it all in my head, but the problem is getting it on the computer and posting it.
Don't own a thing.
When Four Years Pass part 7
Hank slammed the door out of anger. Brooke had been acting like such a brat around him, and Val and Tyler were too lovey dovey to notice. He pulled the door handle up; to make sure the door was locked. After ensuring the truck was safely secured, he turned and made his way to the other side of the street; destination: Sam's specialty cakes.
"Tyler, look at this! Wouldn't it be great to have this at our reception?" Val gaped, looking at a big, beautiful cake. In the small form of a castle, the cake perfectly represented the castle the two were to be wed in. The five big blocks of cake were to be rooms. The sugar cubes, evenly separated on the edge of the top on each block of cake, represented the roofs of the castle. Small windows and doors were laced on, and on the outside were two small plastic trees, next to a river of blue frosting.
"Wow. Val, it's beautiful." Tyler said with hopeful eyes, and after about five minutes of staring in amazement reached his hand forward to look at the price. He turned toward his hopeful bride, ready to break the bad news, "But I'm afraid it's a little out of our budget."
"Oh come on Tyler you guys have a 600 dollar budget for the cake. I'm sure you can get th…." Hank stopped quickly, seeing the price tag on the cake.
"Twelve hundred dollars? Who the heck has the time to make a cake worth TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS??" Tyler asked, raising his voice as he finished the sentence.
"Honey calm down. Now, we haven't even walked into the store yet. I'm sure there's more stuff we'll like." Val said with a frown, also disappointed that the cake was so much. She had to keep up a good attitude though. The day wasn't worth ruining over a cake.
"If you guys really like this," Brooke started slowly, " I can lend you the extra money. You can pay me back after you get back on your feet."
"Ah, Brooke, that's so sweet!" Val stated. Her hopeful smile slowly turned into a frown, "But do you have the money?"
"Well," Hank stepped in, "I can pay if Brooke doesn't have enough."
"Who said I didn't have enough, Hank? Just because you're a surgeon you think you have all the authority and money in the world." Brooke asked, obviously very irritated. "I CAN pay. You know it's not like I'm broke!"
"No really, I can…" Hank argued, but got caught off guard again."
"I offered. I'll do it. OK?" Brooke yelled, definitely not acting like herself. She glared at Hank with piercing eyes, setting his heart on fire.
"You guys! You're worse than a married couple!" Tyler raised his voice. "Quit it. If you guys really want to help us, you can split it. Deal?"
"Fine." The angry due said simultaneously.
"Good. In the meantime you two better get your act together. Tyler and I are not going to put up with this attitude from you." Val added.
"Sorry," said Brooke, in an apology directed to Val. She turned around on her heel and swiftly walked toward the car, not happy at all. Hank shook his head as Tyler and Val followed her. Taking a deep breath of air he walked after them and got into the car, taking a mental note. 'Be careful not to tick Brooke off'.
A couple hours and 5 stores later.
"Val, that dress is beautiful." A speechless Brooke complimented, looking at the long, white gown. White silk with small diamonds wrapped around her upper body. Connected to that was a poofy (as she wanted), white skirt, made out of more silk. A long "tail" to the dress followed Val as if it were a new puppy. At the small of her back was an elegant, but not too girly, white, silk rose. On top of her smooth, blonde hair was a small diamond crown. Showering out of that was white netting, draping over her beautiful face and the back of her head. After admiring herself in the mirror, she turned around, looking for Tyler.
You could put your watch on it. Tyler turned the corner as soon as her eyes started to search. Dressed in a very formal tux, made for the wedding of a lifetime, Tyler looked to his bride, smiling the million-dollar smile of his. He floated over to the white angel, lifted the veil, and kissed his beautiful bride on the forehead.
"You are more beautiful than you will ever know." Tyler said, still smiling.
"You aren't too bad yourself," Val offered. They shared a quick kiss on the lips and turned toward the mirror, admiring themselves.
Brooke looked to Hank with tearful eyes. "Is this what you're afraid of? Of commitment? Or are you just afraid of being happy?" She tall blonde got up and ran quickly to the back of the shop, her baby blue gown floating behind her.
Hank watched her go with sad eyes. Turning his eyes back to the engaged, happy couple, he quickly made up his mind. Hank flew out of the chair, going to catch Brooke.
"Brooke, wait." He yelled, running into the flower room.
"What do you want?" Brooke asked, tears streaming down her face.
Hank chose his words carefully in his mind and began to speak. "Would apologizing be a good start?"
Brooke took her time to think. "It might be." She said, the light slowly coming back into her eyes.
Hank took a deep breath and began to speak the words he had wanted to say ever since that graduation day, but was too self-assured to do it.
"I'm sorry."
Brooke smiled the best smile her lips had ever witnessed. She walked slowly into his waiting arms, and let herself get engulfed into his warm touch. She placed her head on his shoulder and let the tears fall. The tears of relief. The tears of wait. The tears of pain. But most of all, the tears of happiness.
Mwahahaha, hate me for leaving ya there? Sorry, I was going to write more, but I have to go and rake the yard (lol, Megs). Please review. I'm gonna do my best to have the next part up next week. Possibly even on the weekend!!!!
Love Always
~Amanda
Don't own a thing.
When Four Years Pass part 7
Hank slammed the door out of anger. Brooke had been acting like such a brat around him, and Val and Tyler were too lovey dovey to notice. He pulled the door handle up; to make sure the door was locked. After ensuring the truck was safely secured, he turned and made his way to the other side of the street; destination: Sam's specialty cakes.
"Tyler, look at this! Wouldn't it be great to have this at our reception?" Val gaped, looking at a big, beautiful cake. In the small form of a castle, the cake perfectly represented the castle the two were to be wed in. The five big blocks of cake were to be rooms. The sugar cubes, evenly separated on the edge of the top on each block of cake, represented the roofs of the castle. Small windows and doors were laced on, and on the outside were two small plastic trees, next to a river of blue frosting.
"Wow. Val, it's beautiful." Tyler said with hopeful eyes, and after about five minutes of staring in amazement reached his hand forward to look at the price. He turned toward his hopeful bride, ready to break the bad news, "But I'm afraid it's a little out of our budget."
"Oh come on Tyler you guys have a 600 dollar budget for the cake. I'm sure you can get th…." Hank stopped quickly, seeing the price tag on the cake.
"Twelve hundred dollars? Who the heck has the time to make a cake worth TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS??" Tyler asked, raising his voice as he finished the sentence.
"Honey calm down. Now, we haven't even walked into the store yet. I'm sure there's more stuff we'll like." Val said with a frown, also disappointed that the cake was so much. She had to keep up a good attitude though. The day wasn't worth ruining over a cake.
"If you guys really like this," Brooke started slowly, " I can lend you the extra money. You can pay me back after you get back on your feet."
"Ah, Brooke, that's so sweet!" Val stated. Her hopeful smile slowly turned into a frown, "But do you have the money?"
"Well," Hank stepped in, "I can pay if Brooke doesn't have enough."
"Who said I didn't have enough, Hank? Just because you're a surgeon you think you have all the authority and money in the world." Brooke asked, obviously very irritated. "I CAN pay. You know it's not like I'm broke!"
"No really, I can…" Hank argued, but got caught off guard again."
"I offered. I'll do it. OK?" Brooke yelled, definitely not acting like herself. She glared at Hank with piercing eyes, setting his heart on fire.
"You guys! You're worse than a married couple!" Tyler raised his voice. "Quit it. If you guys really want to help us, you can split it. Deal?"
"Fine." The angry due said simultaneously.
"Good. In the meantime you two better get your act together. Tyler and I are not going to put up with this attitude from you." Val added.
"Sorry," said Brooke, in an apology directed to Val. She turned around on her heel and swiftly walked toward the car, not happy at all. Hank shook his head as Tyler and Val followed her. Taking a deep breath of air he walked after them and got into the car, taking a mental note. 'Be careful not to tick Brooke off'.
A couple hours and 5 stores later.
"Val, that dress is beautiful." A speechless Brooke complimented, looking at the long, white gown. White silk with small diamonds wrapped around her upper body. Connected to that was a poofy (as she wanted), white skirt, made out of more silk. A long "tail" to the dress followed Val as if it were a new puppy. At the small of her back was an elegant, but not too girly, white, silk rose. On top of her smooth, blonde hair was a small diamond crown. Showering out of that was white netting, draping over her beautiful face and the back of her head. After admiring herself in the mirror, she turned around, looking for Tyler.
You could put your watch on it. Tyler turned the corner as soon as her eyes started to search. Dressed in a very formal tux, made for the wedding of a lifetime, Tyler looked to his bride, smiling the million-dollar smile of his. He floated over to the white angel, lifted the veil, and kissed his beautiful bride on the forehead.
"You are more beautiful than you will ever know." Tyler said, still smiling.
"You aren't too bad yourself," Val offered. They shared a quick kiss on the lips and turned toward the mirror, admiring themselves.
Brooke looked to Hank with tearful eyes. "Is this what you're afraid of? Of commitment? Or are you just afraid of being happy?" She tall blonde got up and ran quickly to the back of the shop, her baby blue gown floating behind her.
Hank watched her go with sad eyes. Turning his eyes back to the engaged, happy couple, he quickly made up his mind. Hank flew out of the chair, going to catch Brooke.
"Brooke, wait." He yelled, running into the flower room.
"What do you want?" Brooke asked, tears streaming down her face.
Hank chose his words carefully in his mind and began to speak. "Would apologizing be a good start?"
Brooke took her time to think. "It might be." She said, the light slowly coming back into her eyes.
Hank took a deep breath and began to speak the words he had wanted to say ever since that graduation day, but was too self-assured to do it.
"I'm sorry."
Brooke smiled the best smile her lips had ever witnessed. She walked slowly into his waiting arms, and let herself get engulfed into his warm touch. She placed her head on his shoulder and let the tears fall. The tears of relief. The tears of wait. The tears of pain. But most of all, the tears of happiness.
Mwahahaha, hate me for leaving ya there? Sorry, I was going to write more, but I have to go and rake the yard (lol, Megs). Please review. I'm gonna do my best to have the next part up next week. Possibly even on the weekend!!!!
Love Always
~Amanda
