Chapter 30: Bridezilla

It was one of those boring days; you know the ones where your sitting in your bedroom making plans for the future that you know are never going to happen. Yeah, that was the day.

I still had yet to squeeze the truth out from Dinah - the truth about the awkward week in the cave and the camping trip in the mountains where we did nothing but play stupid games and walk around camp like we knew what we were actually doing. It was pathedic.

Roy hadn't talked to me for the rest of the week, which honestly I loved, but it also seemed awkward, and I was not the one who liked awkwardness.

Unfortunately, I had no leisure to keep up the awkwardness around the house since Dinah had now stated to the press that I was sorta part of their family. And when I say family, I mean the confusing, messed up part about how Roy was evidently adopted by Oliver and Oliver and Dinah were going to get married in less than two weeks - which made Dinah much more jumpy than normal.

So there I was, staring at the ceiling in mental pain as Dinah searched and searched for an expensive outfit for her wedding. For me.

"How about this one?" She asked me. I sighed and sat up, twisting and turning to look at the glowing computer screen. I gagged.

"Hell, no. If I have to wear pink, I might as well kill myself now and put all my enemies out of their misery." Dinah sighed as I threw my face into the pillow.

"Okay, so no pink." Dinah laughed. "You should be glad you're not one of my bridesmaids then, though you would look really good in the light pink gowns I chose."

"I'm not your bridesmaid."

"I know, though I wish you would've just thought about the offer before you practically blew up the house."

"I did not blow up the house."

"You sure did look like you would." I rolled my eyes and stuck my face back into the pillow. "How about this one?" I looked at the screen and sighed.

"You know what? You can choose the dress. I don't care. As long as its not pink." Dinah laughed.

"Sounds good. No pink." She got up and left and I heard the door open, but it didn't close.

"Wow, no pink? That's a first." I groaned and threw my face back into the pillow. Roy sat down on the bed next to me and leaned back against the headboard.

"What do you want, Roy?" I asked through the pillow. I could practically see him smirking.

"What? I can't come and talk to my little sister?" The thought freaked me out as I shot up.

"I'm older than you." I said. Roy rose his brow.

"No you're not." He countered. I laughed.

"When are you turning nineteen?" I asked slyly.

"Next year."

"Exactly." His brow rose again as I sat up.

"Aren't you turning eighteen next year?"

"Wow, you have a really bad memory don't you? Or is it just that you have not done your research. FYI, Roy, I'm already eighteen and my nineteenth birthday is coming up sooner than I expected."

"When is it?"

"Why do you want to know?" Roy was quiet.

"M'gann needs this information for..."

"Nope. She's not doing anything for my birthday. It's a stupid day and I wish to just skip all the sentimental stuff."

"What happened to you as a child?" That question made me freeze and tense up. I knew what I was supposed to answer, but how could I? Roy seemed to be able to see right through me.

"Nothing." I said suddenly, feeling like an idiot for my awkward response. "I should go check up on Dinah to see how she's doing with dress picking." I got up quickly and left, leaving Roy confused and suspicous.

I didn't feel bad or anything, that wasn't it. I just couldn't open up to people. Roy, the team, hell, even Dinah. The Justice League knew what was going on and what I was up to, and even in how much danger Dinah and Oliver were putting themselves - and Roy - into to keep me safe. I appreciated it a lot, honestly, but I couldn't bring myself to go public with this.

"Dinah." I said, opening the already opened door. Dinah sat at Oliver's work desk, laptop in front of her and a phone to her ear as she tapped the pad of paper with the sharpened pencil. I smiled.

I stepped in, closing the door behind me and sitting down in front of her, not bothering to even glance at her screen. She smiled at me and put out her pointer figer to tell me to wait a moment. She said her thank you's and goodbye's. She sighed as she hung up the phone.

"Okay, so your dress is ordered, and now all we have to do is find and order some jewelry and excessories." I groaned as Dinah perked up happily. "So. The dress can go either gold or silver, so which one do you like better?"

"You're asking her that? You gotta be kidding me. If you weren't picking out a dress for her, she'd go to your wedding wearing jeans." Roy said, evidentally wanting to contradict everything I said. I glared at him.

"I would not!" I denied. Roy smirked and folded his arms.

"Oh, yeah? What would you do then?" Roy asked. I smiled.

"I wouldn't go at all."

"Wow. Rude much?"

"Who wants me at their wedding anyway? I was born and raised as a complete bitch. I don't party, and here's a little tip: no one likes me!" Roy laughed and I glared at him again.

"True. All of those points are very true. But have you ever considered the fact that some people are nice enough to actually awknowledge you?" Roy was just pushing it. And it was pissing me off.

"Someone like you? Because obviously you awknowledge my thoughts and opinions but you're still a complete d-"

"Okay, you two!" Dinah stood up and shouted, interrupting the most important word in my sentence. I could practically see the pressure of the wedding weighing her down. The dark circles under her eyes, the slimmer-than-normal figure, the millions of papers and plans spread out across the office's desk and floor. It was chaos. She sighed. "I regret not making you my maid of honor..."

I freaked.

"What the Hell!"

"Calm down, Sarah! Jesus! I swear, Oliver's going to need a new best man if you two keep on fighting like this! Can't you be nice for once? Huh?"

Roy and I were quiet. I had never seen Dinah in that state before. Angry as Hell. A crazy bitch... Bridezilla. The only thing my brain could seem to process was the phrase: Holy Shit!

"I don't think we can..." Roy said at the same time as I murmured "...Nope..."

Dinah stared at us with a depressed look on her face. Her face suddenly became hard.

"Make me a deal." She said sternly. "When the day of my wedding comes around I want the both of you to be nice to eachother. If that means not looking at eachother, not talking to eachother, or not interacting with eachother in any way, shape or form, then you make certain that I hear no complaints that you two were about to kill eachother, okay?"

"Wait. Does that mean the whole twenty-four hours or just when we go to the wedding?" Roy asked. Dinah stared at him and smirked. Her smirk was pretty nerve racking. She had always been nice and calm and sweet to most people, especially the team. But now she was like a mini-devil. A mini-devil with D-cups, fiance/arm-candy, and a hell of a lot of money.

"The whole twenty-four hours." She said. I swallowed. How the hell was I supposed to be nice to Roy for a whole freaking twenty-four hours! I can barely keep my mouth shut for ten minutes! Especially when he's being an asshole! "Now, why don't you two go practice, huh? You'll need a lot of it..."

Okay, so I was official scared. Roy and I got out of there the first chance we got. My eyes were wide as I closed the office door.

"Holy shit..." Roy murmured. "What the Hell just happened?"

"You just got you're first experience dealing with a bridezilla." I answered. Roy rose his brow.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that when you get married, don't piss off your wife. She'll rip your head off like a lion at a hugely populated watering hole." I smiled and Roy looked at me with a confused expression on his face. If Roy ever got married, I'd be there. 'Cause one things for sure... Roy plus wedding plus a crazy bridezilla bitch doesn't equal fantasy. It equals Roy fucking up too many times to count...