Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 22: "Stress"

Mitchie started freaking out. "The balloons aren't here. The cake is not ready yet… The wedding's in five hours, Shane, what do we do!?"

I put my hand on her shoulder. "First thing is, calm down,"

Mitchie closed her eyes and exhaled. "Ok. Calm,"

"Everything will work out, I promise," I told her.

She nodded. "We are calm. We're fucking frogs sitting in a pond,"

"Yes," I nodded, "Fucking frogs. Now let's just go down to the lake and help set up, ok?"

Mitchie nodded again. "Yeah. The cake will be here… We can do this,"

We both walked down to the lake – where the wedding will take place – and saw all the people we hired setting up the wedding. They were putting pink tablecloths on the tables that were set up and putting the white foldy chairs under the tables. A couple people were setting up the food table, and others were putting placemats, silverware, and plates on the tables.

I grabbed some of the table decorations – a centerpiece for each table, and sparkly confetti – and started decoratively putting them on the table. I put a centerpiece – a pink wedding cake made out of cardboard and tissue paper – and some silver confetti around the tables. Mitchie did the same.

Once we finished putting the decorations on the table, the rainbow balloons arrived, and some of the helpers were creating a rainbow balloon arch around the alter. I tied balloons randomly around the wedding area, like on the food table, and then put the rest on the backs of chairs.

When everything was perfectly set up, Uncle Brown came into the wedding area. "Hey, guys,"

Mitchie looked around. "The cake – the wedding cake. Where the hell is the cake?!" she started hyperventilating. "And what about the designer dog treats? Where is everything?!" she gat down on one of the pews. "Oh this is so stressful!"

I sat down next to her. "Just calm – ok? We're calm. Everything will work out,"

Uncle Brown came over to us. "Overreacting a bit, eh?"

I glared at him. "Shut up, Brownie,"

He held up his hands defensively and walked away. Jason and Nate came over to us.

"Hi, Mitch. Hi, Shane," Nate greeted.

"NO!" Mitchie squealed jumping up. She pushed Jason and Nate away. "No one is allowed to see the wedding until the wedding!"

The two walked away, looking back once. I glared at them and they turned back around, running away.

I turned to Mitchie. "Jesus Fucking Christ, calm down, will ya?"

She shook her head. "There is so much to be done and so little time! I mean, the bridesmaids – do they have their dresses? And the best men? Do they have their tuxes?"

I stood up. "I'll go see if everyone's ready," I went into Caitlyn's cabin – she Ella, and Peggy are the bridesmaids. They were all sitting in a circle – a girly gossip group – and they looked up at me when I walked in the cabin. "Hi guys," I walked closer to them. "Mitchie's having a panic attack and she wants to know if you are ready for the wedding,"

They all nodded.

"The dresses are here. We're all good. We're just having our bridesmaid party before the wedding," Caitlyn told me.

I nodded. "Good. Just making sure," I left the cabin and went to mine – Jason, Nate, and Uncle Brownie are the best men. Jason and Nate were sitting on their air mattresses. "Mitchie's having a heart attack and wants me to ask you if you're ready for the wedding,"

Nate nodded. "Yeah. We're having our little before-wedding party. Apparently the best men do that before a wedding,"

I raised my eyebrows. "Without my uncle?"

He shrugged. "We invited him, but he said he was going to get the cake or something like that,"

I laughed. "Ok then. Just making sure you guys were ready," I left the cabin and went back to the lake. Mitchie was there yelling at some of the workers. "Whoa, whoa, easy there, sister," I said.

She turned to me. "The balloons aren't the right yellow color!"

"Shh…" I said. "Just calm down. It doesn't have to be perfect,"

Mitchie nodded. "Ok. I'll calm down. I'm sorry, it's just that I want this to be perfect and so far it's not working out so well,"

A scrawny kid wearing jeans and a t-shirt came up to us. "Hi, I'm the justice of the peace you hired,"

Mitchie looked him up and down and then shook her head. "No, no, no, no. You're wearing jeans and an ugly brown t-shirt? Where's your tux? … You're not the justice of the peace!"

I turned to Mitchie. "Yes he is,"

She shook her head. "No! This is the nephew of the justice of the peace! I want the real guy! They won't actually be married if it's not the real justice of the peace!" she broke down in tears and sat down on the ground.

I turned to the kid. "Sorry, my girl friend is going insane," I faced Mitchie. "Just calm down, ok? All will be good. Everyone's ready for the wedding and it will work out perfectly, ok?"

Mitchie slowly nodded. "Ok,"

I helped her back up to her feet. "Go take a shower and get ready. I'll be here making sure everything is ok,"

Mitchie nodded and then set off. I turned to the justice of the peace. "Sorry about that. She's so stressed out from the whole wedding thing,"

"It's ok," the kid said. "It happens a lot,"

I smiled. "Hi, I'm Shane,"

The kid held out his hand. "Dustin," he said. We shook hands.

"Well the wedding should start in like two hours. You can go wait somewhere or eat some of the food,"

Dustin nodded and headed off.

I turned around and watched as the workers set up the wedding place. It all looked very nice – the tables were all white with pink tablecloths and white chairs. The buffet table was set up with all sorts of snacks and gourmet foods.

Then, my uncle arrived with a huge-ass pink box – I'm guessing the cake. Two people came over and took the box from him, setting it on a table. When they opened the box, I caught a glimpse of the giant four-layer white cake. On the top of it were two dogs wearing wedding outfits. I laughed on the inside and walked over to it. It was sparkling due to the sugar on it, and there were rainbow roses on it.

Mitchie came over to us, wearing a fancy blue dress, and looked at the cake, smiling and gasping. "It's so beautiful!" she grabbed a camera and took a picture. She started taking pictures of the whole set up. The wedding was only an hour away and I couldn't be more excited.

I turned to Mitchie. "I have to get my tux on. You go get the bride in his dress, ok? You deal with the girl stuff like your bridesmaids and everything and I'll get the guys ready," I turned to my uncle. "You go make sure all the campers are ready – especially that Matthew guy. He gave me some shit about going to the wedding,"

We all set off, my uncle going into all the camper's cabins, Mitchie going into her cabin to get Princess in her wedding gown, and I went into my cabin, getting my tux on. When I saw Jason and Nate sitting on my bed laughing, I yelled at them to get their tuxedos on.

I looked at my watch – forty-seven minutes 'till the wedding.

I got Prince into his little doggy tux – which was hard work, mind you – and then put him on his leash.

Thirty-two minutes 'till the wedding.

I brought Prince over to Mitchie's cabin and she smiled. I went over to the lake and looked around for a bit.

Then, Mitchie came running up to me, holding up her long blue dress as she ran. She stopped by me, catching her breath.

"What?" I asked. "What's wrong?"
"The groom," she breathed. "He ran away!"

"Which one?" I asked.

"Princess!"

Twenty-one minutes until the wedding.