Disclaimer: Like I said, not mine!

A/N- Aha! The men in the wedding party are called groomsmen! So I'm going to try to fix chapter 2 later. These are more phone calls to the club. After these it will get more interesting, but you have to have a little background first. On to reviews…and sorry I didn't update right away, I had a football game to go to on Friday night and a band contest on Saturday. I'm going ahead and making this a longer chapter (for me, anyway) and finishing up the phone calls so we can move on in the story.

Fallen Flower: Once again, you are my only review! Thanks! You could write a story if you wanted to, I just took some random idea and it started writing itself! Well, the basic idea came from another fic, but the rest is mine. Enjoy chapter 3!

Chapter 3: Phone calls

Phone Calls: Claudia

Claudia Kishi was an art student at the Juliard School in New York. She loved living in NYC because she, Mary Anne, Stacey McGill and every once in awhile Jessi Ramsey would meet on Saturdays for lunch. Well, actually it usually turned out to be dessert. The vice-president of the BSC was still totally addicted to junk food. Her new husband, Alan Grey, worked as an architect.

"Claud?" said Mary Anne.

"Hey hon! Ready for the weekend? I know a great place in Central Park-"

"Claudia. I have great news!"

"Oh! What's up?"

"I need you to draw me the most artistic cake you can. Claud, Logan proposed!"

"That's amazing Mary Anne! Oh, I have always wanted to design a wedding cake!"

"Great! Logan wanted to know if Alan would be his best man. And I know the perfect designer for the dress…"

Phone Calls: Stacey

Stacey McGill was a serious fashion designer in NYC. She lived with her husband, Sam Thomas, in a small apartment down the street from her dad and his wife Samantha. Stacey had her own label, Simply Stacey, and was starting on a whole new line. The BSC treasurer and resident math whiz helped Sam with his accounting business, along with her own.

"Hello?" Mary Anne said.

"Hey, Mary Anne! I can't wait to show you this blouse I just designed."

"Can't wait to see it, Stace. But first, I've got great news. Meet the future Mrs. Logan Bruno!"

"Oh, Mary Anne, that's great! I can't wait!"

"Will you design my dress for me?"

"I wouldn't let anyone else!"

Phone Calls: Mallory

Mallory Pike was in her junior year at Yale, and already a published author. She and her boyfriend, Ben Hobart, and been dating for several years, and they lived down the hall from each other. Ben was studying to be a teacher. Mallory's book, The Early Years, was a best seller, as she told about being the oldest of eight kids.

"Hello, Mallory!" cried Mary Anne.

"Mary Anne, hello!" It's great to hear from you!"

"You too, Mal! Listen, I've got great news. I'm getting married!"

"Oh, Mary Anne, that's amazing!"

"Mal, will you be a bridesmaid, and Ben one of Logan's groomsmen?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Phone Calls: Jessi

Jessica Ramsey was studying ballet along with her boyfriend Quint at Julliard, but for the past couple of months they had been touring with a ballet group in France, as an exchange course.

"Hello?" Mary Anne inquired.

"Bonjour!" said Jessi.

"Jessi?"

"Wee- I mean, yes! Hi, Mary Anne!"

"I won't keep you long, Jess. I know you're busy. But when will you be home?"

"In about two weeks."

"Wonderful! You'll be home in time for my wedding!"

"Logan proposed! That's great!"

"Will you and Quint be in the wedding?"

"You bet!"

Phone Calls: Abby and Anna

Abby and Anna Stevenson lived in a small condo in Pennsylvania. Abby owned her own bakery in downtown Philadelphia, as well as coaching a little league soccer team. Anna was first chair and youngest member of the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra.

"Hello?" said Mary Anne.

"Hello, Sweet Tooth Bakery, how may I help you?"

"Abby? This is-"

"Mary Anne, hi! How are you?"

"Wonderful. How's Anna?"

"Lovely. She's got a concert in two weeks."

"Great! Listen, I've got news. Logan proposed!"

"Wow, that's amazing, I'm so happy for you!"

"Claud is going to design my cake, will you bake it for me? And will Anna play the music?"

"I'd be glad to help, and I'm sure Anna will too."