WEEEEEWWOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEE NEXT CHAPTER IS WEDDING CHAP! also sry for not updating in forever, i was kinda busy with the new story SORRY
Danielle's POV
"This dress makes me look so fat" I say as I try on another dress. Why are they all so pretty but yet, not good enough?
"Danielle, shut up! You look so fucking gorgeous..." Says Xi, my best friend, "the dress is pretty enough, let's take it", as I turn to face her I give her a sidelook and walk in to the changing room once more. I just can't seem to find the right one! UGH! This is so frustrating...
"Come on, Dany! We've been here for eight hours, just choose a damn dress!" I hear Xi yell from the waiting room. I know she is tired, I am too, but I can't leave here without the dress. I need the perfect dress to marry the perfect boy.
I make my way down the halls full of dresses. No. Nope. Nop. This one's pretty, I'll try it on. Fifteen minutes more pass before I enter the changing room to try one of the dresses on when I hear something. Tyler. What the fuck is that boi doing here?! Wasn't he supposed to go help Josh with his tux? I go out to go and see what is Ty doing here. When I get out, Xi and Ty stop yelling at each other and stare at me with this weird faces. Is then when I remember I am wearing a black, long-sleeved, gown with lace that I was trying on.
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"What.The.Fuck.Is.That...?" asks Xi, obviously shocked by the dress, "and why is it black...?"
"It's just... white doesn't feel like me, you know?" I answer plainly.
"I completely agree with that" Tyler chimes in, a smile forming on his lips. "I think it's absolutely magnific, Danielle" I smile in response
"Well, if my best friend is happy with it, I like it" says Xi calming a little bit more.
I look down and realize this is it. This is the dress. I'm going to get married with the boy of my dreams in this same dress. I start feeling so happy tears start forming on my eyes. A blonde assistant comes in the room and notices I am crying, so she reaches for me.
"Are you ok, sweetie?" she asks me. I nod.
"I found it." is all I have to say for her to understand that everything is more than ok, everything is great. I swirl a little bit on my spot, feeling the soft satin brushing against my skin. Another assistant, this one a redhead, enters the room with a bottle of champagne and three cups. Suddenly, my phone rings and I see it's Josh. I wipe my tears and answer it.
"Hey Joshy" I answer the phone trying to hide the fact that I'm crying.
"Hi baby, what's wrong?" He asks a little concerned
"Nothing is just... I found the dress" I sniff a little, "do you mind if it's black?"
"Uh, not at all. Actually, I was thinking I don't want to wear a tuxedo... is that ok by you?" he asks
"Sure, as long as you are there and you look as hot as ever" I laugh
Now, shoes can't be that hard to find, right? I mean, some heels or something. Preferably black. I'll call Jenna and ask her if she can help. I ring and she doesn't answer, so I ring again. This time, a panting Jenna answers the phone.
"Ugh, what do you want, Dany?" she akss, obviously annoyed
"Uh... just wanted to ask if you can help me with the shoes..." I answer
"yeah, um, be there in a sec" she says a little too quickly. Just when I thought the conversation was over, I hear Jenna say one more thing, "okay, lets finish this off, babe" It is when I hear Tyler giggle that I know I shouldn't be listening. So I stay... and listen.
Saying it was awkward would be an understatement. You know, Tyler can be... loud (and I always thought bottoms weren't). So aNYWAYS. Jenna's on her way to help. Hope she doesn't take much since most of the afternoon was spent with her smol-but-loud husband and now it's kinda late. I still need to look for accessories and a... honeymoon gift for Josh.
Thirty minutes more pass before Jenna gets to the mall. Where was she?! Doesn't she realize that it's eight-o-clock??!!
"Jenna, where the f-" she cuts me off
"Josh wants to see you" she says plainly
"But the shoes-" again.
"I'll take it from here", she gives me a smile, "trust in me"
"So I just waited for you three fucking hours for you to come here and tell me to leave?" I say obviously annoyed by her and by my really-fucking-hot fiancé
"Yup!" Jenna starts pushing me but I refuse to move, "come on, he really needs you"
I just nod and start walking towards my car. What could Josh want at this hours of the night? I do hope it has nothing to do with the wedding, 'cause I'm exhausted. I start the engine and make my way down to our pretty, small apartment. When I'm about halfway through I get a call from Josh, so I answer.
"Hey babe"
"Dany... how far away are you?" he asks, a hint of desesperation in his voice
"Uh... about fifteen minutes, why?" I answer checking Waze to see what it said
"Uugghhh!" I hear him drop on the couch
"Is everything fine?" I ask, letting my concern show to make sure is not just another one of Josh's tantrums. He usually cuts it when he knows I'm concerned
"Babe, I'm like... so horny"
Oh
OooOOooooOOoooOOOOoooh
So that's it
"Can't you just, like",cough, "Jerk off or something?"
"Is not the same, Dany" I can hear him pouting
"Well, you gotta wait 'cause traffic's shit" I say trying to hide how funny I find this situation
"Baaaaaaaaabe" he drawls out, "hurry"
"Fine, I'll try to see what I can do" I tell him and hang up
I'm there in about ten more minutes. I get out of my car and grab my bag. Just as I open the door, I'm greeted with a shirtless, very sweaty Josh on my lips. I don't say anything. I just let him kiss me.
"Finally" he says in between kisses " I've missed this lips so much"
"I've only been gone for two days" I laugh
"I don't care, I misssed them" he stops with the heated kissing, "Every moment I'm away from you, I miss you. I miss your laugh, your eyes, your hair, your lips. I miss you" I look into his pretty, brown eyes, at his freckles too. Thinking about how perfect he is. I don't care about anything that happened between us before. I just care about us after. I'm thinking all this super pretty stuff, but all I can say to him is
