Chapter Fourteen

Summer and Seth sat down calmly in Seth's room. Summer was trying to keep a smiling, gentle face, however Seth's eyes were filled with worry- Summer did not realise why.

"Okay," Summer started patiently, as she smiled sweetly at Seth, "Why don't we both describe our 'dream wedding' and then we'll conjoin ideas, and make it our perfect wedding- absolutely perfect." Summer spoke maturely, as, like every girl, she wanted the absolute flawless wedding, that she would admire and remember forever, "You start." She said quickly, sending the power over at Seth. Seth looked at Summer in worry; what would he say? How could he say what he had to say without Summer growling on top of him with her claws threatening to embark on a journey through his flesh? Seth was too terrified to speak. Planning wedding's from the little days was the job of a woman. Why would he care about something so far down when he could make toy cars and set up armies of hand-painted soldiers? Weddings were the biggest part in a girl's life- actually in every girl in the world's life. A girl would dream about having the perfect guy saying 'I do' to, underneath the blazing sun, and patches of cotton-candy clouds, surrounded by dozens of a distinctly patterned flower, and white ribbons all around. Seth could not care less if he had roses, or petunias, orchids or lilies- it was such a minimal matter. What he cared about was having a girl who was going to go up the aisle and say that stinking word, without worrying about the decorations. Besides- that's not what the importance of the wedding is. It is not the choose the perfect flower, the perfect amount of guests- it's about locking a commitment with a guy, or gal you apparently love. Seth didn't want Summer to feel like she was the dreamer, so he started to put something together in his mind- hopefully, something Summer wanted to hear, so they could skip the drama.

"Well," Seth started much too unconfidently, which gave Summer a hunch that Seth didn't know what on Earth to say. She smiled adoringly, as if giving Seth her entire permission to speak, "Well," He started again, nervously, "I think I want to do it inside," Wrong. Summer glared at him appealingly, but quickly changed her glare to a nice, forced smile. She realised she had to hear him through. Seth wondered why he said 'inside' in the first place, when facts mentioned girls always wanted to have their weddings in the fresh air. He thought Summer was different than everyone else- which she was, but wedding-wise, it was quite typical. "Okay, did I say inside? I mean outside, sorry Hun, I'm just not thinking straight right now," This was part of the truth. Seth couldn't think straight because his mind was dancing in sheer confusion. He couldn't possibly decide what kind of wedding he wanted with Summer watching him like a praying tiger hidden in the bushes.

"It's okay, Seth," Summer said kindly, "I absolutely know you're trying hard to say something I want to hear, but honestly, I want to know where we differ. I want to know how to compromise my hopes, so we can make not only my perfect wedding, but your perfect wedding, too." Summer said meaningfully, "If you're not going to love what we plan, then it's just not worth it. Give your say," Summer said, and after a second she added, "And totally ignore my facial expressions." She smiled sweetly, as Seth nodded a very confused 'okay'.

"Okay," Seth said quietly, "I kind of want an inside wedding," Seth confessed,

"But why? Outside is so much more retro, and beautiful." Summer interrupted, and almost immediately after speaking she slammed the palm of her hand against her mouth, as she prevented more words from escaping out of turn. "Sorry." She squeaked, "Not giving you much choice, now am I?" Summer bit her lip. She tried to bite her tongue so she would nothing more. "Go ahead. I'll shut up now." Summer approved his voice once more.

"Okay. Outside it is." Seth nodded to himself in annoyance, seeing that his fiancé would probably not compromise much, "Honestly, I think I would like to see roses of a pale pink, mixed with white, or even pink lilies. I think it would look absolutely fabulous, especially with little white flowers, and a few sparkles to add pazazz!" Seth was talking with intense sarcasm, but Summer absolutely loved the idea.

"Seth! That's brilliant!" She beamed, "White roses, and pink lilies it is. Wow- I would never think of you as so insightful, and romantic. Do you even know how beautiful that match could be? It's absolutely perfect, Seth. Perfect." Summer said carefully, so the words would soak in.

"Um, okay," Seth couldn't take credit for something he said blankly. He was confused as far as knowing where he managed to conjure up such a bouquet mix from. He seemed a little frightened by the fact that he mastered his fiancé's dream, without actually working at it.

"You read my mind, Seth. Honestly you did. That's a brilliant idea. I'm speechless to a certain extent!" Summer said excitedly, "At moments like these, I really do know we meant for each other."

They're JUST flowers- Seth was about to say. But he smiled and bit his tongue. Who cares? The lady loves it. Before he knew it, as a reward Summer was charging at him with closed eyes, and her shiny lips. Totally kissable material, Seth thought in his mind. He touched Summer's waist ever-so-gently, as he coiled his tongue inside her mouth. Because they were sitting on the floor, discussing the whole wedding thing, both Summer and Seth were on their knees, passionately kissing with all heart's desire. Summer started to lean on Seth, and up until Seth lost his balance, they were still on their knees. When Summer found herself on top of Seth, she continued to kiss with a wide grin plastered on her face. Seth turned to the side, with Summer still in mouth's reach. He was deeply concentrated on this girl's challenging, and hectic kiss. After a tiring session, Summer and Seth pulled away, with thoughtful smiles curling at the ends of their lips. They suppressed the temptation to continue, as they knew quite well that they had much planning to do.

"What about reception? Hall or home?" Summer asked tentatively.

"Doesn't matter," Seth was on a role. He didn't want to wreck it with something so insignificant as the reception. Summer pressed Seth with her eyes, "Well, we would save money at home, but it's not about that. We can rent out a hall for the best evening of our lives." Seth said romantically.

"Perfect," Summer nodded to herself, as she registered the information, "Honeymoon?" Summer's eyes flared at the thought of spending one or two (or more weeks) with her husband.

"Hawaii, is my personal favourite. Hawaii or Paris- both very romantic places, correct me if I am wrong?" Seth suggested with a wide, and proud grin on his face. Summer looked intrigued, but not very excited,

"Typical." She said, pointing out that they had the same sunny, hot, sandy beaches as Hawaii. But travelling across the ocean, to the city of love didn't sound too bad. "Paris . . ." Summer looked as though she were contemplating the idea. Seth was excited to hear her review on his reflective choice. "It's not too bad, but once again, very typical. Every couple goes to either Hawaii or Paris. I just don't want to be like that. I want to be different." Summer whined carefully, pushing Seth's buttons a little harder every time, "Dig deeper?" She suggested. Seth's eyes widened, as he thought of a perfect, and utterly different idea.

"Canada!" Seth called out excitedly. Summer laughed,

"Are you kidding?" She smiled, as she hoped he was.

"Nope. It's different. Very different. Who do you know, that went to Canada for their honeymoon?" Seth was smiling a half-laughing smile. He was joyous and clad in these pitiful ideas.

"You're kidding, Seth," Summer couldn't accept this totally random idea. Canada was the neighbouring country. She never thought she'd go to Canada for her honeymoon. It just seemed to farfetched, and yet it seemed so replenishing and simply, new. Seth stared at Summer looking at her unknowing eyes pressuringly. Summer laughed out loud, as she shrugged, and bit her lip skilfully, "Okay, then. I guess we're going to Canada!" They both laughed endearingly, happy that they had agreed upon something so original, and yet excited to start such a exquisite journey.