Hey everyone! Well since we last spoke I have been having a wonderful time telling my parents about the insomnia and having it not go so well, but still having more than 3 hours of sleep for the first time in months. I'm sure you can understand that I am on a wild ride at the moment, so honestly this could be a hit or a miss. Let me know. Tell me what you think. I swear to god, I live for reviews.

-Aislin

"Do I have to go with her?" Happy whined. Happy didn't ever whine, but today she was making an exception. She wanted to Toby to tell her she should stay home.

"Nope, it's necessary," He repeated.

"And you're sure you can't come?" She tried.

"According to tradition, I am not allowed," He repeated for the fifteenth time. She was desperately trying to get out of going wedding dress shopping with Paige. Paige was the maid of honor mostly because Happy didn't spend any time with any other women. It was decided that as much as she wanted it, Walter could not be a bridesmaid.

Anyway, she didn't want a dress. She didn't want to look at any bridesmaids dresses. She didn't care about dresses. Dresses were inefficient. You can't scale a wall in a dress. You can't run in a dress. It's hard to do work in a dress. Overall, dresses suck(in her opinion at least).

"Screw tradition," She argued. "We have never upheld tradition before."

"Please, all we do is follow tradition. I asked you out. I asked you to marry me. All we do is follow the norm. Why stop now?" He rolled his eyes.

"I think you're forgetting that I'm into manual labor and you're a feelings guy," She pointed out. "We are not traditional."

"Either way, you're going with Paige," He stated.

"You are not in charge of me," She placed her tiny hands on her hips.

"No, you're right. I'm not," He admitted. "But Paige is."

"No, she isn't. I have my own free will," Happy responded indignantly.

"Please, she is even scarier than you, and she doesn't even threaten people," he laughed.

"I am plenty scary,"She defended herself.

"Yes, but you only threaten bodily harm. Paige threatens to make your life a living hell. Now, do you want that?" He questioned.

She pulled on her jean jacket and started to walk out the door. "My life is already a living hell," she muttered to herself.

"I heard that," He yelled at her retreating figure.

"This is going to be so much fun," Paige gushed happily. They had been together for exactly three minutes and twenty three seconds and Happy was already ready to jump out the car.

"No it isn't," She murmured.

"I promise you that there will be a dress that you love," Paige assured Happy.

"I don't like dresses," Happy sighed, "let alone love them."

"There is a perfect dress for everyone," Paige informed Happy.

The only response Paige got from Happy was a snort and an eye roll.

As soon as they arrived at the store and Happy started to try on dresses, things slowly got worse and worse. The woman helping them pick a dress informed Paige that this was the pickiest bride she had ever met(and the meanest). Paige had to agree. Happy had found a flaw in every single dress they had tried on, and she wasn't willing to look past them.

"Happy," Paige tried calmly, "Is there a particular style of dress that you like? Just so the staff know what to look for."

"I don't want to look like a princess," She stated.

"Ok," Paige accepted and turned her head to the staff. "Can you do that? What is the least frilly thing you have?" Even Paige had limits on her patience. A human being could only take so much. She was desperate to get out of the store. It was like being trapped in a torture chamber.

"Paige, can we please just go home?" Happy begged.

"We are going to find you a dress," Paige promised yet again.

Happy sighed and fell into a chair. There was no fighting with Paige. When Paige wanted something to happen, it happened. It didn't matter who wasn't happy about it.

The employee was in the process of shoving Happy into yet another dress. They had stopped even showing her the dresses before putting her in them. Happy didn't understand why everyone thought these dresses were so important. Why should she spend one thousand dollars on something she had to wear on one occasion?

"I think you'll like this one," the employee promised(as she did with every single dress).

Happy was considering pretending to like the dress just so that she could leave. She was ready to go home and murder Toby for making her go through this.

The lady finished and led Happy, once again, to the waiting room to see Paige. Paige widened her eyes and just stared at Happy. "What are you looking at?" Happy questioned.

"I just," Paige seemed on the verge of tears, "I think this is your dress."

Happy looked in the mirror. She didn't look like a princess. She looked intense. She looked like herself. "We can go home now," She announced.

"So how was your day?" Toby questioned the second she stepped through the door.

"It was a day wasted," She sighed.

"So you didn't find a dress? You know that means you'll have to go again," He taunted.

"I got a damn dress," she admitted.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I don't buy things I don't like," She revealed.

"Wow," He gasped. "Happy freaking Quinn likes a dress. It is the end of the world."

"I still find the concept stupid and I think they are inefficient," She defended. He pulled her so that she was sitting on top of him. Her cradled her small frame in his arms. She placed her face into his neck, a sign that she was finally ready to relax for the night.

"I'm glad you like your dress," Toby informed her.

"It was still a waste of a day," she teased. Toby snorted. Even when she was ready to calm down, she was difficult.

"I look forward to seeing you in it," He laughed.

"If I don't cancel our engagement before our wedding day."

"You won't."

"I won't."