Finally 18 (girlxgirl)

Chapter 33

"You should curl it, it looks awesome curled," Emma smiles, standing behind me in the mirror.

"Just curls?" I ask.

"What's wrong with curls?"

"Well, I was thinking a messy, curly four braid updo?"

"That takes patience, which I don't have."

"It's my wedding day, just do it."

She sighs and grabs a comb, combing through my disheveled hair.

"..do you think she'll come?" I ask Emma, knowing she already knows who I'm talking about.

"I'm not sure, Coop. We all know Alex, and we know she's not gonna just sit around and watch you marry someone who isn't her."

"..yeah, but..she's gotta come..right?"

"..Cooper, I love you..but let's get real."

I sigh, and get this stinging feeling behind my eyes. Tears? Am I about to cry?

Shit, no, I just did my makeup.

..wait, am I crying over Alex?

"Don't cry, not on your wedding," Emma sighs, kissing my forehead.

I close my eyes and lean back in the chair while Emma does my hair.

My mind starts wandering, thinking about flannel shirts, and big mansions, and gray eyes. I start to think of my wedding dress, it's an A-line, strapless, plain white dress that's tight, with ruching until it gets to my mid-stomach, and then it poofs out into a big mess. It's satin, with tulle underneath the bottom and has no fancy beading.

"What shoes did we decide again?" I ask.

"The black, toe strap, heels," she smiles.

"I hate heels, they are gonna be hell to walk in."

"Beauty is pain, babe."

"Fuck yeah," I groan.

"Ok, your hair's done."

I look in the mirror and see the perfect updo Emma has given me the honor to wear on my wedding day. "Aww, I love it," I sigh, relieved something is going ok today.

"Do you?" she smiles.

"Yes!" My bangs are pulled back in a braid, and there's curly hairs coming out everywhere.

"Good, now let's get that dress on, yeah?"

I nod and stand, walking over to the rack that my dress is sitting on. I grab it off and unzip the little carrying bag it's in. I slowly pull it out and lay it on a little table that's sitting beside it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?" mom asks, running over to Emma and I.

"We're just about to put the dress on," Emma says.

"Not now!"

"Why not?" I sigh.

"It's too early!"

"The wedding starts in like thirty minutes," Emma says.

"Putting on your dress is the very last thing you wanna do."

"Mom, I'm sure we're fine," I sigh.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine, whatever. Ruin the dress if you want."

I roll my eyes too as she walks away. "Hate her," I joke.

"She can be a handful," Emma shrugs. "Now, c'mon, strip for me."