Chapter 3
The next dayyy
You have an hour off any wedding things today.
You've arranged to meet up with Phil. You're quite excited to be educated on non-rich people things, like the music they listen to.
You walk down the path in the forest and stop at the bench where Phil is sitting waiting for you.
"Watcha listening to?" You poke his earphones.
"Fall Out boy. Here's your first lesson on good music." Phil takes out an earphone and hands it to you.
You place it in your ear and listen to the song.
It's got a beat to it that you've never heard before.
And actual lyrics, although you can barely understand what he's singing at some points.
"I fucking love this!" You exclaim. "It's so much better than piano and violin solos!"
Phil looks at you and smiles.
"I love this music! Please, show me more!"
"How much time do you have?"
"An hour."
"So much for you to learn but so little time to teach you."
"Okay, so let's not waste any more time! Come on!"
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You and Phil decide to go for a walk through the woods and into a field.
You both lay on the ground while listening to music.
"What's this band called?" You ask.
"My chemical romance." Phil tells you.
"This might be one of my favourites so far."
Phil looks over at you. "Then I have some bad news for you..."
You look over at him. "What is it?"
"There's no easy way to say this... but..." He sits up and sighs. "My Chemical Romance broke up."
"What?" You sit up and face him. He nods his head slowly. "NOOOOOO!"
Phil places his hand on your back.
"It'll be okay."
"It'll never be okay! I can't believe you'd do this to me! I will never trust you!"
You both look at each other before bursting out laughing.
"Okay but seriously this music is great. I can't believe I've went nineteen years without hearing it!" You and Phil lye back down.
Phil laughs slightly and continues to look up at the sky, but you just look at him.
His pale skin.
His raven black hair.
His his bright blue eyes.
And his smile that makes the world feel brighter.
"Hey Y/N, don't you have to be home by now?" Phil checks the time on the phone.
"Shit yeah." You both get up onto your feet. "This has been fun. Do you want to do it again tomorrow?"
"Of course. Maybe we could meet up somewhere that isn't the woods."
"Fuck yeah! When?"
"I don't know. Text me."
"Kay. Bye!"
"Goodbye!"
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Woah look a few minutes have passed.
"So N/N, who do you want to be your maid of honour?" Your mother asks as the two of you sit down in the second floor dining room.
"Well, I don't really know. Maybe-"
"How about Stacey?"
"I don't really want Stacey to be my maid of honour."
"But the two of you have been best friends for years!"
"No we have-"
"So I think she'd be the perfect person for it."
"I actually hate Stacey."
"Hey, that's your maid of honour you're talking about!"
"No it's not-"
"Nobody answered the door so I just let myself in... is that okay?" You hear a familiar voice and see a familiar person enter the room.
You met Stacey after your mother and her mother became friends when you were both 5.
She's a typical rich, snooty bitch that gets everything she wants.
I mean, you've gotten a lot of stuff you want, but she has always been a major brat.
You've always disliked her, but she pissed you off more than ever when you caught her kissing your boyfriend when you were 15.
After all the bullshit Stacey does, your mother still asks why you can't be more like her.
You look her up and down for the fake blonde curls, to the body modified by plastic surgery, to her white heels.
"Oh hello Stacey!" Your mother smiles.
"Hi! Sorry I'm late, I was helping my father with something. So, what kinds of maid of honour-y things will I be doing." She sits down beside you.
"You told her that she's the maid of honour, didn't you?" You look at your mother angrily.
"Yes, because she is. Now, let's get down to business. What colour are you guys thinking of for the bridesmaid dresses?" Your mother asks.
"Oh, I think-" You begin, but get cut off by Stacey.
"How about a red kind of colour?"
"But-"
"Yes! It would match perfectly with the roses!" Your mother exclaims.
"I don't really want them to be red." You say.
"But red is great! It matches the roses, and makes me look really good. It compliments my body." Stacey smiles.
"I've never understood that. How can a colour compliment your body?" You ask.
"How can you not know why?!" Your mother becomes obviously surprised.
"It's okay Mrs Y/L/N, she just doesn't get it because no colour compliments her body." Stacey smirks.
"That was rather rude Stacey." Your mother says. "But not wrong."
"Hey!" You shout defensively.
"No need to raise your voice N/N. Now, let's get onto the centre pieces..."
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Your mother and Stacey decide half the things about your wedding, including the rest of your bridesmaids.
You gave up on trying to help plan it half way through them talking and went up to your room.
You've secretly downloaded some of the music Phil showed you today and are now listening to Fall Out Boy and quietly singing along the it.
"Dance dance, we're fallin apart to half time! Dance dan-"
"Y/N!" You quickly switch off the music as your mother bursts in. "Oh, you're not ready to go."
"Go where?" You ask.
"On your date with Darren."
"What date?"
"The one you're about to go on. Duh. Now get ready, fast! He'll be here to pick you up soon!"
"But-"
"He's taking you to Jacino's, you know, that fancy Italian down the street. Look good."
"I always look good." You flick your hair.
"Sure..." Your mother trails off and grabs a purple/silver dress from your closet and throws it at you. "Don't take too long. Darren will be here any minute." She leaves the room to let you get ready.
You change into the dress, touch up your makeup and place a matching necklace and bracelet on then a pair of black high heels which are, like almost all your high heels, overwhelmingly too high.
You look at the flower Phil gave you, which is sitting on your nightstand.
You pick it up and sigh happily, thinking of him.
You grab a vase, fill it up with water from your bathroom, put the flower in it and place it back on the nightstand.
"Y/N! Darren's here!" Your mother shouts.
You groan and walk down the stairs to find Darren waiting for you at the bottom of them.
"Hello beautiful." Darren says, making you cringe. You can tell that he's also cringing at himself.
"Aw." Your mother smiles as you and Darren link arms. "Go on you two, we don't want you to miss your reservation."
You and Darren walk down the street to the restaurant, still with linked arms.
"Reservation under the name of Winters." Darren says to the waiter.
"Of course. Right this way, Mr Winters." The waiter leads the two of you to a table at the back of the room beside a waterfall.
It's slightly secluded from the other tables.
He pulls out the seat for you.
"Thank you." You fake smile and sit down.
"That's one nice boyfriend you've got there." The waiter smiles.
"Actually, I'm her fiancé." Darren corrects her.
"Ah, well, congratulations Mr Winters and soon to be Mrs Winters. Here are the menus." The waiter hands you each a menu before walking away.
Mrs Winters.
Y/N Winters.
Is that really who you want to become?
Hiiii I'm so so so so so SO sorry for not updating on time.
I know this isn't the day I'm meant to update, but I promise I'm still going to try and update tomorrow, although I cannot guarantee it.
I've got rehearsals almost every day this week, so updates will be pretty bad.
SoRrY!
Anyway, I gtg.
I'm watching friends and I still need to update 'Don't Leave'
So yeah.
Bye lads.
~Noonpad~