"She's what now?" Rigby asked. Skips repeated himself, "I said she's lovestruck. As in she's in love."

Rigby shook his head laughing, "No way is she in love. MY daughter would never like a guy."

Mordecai patted him on the back, "Congrats dude, it looks like you might have a future son-in-law."

"Stop talking!"

What happened:

Emily lazily spent her time using her laptop. She had never left her bedroom, but only to eat and use the bathroom. Yeah, the internet was pretty much her life.

She scrolled down the list of videos, "Nah, seen it. Seen it. Seen it. Damn PewDiePie, when are you gonna upload The Walking Dead?!"

The raccoon felt her phone vibrate on her bed. Emily lifted the device up to her ear, "Yello?"

"..Hey there Emily. Wassup?"

She almost had dropped her phone at the sound of the voice. "Finn? Oh hey, um, sup."

"Hey. So wanna come over sometime next week? I've got the new Zombocalypse game and would love it if you came over."

Silence.

"Hello?"

Next thing he knew, a loud scream erupted in his ear drums. It lasted about a minute before the phone call ended.

"When will she be back to normal?" Rigby asked as he crossed his arms. Skips shrugged, "I don't know. Probably within a week. Until then, makes sure she stops hugging people."

The yeti skipped out of the garage, leaving the trio behind. Mordecai and Rigby looked at each other.

"Soooo..."

"So what?"

"You mad?"

Rigby narrowed his eyes, "Mad about what?" Mordecai smirked, "You know, Emily might be spending more with him and-"

"STOP TALKING!"

Hellooooooo everyone! I'm not dead, lol. I just been drawing, drawing, and more drawing. I can't help it! Anyways, sorry for the extremely long wait and short chapter, I'm trying to get back to writing so...yeah. Don't forget to review my friends!

Summary:

Today is Thomas and CJ's wedding day, but, like normal, it's irregular.

You know what really grinds my gears? John, the obnoxious guest reviewer who post reviews that sometimes have nothing to do with the story. Recently, he sent me a review, calling me a jerk. You think I'm a jerk? Lol, you haven't seen the real me yet. Jerk, lol.