(Sigh) I have some good news and some bad news. Good news: I got meself a boyfriend! WOO! Bad news: To readers of Looking Back at Those Times, (sigh again) I realized that I posted a thing in chapter three of this story that Helen would never let Bob take off her mask. Turns out that he took it off in chapter seven of the original story. So now... (sigh again again) Until I can rewrite what used to be about twenty-five pages, it'll discontinue. I know! It sucks for me, too. Just, my original was too... happy. I don't like happy unless it was something that seemed realistic. There was no tragedy to it. By now you probably want me to just shut up. So I will. Enjoy this chapter!
"Why in the heck did you have to-"
"It'll help us honey."
"I don't see why I'm gonna test this."
"We can cancel the whole thing if you tell me if you like Sydney or not."
Bob thought about this. "I don't, but I didn't get in a suit for nothing."
"We're gonna see about that."
"Yeah. You need to get dressed."
"Stacie's gonna lend me something."
"Okay."
Bob walked away, knowing that this idea may not be okay. He knew something was going to go wrong. And he knew just how to make it up to his wife. Her birthday present. And it wasn't just chocolate.
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"STACIE!"
Stacie knew this wasn't good. Her dresses were either strapless or short. The one that Stacie had chosen for Helen was both. She ran to Helen.
"I knew it would get stuck. Here, let me help."
They were pulling down one side at a time.
"I am NEVER wearing this kind of dress again."
"I don't blame you. There. We got one side down." She started to pull the other side. "We just got one more to g-"
RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP.
The dress that Helen was wearing had a huge tear in it. The sisters were staring at the mirror, then at each other, then at the mirror again.
"MOM!" Uh-oh. "Mayme and I need to- AHHH!"
It was Violet.
"Okay," said Mayme, panicking. Hey, you would to if your Aunt had a huge tear in your mother's dress. "Fashion Emergency."
"What do we do?"
"I don't know. We change her dress?"
"Yeah. To what?"
Mayme examined her mother's closet, and then her mother's dress. She pointed to Stacie, saying "That one will do."
"WHAT?" said Stacie. "NO WAY."
"Yes way."
Stacie didn't want to, but this was for her sister. She had already ruined half of the night. "You better not watch me."
"EW!" Obviously, Violet and Mayme were disgusted by that idea. They immediately ran to the bathroom.
"Oh, god," said Helen. "We're running late."
"So?" said Stacie. "If we run late, we run late. It happens."
"Well, I should tell Bob."
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Bob was fixing Dash's tie when the whole rip incident happened.
"Do I have to wear a suit? They're so boring."
"Yes, you most certainly do."
"Whatever."
Dash went to the patio with the shades closed.
"Hey, Bob."
Oh, god, not her. "Sydney, why are you here?"
"Because I can be. Why won't you let me into your life? You know you want to."
"I don't want to do anything except kick you out."
"But that's impossible. You'll go straight through me."
This was true. Sydney's power was ghostly. She could walk through walls, and people could walk through her.
"Well, you gotta get out."
"Don't you remember all those times we had? We can relive those times."
Out of the blue she started kissing Bob, which really wasn't good at this moment, seeing how Helen walked into the room.
"Bob, we-"
Helen gasped and just stared at her husband. Test grade: Well, it depends. If you were trying to find out if Bob liked Sydney, then A+. If you were trying to find out that he didn't, F. If you were just trying to get some info, another A+
"Oh," said Sydney. "Don't worry. I was just giving him a "Congrats-on-the-15th-anniversary-kiss."
Helen almost laughed at that. "And you were hoping that was all it was gonna be."
She slammed the door like a moody teenager and ran away. Bob followed, leaving Sydney behind.
"Helen-"
"Just shut up right now, okay?"
Helen was biting her lip, keeping her eyes closed, doing whatever she could just so she wouldn't cry. But that didn't work. She started bursting out in tears.
"Honey, please don't cry. I didn't want her to kiss me."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm me."
"Bob, look, if you like her, just tell me, for god's sake."
"I said I don't and I don't."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Helen, still in tears, turned to her husband. "You know, I'm really upset with you."
Bob hugged her. "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't want her to kiss me."
"But she did anyways."
"Yep."
Helen stopped crying then, and pulled away. "You're probably wondering why I came into the room."
Bob looked at his wife's dress. "Um, is that why?"
"Yeah. I was gonna say we were gonna run a little late, but can we just not go?"
"Heck yeah. I've been waiting for you to say that."
"Good."
"Uh, look. I knew that this was gonna be a little bit of a tragedy, so I got your birthday present early."
"Oh, god. Honey, you shouldn't have. What did you get me? Chocolate? I'm a little surprised that you actually remembered."
"Me too. And I just thought that maybe this would be a way to make it up to you."
He took out a red, velvet case, those kinds you only can get at jewelry stores. Inside of it was a gorgeous bracelet with a ruby, then a diamond, then a ruby, then a diamond, and so on. Helen started bursting into tears again. But this time they were tears of joy.
Monster In-Law reference fit into a whole chapter, eh? Pretty chaotic if you ask me. I feel really bad for Helen. What am I doing to these people? I'm ruining their lives! I'm still really upset about my other story. Hm... I could put up chapter six if you want. Should I? Tell me in the review that you're going to give right now! ;-)