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Chapter 7
JULIE'S P.O.V
It was early morning when me and Connie clambered up her stairs to her bedroom. We were slightly drunk, her more so than me. Trying to be as quiet as we could but giggling all the same we managed to enter her room without damaging ourselves or the house. We had, had a brilliant time, especially after Connie finally let her hair down and begun enjoying herself instead of panicking about Guy every second.
"Girls what time do you call this"? Her dad stomped into the room, obviously after being awoken by us.
"Erm, 2.30am". Connie replied rather giddily, making us both giggle uncontrollably. Her Dad walked out of the room, obviously realizing we weren't taking much notice of him and the fact that he was relieved to have us home in one piece.
The next morning, the morning of the day I had been dreading for the past 6 months, we both arose very heavy headed and unable to remember most of what happened the night before. I definitely could feel the twinges of pain every time I moved my hand. Still dressed in the clothes we went out in, we walked as gently as possible down to breakfast where Connie's Dad, Ted as he had told me to call him, was sat eating his cereal and reading the morning paper.
"Good morning girls". He looked up at us all bright eyed and cheerful. "Did you have a good time last night"? He said rather too lively for my liking.
"As far as I remember. We didn't wake you did we"? I replied sounding very groggy.
"Well I wouldn't say wake me, but I definitely heard you coming home". He replied not at all fazed by how we looked or sounded.
"Please God never let me drink again". Connie told herself as she dropped two dissolvable aspirin in the glass of water she had just poured.
"Well after today's over, you'll be opting to stay in rather than go out". Ted said rather chuffed by the thought.
"As if, being married to Guy isn't going to change my life". Connie began saying loudly but quietened when she realized it was hurting her head.
"You'd be surprised honey. Your Mom said the exact same thing, but she soon found herself opting for cozy nights in with me rather than go out with the girls". He informed her.
"Yeah, yeah. What time is it"? She asked after gulping down the aspirin.
"9am". His only words were.
"OH MY GOD. I have to get ready". Connie began running upstairs but realized she couldn't in the heels she was wearing.
We both had a long cold shower to try and bring ourselves round. At 10am the stylist and makeup person came and as one was doing Connie the other was doing me. Then halfway through the hour and a half they were booked for, they swapped. I managed to talk the makeup girl to try and cover the hideous bruise on my fist up and she managed it quite well. After our makeup and hair had been done, Connie's Aunt Margaret and two cousins arrived. Lizzie was the flower girl and admittedly she was rather cute and Josh was going to be the page boy.
Connie helped me on with my dress and then me and her Aunt Margaret helped her on with her dress. Standing back and looking at her, I was amazed. She was so beautiful. The off the shoulder, ivory dress with one or two small pearly drops here and there, really complimented her figure. Unlike me in the ivory and peach dress made me feel like a big frumpy marshmallow. It wasn't the dress and yes I suppose I did look kind of nice in it.
After half an hour of having glass after glass of Dutch courage, the cars finally arrived and I went ahead with Connie's Aunt and two cousins in the first car. When we arrived at the church, Guy had disappeared off inside but everyone else was stood outside.
"Jules, didn't know you could clean up that well"? Portman laughed jokingly.
"One more word out of you and I will kill you". I pretended to scowl at him.
"How's your hand"? Charlie asked gently concerned.
"It's ok, bruised but ok". I showed him my fist knowing they wouldn't see anything.
"You and Adam are matching pairs". Goldberg uttered.
"Why"? I looked confused over at Adam who was trying and failing to hide his cut lip. "My God Adam, how the hell did you get that"? I held his chin still as I looked deeper at it.
"It would seem he had a fight". Ken said knowing Adam wouldn't answer me truthfully.
"Please don't tell me you had a fight with that dick Paul". I looked at Ken then back at Adam who simply nodded.
"Yeah, he got him and got him good". Dwayne shouted almost next to my ear.
"Ow". I held my head as shot pain hit me, my headache still not totally disappeared but able to be coped with.
"Ohhh, Cat lady's got a hangover". Averman battered again.
"How much did YOU drink last night eh"? Charlie asked.
"Oh, I don't know, probably a few. How's Guy"? I asked realizing he probably got more drunk than me.
"No hangover but he's shitting through the eye of a needle". Portman said adding lovely graphics to my head.
"Thanks for that Portman". Just then Connie's car pulled up and I shoved everyone inside the church. I could hear Dwayne asking everyone loudly which side he should sit on.
Shaking my head I walked up to Connie who emerged looking absolutely gorgeous. She had now placed a veil on and said quickly that it was her Mom's. I walked ahead to the entrance of the building with Lizzie. Margaret had already taken Josh inside.
Suddenly the music chimed in and I gently pushed Lizzie ahead to begin. 10 steps after her I followed. I felt like all eyes were on me, staring at me waiting for me to mess up. I managed to get to the end of the aisle without doing anything stupid Just as I reached the end of the aisle the wedding march started. Connie and her Dad almost floated down the aisle. She looked so elegant and radiant. I know she took my breath away and I had seen her before hand so I could only imagine what Guy felt like.
Well What do you think?? PLEASE R&R!!!!
Chapter 7
JULIE'S P.O.V
It was early morning when me and Connie clambered up her stairs to her bedroom. We were slightly drunk, her more so than me. Trying to be as quiet as we could but giggling all the same we managed to enter her room without damaging ourselves or the house. We had, had a brilliant time, especially after Connie finally let her hair down and begun enjoying herself instead of panicking about Guy every second.
"Girls what time do you call this"? Her dad stomped into the room, obviously after being awoken by us.
"Erm, 2.30am". Connie replied rather giddily, making us both giggle uncontrollably. Her Dad walked out of the room, obviously realizing we weren't taking much notice of him and the fact that he was relieved to have us home in one piece.
The next morning, the morning of the day I had been dreading for the past 6 months, we both arose very heavy headed and unable to remember most of what happened the night before. I definitely could feel the twinges of pain every time I moved my hand. Still dressed in the clothes we went out in, we walked as gently as possible down to breakfast where Connie's Dad, Ted as he had told me to call him, was sat eating his cereal and reading the morning paper.
"Good morning girls". He looked up at us all bright eyed and cheerful. "Did you have a good time last night"? He said rather too lively for my liking.
"As far as I remember. We didn't wake you did we"? I replied sounding very groggy.
"Well I wouldn't say wake me, but I definitely heard you coming home". He replied not at all fazed by how we looked or sounded.
"Please God never let me drink again". Connie told herself as she dropped two dissolvable aspirin in the glass of water she had just poured.
"Well after today's over, you'll be opting to stay in rather than go out". Ted said rather chuffed by the thought.
"As if, being married to Guy isn't going to change my life". Connie began saying loudly but quietened when she realized it was hurting her head.
"You'd be surprised honey. Your Mom said the exact same thing, but she soon found herself opting for cozy nights in with me rather than go out with the girls". He informed her.
"Yeah, yeah. What time is it"? She asked after gulping down the aspirin.
"9am". His only words were.
"OH MY GOD. I have to get ready". Connie began running upstairs but realized she couldn't in the heels she was wearing.
We both had a long cold shower to try and bring ourselves round. At 10am the stylist and makeup person came and as one was doing Connie the other was doing me. Then halfway through the hour and a half they were booked for, they swapped. I managed to talk the makeup girl to try and cover the hideous bruise on my fist up and she managed it quite well. After our makeup and hair had been done, Connie's Aunt Margaret and two cousins arrived. Lizzie was the flower girl and admittedly she was rather cute and Josh was going to be the page boy.
Connie helped me on with my dress and then me and her Aunt Margaret helped her on with her dress. Standing back and looking at her, I was amazed. She was so beautiful. The off the shoulder, ivory dress with one or two small pearly drops here and there, really complimented her figure. Unlike me in the ivory and peach dress made me feel like a big frumpy marshmallow. It wasn't the dress and yes I suppose I did look kind of nice in it.
After half an hour of having glass after glass of Dutch courage, the cars finally arrived and I went ahead with Connie's Aunt and two cousins in the first car. When we arrived at the church, Guy had disappeared off inside but everyone else was stood outside.
"Jules, didn't know you could clean up that well"? Portman laughed jokingly.
"One more word out of you and I will kill you". I pretended to scowl at him.
"How's your hand"? Charlie asked gently concerned.
"It's ok, bruised but ok". I showed him my fist knowing they wouldn't see anything.
"You and Adam are matching pairs". Goldberg uttered.
"Why"? I looked confused over at Adam who was trying and failing to hide his cut lip. "My God Adam, how the hell did you get that"? I held his chin still as I looked deeper at it.
"It would seem he had a fight". Ken said knowing Adam wouldn't answer me truthfully.
"Please don't tell me you had a fight with that dick Paul". I looked at Ken then back at Adam who simply nodded.
"Yeah, he got him and got him good". Dwayne shouted almost next to my ear.
"Ow". I held my head as shot pain hit me, my headache still not totally disappeared but able to be coped with.
"Ohhh, Cat lady's got a hangover". Averman battered again.
"How much did YOU drink last night eh"? Charlie asked.
"Oh, I don't know, probably a few. How's Guy"? I asked realizing he probably got more drunk than me.
"No hangover but he's shitting through the eye of a needle". Portman said adding lovely graphics to my head.
"Thanks for that Portman". Just then Connie's car pulled up and I shoved everyone inside the church. I could hear Dwayne asking everyone loudly which side he should sit on.
Shaking my head I walked up to Connie who emerged looking absolutely gorgeous. She had now placed a veil on and said quickly that it was her Mom's. I walked ahead to the entrance of the building with Lizzie. Margaret had already taken Josh inside.
Suddenly the music chimed in and I gently pushed Lizzie ahead to begin. 10 steps after her I followed. I felt like all eyes were on me, staring at me waiting for me to mess up. I managed to get to the end of the aisle without doing anything stupid Just as I reached the end of the aisle the wedding march started. Connie and her Dad almost floated down the aisle. She looked so elegant and radiant. I know she took my breath away and I had seen her before hand so I could only imagine what Guy felt like.
Well What do you think?? PLEASE R&R!!!!