*Dedicated to Alys, for becoming my biggest fan, lol!*
Erin and Phoebe Glen where twins. Erin was cool, calm, confident and ever- so-slightly bitchy. Next to her, Phoebe always felt slightly geeky and somehow, less elegant. Erin was always there, in the latest Prada design, talking about the latest resturant and with a nasty comment for whoever pissed her off on the tip of her tounge. She had everything, even the perfect fiancee. But now Phoebe didn't know what to think of her sister, not after she'd ran out of the church hours earlier leaving her pefect fiancee humilaited. No one had seen her, Phoebe didn't undestand how you could lose someone in a five hundred dollar wedding dress. But Erin had disappeared. Now Phoebe had been given the job of staying with Shane while everyone else looked. He hadn't said a word and she felt arkward, still sitting in her blue bridesmaids dress. She didn't know what to say, what could she say.
"She'll be back." Phoebe told him, trying to sound convincing, but not exactly believing it herself.
Shane gave a small laugh and turned to face her. "When?"
"Soon. I'm sure she just needs time to think."
He laughed again, but his face quickly crumpled, he was trying to hold back the tears. "Do you think she's alright? Wherever she is?"
"I'm sure she's in a dingy bar, perched on a stool arguing with someone who had the audacity to suggest her dress wasn't Vera Wang."
That, Phoebe could fully believe. But she doubted her suggestion that Erin was happily residing in a bar while Shane was devestated made him feel any better. Shane got up and undid his neck tie. For the past three months Phoebe had lived with Erin and Shane, she had nothing new to learn about her sister, but she'd picked up things about her soon-to-be brother in law. Like how the first thing he did when he was stressed was head straight for the shower, which he did a lot when things at work got tough. When he was worried, he got straight on the treadmill, and Phoebe had taken to sitting with him and listening to his problems. In the weeks before the wedding they'd been mostly Erin related, and Phoebe felt awful that it had all been right.
"I'm going to get a shower and then do some exercise." Shane told her "If she calls...."
"I'll shout you."
He nodded and then disappeared upstairs. Phoebe gave a heavy sigh and sank back in the chair. Anger towards Erin was welling up inside her. She always did this. Up and left, right in the middle of a good thing. Like leaving her first love, just because. Erin didn't know how good she had it. She found love as soon as she breezed out of college. Unlike Phoebe, she'd never been on a bad date, never dated a jerk and never had her heart broken. She almost lived a charmed life. The phone rang, Phoebe jumped but answered it on the second ring.
"Erin?"
"No. We haven't heard from her either."
It was Amy, Erin's other bridesmaid.
"Then why are you calling?"
"Because your Dad just called. They found Erin's dress in her old room, all her things where gone. It looks like...."
"She's not coming back for awhile." Phoebe finished, feeling a lump in her throat.
"It must of been a major case of cold feet."
"Shit."
"We're calling the airport and bus stations. We'll tell you if we find anything."
Phoebe hung up without goodbye and just as she did Shane appeared, clutching a towel round his waist and looking breathless.
"Was it her? What did she say? why didn't you shout me?"
"It was Amy. She....." She couldn't say it. She couldn't tell Shane that Erin was probably in Mexico by now. She couldn't break his heart. "She was just checking in, that's all."
He went back upstairs and Phoebe bit her lip nervously. This was going to get so much worse, she could just tell.
Erin and Phoebe Glen where twins. Erin was cool, calm, confident and ever- so-slightly bitchy. Next to her, Phoebe always felt slightly geeky and somehow, less elegant. Erin was always there, in the latest Prada design, talking about the latest resturant and with a nasty comment for whoever pissed her off on the tip of her tounge. She had everything, even the perfect fiancee. But now Phoebe didn't know what to think of her sister, not after she'd ran out of the church hours earlier leaving her pefect fiancee humilaited. No one had seen her, Phoebe didn't undestand how you could lose someone in a five hundred dollar wedding dress. But Erin had disappeared. Now Phoebe had been given the job of staying with Shane while everyone else looked. He hadn't said a word and she felt arkward, still sitting in her blue bridesmaids dress. She didn't know what to say, what could she say.
"She'll be back." Phoebe told him, trying to sound convincing, but not exactly believing it herself.
Shane gave a small laugh and turned to face her. "When?"
"Soon. I'm sure she just needs time to think."
He laughed again, but his face quickly crumpled, he was trying to hold back the tears. "Do you think she's alright? Wherever she is?"
"I'm sure she's in a dingy bar, perched on a stool arguing with someone who had the audacity to suggest her dress wasn't Vera Wang."
That, Phoebe could fully believe. But she doubted her suggestion that Erin was happily residing in a bar while Shane was devestated made him feel any better. Shane got up and undid his neck tie. For the past three months Phoebe had lived with Erin and Shane, she had nothing new to learn about her sister, but she'd picked up things about her soon-to-be brother in law. Like how the first thing he did when he was stressed was head straight for the shower, which he did a lot when things at work got tough. When he was worried, he got straight on the treadmill, and Phoebe had taken to sitting with him and listening to his problems. In the weeks before the wedding they'd been mostly Erin related, and Phoebe felt awful that it had all been right.
"I'm going to get a shower and then do some exercise." Shane told her "If she calls...."
"I'll shout you."
He nodded and then disappeared upstairs. Phoebe gave a heavy sigh and sank back in the chair. Anger towards Erin was welling up inside her. She always did this. Up and left, right in the middle of a good thing. Like leaving her first love, just because. Erin didn't know how good she had it. She found love as soon as she breezed out of college. Unlike Phoebe, she'd never been on a bad date, never dated a jerk and never had her heart broken. She almost lived a charmed life. The phone rang, Phoebe jumped but answered it on the second ring.
"Erin?"
"No. We haven't heard from her either."
It was Amy, Erin's other bridesmaid.
"Then why are you calling?"
"Because your Dad just called. They found Erin's dress in her old room, all her things where gone. It looks like...."
"She's not coming back for awhile." Phoebe finished, feeling a lump in her throat.
"It must of been a major case of cold feet."
"Shit."
"We're calling the airport and bus stations. We'll tell you if we find anything."
Phoebe hung up without goodbye and just as she did Shane appeared, clutching a towel round his waist and looking breathless.
"Was it her? What did she say? why didn't you shout me?"
"It was Amy. She....." She couldn't say it. She couldn't tell Shane that Erin was probably in Mexico by now. She couldn't break his heart. "She was just checking in, that's all."
He went back upstairs and Phoebe bit her lip nervously. This was going to get so much worse, she could just tell.