Wedding Dresses, Frills and Spills

By: Princess Erika

Chapter 2:

"Hey Lolita, how bout this dress?" Jessica said, holding out a black sparkly mini-dress which was sequined all the way with sheer black bat-wing sleeves. "The invitation did say wear black, right?"

Jean and Jessica were doing their weekly shopping trip, and since they started, Jessica couldn't stop raving about Scott's wedding. Jean was obviously annoyed by her perky best friend, but as always, she tried her best to control her temper.

"The invitation said either white, gold, silver or black, Jess. Plus, that dress is not supposed to be worn at a wedding. Matrimony's supposed to be sacred and holy, not skanky." Jean said as she held an aqua skirt in front of her to see if it looked nice. "Besides, who said I was even planning on going?" Jean looked over to her friend and gave her a smug look, as if to say "over my dead body". Jessica simply rolled her eyes. "So," Jean said, trying to change the topic. "You ready to try the clothes on?"

The two girls headed to the changing rooms. It was a tradition for the two girls to go to their favorite boutique, Silhouette, every Saturday when they're doing their weekly shopping trip. They would stay there the longest, and that's the time when they really got to bond. After trying on all the clothes they liked, they came out with their favorite outfit.

"What do you think?" Jean asked as she modeled the outfit of her choice: a pink stonewashed denim miniskirt and a sparkly plain white short-sleeved top. Jessica gave a nod of approval.

"Ah chica, that's hot hot hot!" Jessica exclaimed. "What about mine?" the feisty blonde asked, striking a pose. Jean examined her friend's outfit: a red one-shouldered Chinese printed tunic over plain black pants.

"It's so you!" Jean smiled. Suddenly, there was silence between the two. Jessica decided to break the ice with a very relevant question.

"Lolita, wasn't Scott your first and only boyfriend?" Jean just looked at her friend blankly, as if she was trying to figure out what the question meant. After a while she snapped back to reality.

"He was not my only boyfriend! I went out with other guys too… But well, yes, he was my first boyfriend. We started dating when we were in 6th grade, and we, well, went out separate ways after we graduated high school…" Jessica cocked her eyebrow.

"Si, you went to the movies with Abe Mitchell and you said he was way too gluttonous. Then you went to the Carson Annual Charity Ball with Tom Deen, and you said he had bad breath when you two weren't even near kissing!" she nagged. Jean just rolled her eyes. "Separate ways you mean college?" Jessica asked, and Jean nodded. They both went back into their changing stalls and started putting on their own clothes. "But didn't you say that when you were all studying in Bayville High, Scott had no interest for this Rogue girl?"

Jean pulled on her mint green sweater and ran her hands through her long, silky red hair to ease the frizz the clothes changing has done. "Well yeah, but things change… Besides, I'm so over him." Jean said. She wasn't sure about her feelings yet, since she hasn't forgotten him after twelve years, but she lied anyway, just so Jessica wouldn't ask any more questions. "I just want him to be happy."

Jessica stepped out of the changing stall back in her normal clothes, and sternly said, "If you're over him and you want to be his amiga, then go to his wedding to show it. I'm sure he'd be more than glad to see you again." Jean sighed, and finally gave into her persuasive friend.

"Hey this is Scott. Sorry I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Bye!"

"Ummm hey Scott, this is Jean. I got the invitation. I will go to your wedding next Monday, so um… Save me a seat ok? See you in a few days." Jean hung up the phone and mentally kicked herself. "Why the hell do I still get the butterflies?"