Wedding Blues
by Russet Fox
A/N: Haha sorry itz been ahwile no? well newayz i def. have the next chappie almost readie so jus hold tight and PLEAZ R/R!
He never got the chance, because a knock at the door startled them both. Score opened it, after a shrug from Helaine, to find that damned page. "Master Score, it is my Lord Pixel. He desires to speak with you before the wedding."
"That sounds familiar." Score muttered. He shut the door on the page, with a promise to return in a second, then turned to face Helaine. She was still brightly flushed, looking, if anything, even more attractive. He kicked himself. "Are you...uh..."
"You will return" she demanded, trademark snooty Helaine. Then she added, much more nicely, "please. I need you to be my friend right now, Score."
His mouth twisted. Friend. But he nodded and reopened the door on the stunned page, who looked like he'd never had a door shut on him before.
All the while he walked, Score's mind returned to the kiss...kisses? If they were in a short enough time span, did many count as one? And just what is the matter with Helaine? Typical of her to do stupid things, but never be so...emotional. Pre-wedding jitters, he'd seen them on TV. But 'jitter' was a lousy word to encompass the situation. From the feel of things, his heart was training for the Russian Olympic gymnastic team. Rotating about in defiance of gravity, forwards backwards upwards down.
Score entered Pixel's room to see the groom was not dressed. "Need help there?" Score asked, his words sounding forced to his own ears.
"Nah. I just wanted your company."
"Doesn't everybody?"
Pixel chose not to answer the question and instead poked his toe at the clothing on the floor, in a heap. "This world has odd fashion tastes." He commented. Score privately agreed. Aside from the miracle that was Helaine-inna-dress, Ordin's fancy dress seemed to consist of silly balloon shorts on guys and silly hourglass contraptions on girls. "It almost won't be worth it; having to put this...outfit...on, just to marry her."
This remark baffled Score. It was his silence that saved him.
"I mean, she's nice enough, and fun where it counts-" Pixel lowered his voice significantly "-if you know what I mean."
"I...I... you... what?" Score babbled. The leer in Pixel's eye was unmistakable, but unbelievable.
"But I would never agree to this marriage thing if she wasn't forcing me."
It was too much for poor Score. "FORCING YOU?" he exploded. Pixel gave him an odd glance.
"You couldn't tell? Anyway, don't make it sound like a prison sentence. She couldn't really force me to do anything I didn't at least somewhat want to do." Pixel shrugged a little, as though his pending marriage was of little consequence. Score gritted his teeth and tried to control himself.
"Maybe, you shouldn't be getting married, if you aren't sure." He said slowly. Pixel gave him another of those characteristic odd sidelong looks.
"Why do you care so much, Score? It's not like it's your wedding. Unless..."
Score could see intuition at work in Pixel's head and quickly headed off any thoughts in that direction. "I guess I just don't understand your rationalization." He said quickly, before Pixel could think too deeply about anything else.
"Oh, come on Score. We'd do anything for Helaine, you and I, to make her happy. This is just something else she wants. If she said she didn't want to get married, I'd have no problem calling it off." Score thought he saw a slightly wicked smile cross Pixel's face... just for an instant. "Why, was she expressing some doubts, earlier?"
Score stood bolt upright. "Hold that thought." He ordered. "I think I need to see Helaine."
He practically flew to her room, bursting through the door, forgetting to knock.
Helaine was gone.
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AN you'll never find out what happenz if you don't R/R!