Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA
Patricia's POV
I wake up from my 2-hours of sleep, to the sound of an alarm.
"Emma… Switch the damn thing off," I say, groaning.
"Well morning to you too…" she says, before slamming the alarm. Oh yea, I forgot to mention – today was the day of my wedding, that is, Eddie and I. She had come over to sleep at my apartment, while Eddie went over to theirs (Jake and Emma's). We weren't going to see the guys until when I have to walk down the aisle…
"Whatever… Gosh I'm so tired…" I complain.
"Couldn't sleep?" she smirks.
"Well duh? I was getting married the next day; excuse me for being flipp'n nervous…" I say, with a hint of attitude.
"Well I slept FINE… Regarding the fact that my BFF was getting married the next day…" she smiles.
"Yea, yea… Go take the first shower, and HURRY," I said, knowing Emma, she would take at least 3 hours.
"Yes ma'am," she says in a mocking tone and head towards the bathroom.
Ug, that feeling you have that you've forgotten something… In 9 hours' time, I'd be Mrs Eddie Miller. Piper was coming over to the apartment, along with my mum to help me with everything – the dress, the make-up, the hair, etc.
Ding, ding
Gosh, already? I look up at the clock that was hanging on the wall. 7:20am! Flip… They said they'd be here by nine… Seeing the Emma was in the shower, I had to get it.
"Coming!" I shout.
I open the door, only to be attacked.
Attacked with a breath-choking hug from my 'other-half', Piper.
"Ug Piper, GET OFF ME!" I yell, suffocating.
"Congraties, sis, congraties!" she squeals. Damn, she can be annoying… Getting married at age 19 wasn't quite normal, was it? But anyways…
"You guys are early…" I complained…
"Sorry… Your sister kept me awake half the night asking me to drive right over…" Mum said, looking tired.
"Whatever… I'm going to go take a shower," I say, heading towards the bedroom.
"EMMA! GET OUT OF THERE!" I scream, banging the door. The door opens, only to reveal her with her hair wrapped in a towel as well as her body. THANK GOODNESS…
"Geez, clam down, Trixie. I only took…" she looks up at the clock. "And hour…" she grins and walks over to her overnight bag that she brought.
I walk into the bathroom and set the temperature for the bath, push a button, and walked out to get my clothes. Just then, my phone vibrates, indicating that I'd gotten a text message. It was from Eddie – surprise, surprise (note my sarcasm there…).
Morning Mrs Miller (: cnt wai l8r!
I grinned and chucked my phone back onto my bed and headed towards the shower.
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4 hours later
Mum, Piper, Emma and I were in the make-up room. Mum and Piper were doing my hair, and Emma, my make-up.
"Keep still, Williamson," she complained.
"Well try not to shove my hair up my nostril next time, yea?" I replied sarcastically.
"Whatever… Hey, can you believe that after goodness-knows-how-many-years-we've-been-together, and me calling you 'Williamson' – that's gonna change?" she said quietly.
"Yea… And I'll be calling you 'Marith' from tomorrow!" I exclaimed. Oh yea – Emma and Jake were getting married tomorrow, so I was leaving for my honeymoon a day late – not that I cared. I was happy that my best friend was getting married, but not on the same day as me…
"That's so weird…" she said softly, a few tears escaping from her eyes.
"Hey… don't cry… you don't want me to cry and ruin my make-up too, do you?" I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. My mum and Piper were just carrying on with my hair, not interfering with our 'friendship' moment.
"Haha, yea," she said, quickly wiping her eyes and smiling.
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2 hours later
"AHHH! WHERE'S MY DRESSSSSS?" I exclaimed.
"YOU STILL HAVEN'T PUT IT ON?" came Emma's voice, frustrated.
"WELL I NEED TO KNOW WHERE IT IS, YOU KNOW!" I screamed back. Seriously – I was in big trouble. I had to walk down that flipp'n aisle in an hours' time, and I still wasn't organised. Just then, Piper walks in, carrying my dress and dancing.
"WILLIAMSON!" I yelled.
"Ahh!" Ha, she got a fright.
"WHY THE EFF DO YOU HAVE MY DRESS?" I exclaim.
"You left it in the car, so I got it…" she looked triumphant.
"Well, hand it over. I gotta change, and FAST!"I say, before snatching the dress out of her hands and rushing into the bathroom. Mum and Emma were busy doing last-minute-checking. I sigh and quickly pull the dress up. I grab my shoes that were just outside the bathroom and I put them on.
GOSH, toda THE day… And a big one too…
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(A/N: Right – first things first. I want to apologize for not updating – I'm as sick/ill as a dog… ): Secondly, I have exams… Phoey… Now I know those are pathetic excuses, but please just excuse me… Thx… Review!)