28th July 2013 Sunday

Day 209

Ok, so I've found out the date of my camping trip, so I just need to write those chapters soon and with the assistance of my little helper, you guys will have your chapters posted on the right dates.

Disclaimer: People need to stop interrogating…do you own the show?

"Man, I don't know how you did this, Dex," Zap said as he nervously fumbled with the bow tie in his hand. Dex crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Well, I had a best man to help me," he answered, hoping to guilt the groom. Zap threw the piece of silk down, frustrated with its inability to work.

"Yes, I know you did, and I'm sorry that I don't have a best man, but I didn't think I was having a big wedding," the pilot shouted, angrily walking away from the leader. The expression on Dex's face changed to thought, worried for his employee. A black luggage bag caught his eye, so he moved towards it and rummaged for the desired object.

"Ok, calm down," he said reassuringly, holding out the new piece of silk. "You're panicking, take off your coat."

Zap removed his tuxedo jacket, immediately calming down as he casually rolled up his sleeves; a cold rush of air swooping around him. Dex threaded the thin black tie and handed it to the pilot.

"Here, you can wear this one," he stood back as Zap slipped the tie over his head, keeping it loose from his neck.

"It's just…a little surreal," he stammered, shoving his hands in his pockets. Dex grabbed their jackets and began pushing Zap towards the door.

"I know, and it's about to become more surreal," he mused, fighting the smile on his mouth. "Because it's time to go."

Jenny paced around her hotel room, waving her hands beside her in an attempt to relax herself. The clone's hair and makeup had been done, and fortunately for her, Jane agreed with her choices. The makeup was light and simple, complementing the clone's tone. For her hair, it had been twisted in to a bun so the thin, small veil could sit underneath, and the two strands of hair that sat in front of her ears had been lightly curled. The dress fit perfectly, and for once, the clone felt like things were falling in to place.

Despite all this, the girl was still pacing around, feeling more nervous as time went by. She stood up to the mirror, placing a hand on her stomach where butterflies were thrashing about uncomfortably.

"Why am I so nervous?" she questioned softly to herself, taking many calming breaths. She continued to pace around the large bed, trying not to question why Jane or Bream hadn't asked her to come down for the wedding yet. It was edging sunset, something that the clone had voiced when the girls were planning the wedding.

A knock on her door caught her attention, making her extremely nervous once again. She stood up slowly, and moved towards the door with small steps. Inhaling another breath, she activated the door and peered outside. At the doorstep lay a bouquet of flowers; red roses similar to the ones Zap presented her with when he proposed. She picked them up gingerly, looking up and down the hall for the mysterious deliverer.

The arrangement was simple; tight with a white silk piece around the stems. Jenny frowned, wondering when they had planned this when they were looking at the many, many pictures of different flowers.

"But who-?" she was cut off again as a whispering voice travelled from the window to her ears. Turning around briskly, she moved towards the glass, opening it and stepping out on to the balcony.

Peering over the side of the railing, relief washed over her as she spied the frog boy.

"Hey Jenny," he blurted loudly, waving his hand high in the air. It stopped half way, dropping to his side along with his jaw. "Wow, you look great."

"Thanks Tung," she smiled sweetly at the boy, holding the roses close to her nose and inhaling. He looked up worriedly as she sighed once again.

"Is everything ok?" he asked in his innocent voice, staring up at her as he tugged on the hem of his shirt. Jenny raised an amused eyebrow at his casual suit attire of simple brown pants and a white shirt.

"Yeah," she said almost questioningly, placing her cheek on her fist. "It's just-"

"Not what you thought?" he finished for her. Jenny lifted her head with a slightly surprised look, before crossing her arms and resting them on the balcony.

"Yeah," she agreed casually, feeling a little guilty. "But I guess there's not much I can do about it now."

Tung nodded his head sadly, before looking up at her with a big smile. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

The smile couldn't have grown on Jenny's face sooner. "I would love to."

In one quick bound, Tung jumped on to the balcony next to the girl and Jenny, with the bouquet held tightly in her grip, held on to the frog boy as they jumped back down on to the moist grass.

"Can you walk in heels?" he asked, looking out at the soft grass. Jenny giggled a little, holding up the hem of her dress to show him her boots.

"There was no way I could walk in those shoes," she explained, letting the dress fall back down. "So I took it by myself to order white boots. Personally I think they look good."

Tung laughed in response, before walking forward and around the wide manor house.

Tomorrow's might be shorter than I thought, or hopefully some ideas may come to me by then. Don't worry about helping me, I do have an idea, it's just not an idea that could fit a whole chapter. Anyway, R&R!

I am so curious as to ask; what is your (the reviewers) conveyed opinion of me? Whether it be appearance, personality etc., I'd like to know. You don't have to say I'm dedicated, I think 209 days speaks for itself but I'm flattered anyway.