Chapter Four:

"Sliver and gold?"

"No that's cliché."

"Green and sliver."

"It's not Christmas."

"Then what?"

I shrugged, "I don't know mom."

My mom sighed, "I do not remember Marcie's or Parker's wedding being this hard."

"Oh but it was," Marcie laughed sliding off my kitchen counter.

I stuck my tongue out at her. Marcie wrinkled her nose and opened the fridge. She pulled out a soda, "I say we get navy blue bridesmaids dresses and do blues as the theme."

"I'm not trying to depress my guest, and don't drink my soda!"

Marcie shrugged, "Hey, you're still single and have money to buy soda. I'm not single and broke a lot of the time."

I rolled my eyes at her, "You are not broke."

Marcie shrugged and looked at mom, "Can we repeat my colors?"

"No," I sighed, "unless you so loved those purple dresses we had at your wedding."

"How about pink, red, and white. They are the colors of love," Mom offered.

"Pink or red bridesmaid dresses? Ew," Marcie said.

"Blue and yellow? Not bright yellow, but not mustard yellow," I said.

"That might work, with the right blue and yellow that is," Marcie said.

We both looked at mom, "I like it."

I sighed in relief, "So now what?"

"Cake, dinner, venue, and lots more."

I sighed and pulled a chair out, "Why is wedding planning such a pain?"

"And we still have to buy you a dress," Marcie laughed.

I sighed again, "I hate life."

"But you love Ike," Marcie said sitting down beside me.

I nodded, "Can I get married in jeans?"

My mom rolled her eyes, "Of course not."

I stuck out my tongue, "But all of this is so-"

The front door slammed and Marcie, Mom, and I jumped. A few seconds later Ike came strolling into the kitchen, "I'm home!"

My mom gasped and grabbed up the wedding papers, "Ike! You can't see these!"

Ike threw his hands over his eyes, "Sorry, sorry!"

My mom shoved all the papers back in her bag, "We are good now Ike you can look."

Ike pulled down his hands and smiled at me, "Hey there Norah. Hi Marcie."

Marcie stood up, "Hey Ike." She side hugged him, "I have to get back to the kids and Hale before they make a mess."

Ike laughed.

"And I have to get back to your father," Mom sighed, "or I'll be eating cheep-o dinner again."

I hugged my mom and Marcie and then they both walked out of the kitchen.

"So how's the wedding going?" Ike asked.

I sighed, "Crazy stressful."

"I'm sorry," Ike said kissing my cheek, "I'll make dinner."

I looked at him, "Frozen pizza isn't dinner Ike."

"Sure it is," Ike said opening the freezer.

I rolled my eyes, "Why do I love you?"

"Because I am amazing. And back to the pizza, is has cheese, dairy. Meat. Tomatoes, some good veggies."

I laughed, "Okay, okay we will have pizza."

Ike smiled at me, "Just think in a few months we will be married and you, Norah West, will be all mine!"

"Now you sound like some evil person," I said setting the timer on the stove.

Ike tossed the pizza in, "I'm the good guy here."

"I know," I said curling myself into his arms, "you are the best guy."

Ike twirled my hair around his finger, "I love you."

"I love too."

Ike leaned down and kissed me, then he pulled back and smiled, "Late night TV and pizza for the win!" He ran into the living room.

"You are forgetting the pizza!" I called.

Ike backed into the room, "Ha, just kidding," he said stepping in front of the stove.

"Sure," I said rolling my eyes.

Ike smiled at me, "Love you."

I rolled my eyes again, "Love you too, and I'll be on the sofa."

Ike laughed, "Don't start TV watching without me!"

"No promises," I said giving him one quick kiss on the cheek and then I went into the living room. I sat on the sofa and tucked my legs under me.

"One hot pizza coming up!" Ike cried walking into the room.

I laughed and Ike sat down beside me, he sat the pizza down on his lap and tossed his arm around me. I smiled at him, "Thanks."

Ike kissed the top of my head, "It's no problem, I do love you."

I rested my head against his chest and took a piece of pizza, "I know."

And then together Ike and I snuggled down together and the stresses of wedding planning slowly slid away.

Author's Note: Don't kill me.

IT WAS MARCHING BAND!

Do you know how many hours I have slept on a weekend?!

One weekend I was up for twenty two hours straight and still had to go to school.

Yep.

But Marching band kicked butt, our best season yet.

And now Marching band is done till the spring and I just have to worry about passing classes.

Head desk.