Chapter 21: Liz has the wedding blues
A/N: Yeah, the title was sort of from Gilmore Girl's episode in season 5, "Wedding Bell Blues".
"Oh my God, you look drop-dead gorgeous!" Liz' best friend Isabel exclaimed as she watched Liz' stylist groom her shining nut-brown hair.
Liz laughed. "Wow, do I really look that good?"
"Yes, and you're making me jealous by the minute! Where'd you get your looks, Lizzie!"
Liz giggled. "It runs in the family."
Isabel sighed. She didn't have the same amazing bright blue eyes. Hers were brown, plain brown. They didn't speak for themselves the way Liz' did. They were just regular brown eyes. Instead of Liz' pure gorgeous shining-in-the-daylight hair, she had curly dark-brown, almost black hair. Isabel didn't have the same smile, or those same flushed cheeks...
"Yo, Cortez, Prescott!" a male voice greeted from behind.
Isabel and Liz both turned. In a stylish Hartford sportshirt, Giorgio Armani micro fiber pants, a belt leather Brooks Brothers belt and shoes topped off with stylish sandy-blonde hair covering up half the ears and designer sunglasses stood Charlie Livingston, their best friend and also their ex-boyfriend.
"Chuckie!" Liz and Isabel exclaimed at the same time, both running to hug him.
"You better go grab that Armani tux you wore to that ball we went to a month ago at our reunion," Isabel said, "The wedding's only a matter of hours away!"
Charlie chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I should."
Then he studied Liz, his lover ever since they had first met in the seventh grade at some formal party their parents were invited to, Liz. And even though her hair and make-up was only half done, she was still gorgeous!
"Hey, Liz!" he greeted, trying not to show any signs of nervousness.
Liz kissed Charlie on the cheek. "I hope your speech goes well."
Charlie grinned. "Yeah, trust me, it will rock!" Charlie turned back to Isabel. "So, Izz, what about your speech? You're maid of honor!"
"Yeah, wouldn't it be great if you two ended up getting married!" Ruthie Hamilton chimed, suddenly interrupting their conversation.
"Whoa, where'd you come from?" Charlie asked, bewildered.
"Doesn't matter. At least now I'm here. So Liz, ready for the big day? You're still going to regret not letting me be the maid of honor! But I must admit, your boyfriend made a good choice with Char!"
If they had still been in high school, Ruthie would've started to flirt madly with Charlie. Isabel had always felt jealous. She was the one who liked Charlie and regretted ever breaking up with him. Ruthie didn't even have the slightest feelings for him, and neither did Liz. So why did Charlie let Ruthie get all over him(at least back in their prep school days) and why wasn't he still over Liz, who was getting married!
"Anyways, I better get that Armani, or maybe I'll wear the Hugo Boss!"
When you were a rich and fabulous young man like Charlie Livingston, you had a whole closet full of tuxedos, ties, dress pants, and whatnot.
"You go do that then, Chuck!" Liz said, "I better let the stylist get back on my hair."
"And I better watch and continue on wishing for Lizzie's hair." Isabel joked.
"And I better watch that! God, I hope you don't use that extra-strength hairspray stuff. That never works. Oh, and even though it's last minute: forget the veil, wear a tiara!" Ruthie said over-excitedly. "Oh, and Charlie, I'll catch ya later, 'kay? Loves!" Mwah! She blew a kiss at him, and giggled.
Oh, boy, did Ruthie ever grow up! It was proper for a junior or a senior in high school, but not for a sophomore in college.
Liz got back to her stylist while Isabel watched enviously, and Ruthie stood next to Isabel, hardly standing still. How much coffee did she have this morning, again?
While her two friends watched her, thoughts stirred in Liz' head. Thoughts about Jesse, and how if she married Justin, she may never see him again. Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. Her Jesse. If only he had told her three years ago...they could be together...but no, Jesse had to be so careless, so ignorant! Liz grew angrier by the minute, and as Ruthie ranted on about how she looked and then about some other useless things, she felt fury burn her insides.
"Ruthie, why do you have to be like this, to act like we're back in the eleventh grade?" Isabel asked bitterly. She was in a bad mood, and she really felt like tormenting the blond girl.
"Fuck off!" Ruthie snapped, and then turned to Liz. "I really like this Justin guy, you know? He's cute...and he's also really caring."
"Well if you really think that, why don't you get married to him, bitch?" she snapped.
Ruthie and Isabel exchanged glances. Why was Liz, their Liz whom they have known to be the calmer one since kindergarten acting so moody, and what did she mean by that! Did she not love Justin!
"Liz, what's going on?" Isabel asked.
"Look, I just want you guys to leave. Go home and get dressed, the wedding is only hours away!"
As if she even wanted a wedding! As if she wanted to have to spend the rest of her life with someone she probably had no feelings for anymore! My life sucks, Liz thought miserably.
Her two best friends left the room. Whatever the problem was with Liz, hopefully it would resolve. And yes, there is a resolution to every problem. Too bad the resolution to this one is a little bit more complicated...and scandalous!