Chapter 5
"I'm here! I'm here! I'm here! I'm ready to help pick your wedding dress!" Your mother rushes into the dress shop.
You've only recently began to try on dresses for the wedding, but most of them have been ugly, according to Stacey.
"I'm....picking... am.... an... dress!" Your cousin, Sarah, whom has quickly turned herself into the stereotypical drunk bridesmaid.
"How much has she had?" Your mother asks.
"Too much." Abigail rolls her eyes.
"I'm gonna down these martinis!" Sarah holds two martinis up in the air.
"Oh, can I get one? It'll make this process less fucking gruelling..." You say, mumbling that last part.
"Okay, let me just take these away..." Your mother takes the two martinis and places them on a table on the other side of the tiny shop.
"Party pooper."
"So, have you got measured yet?" Your mother turns back to you.
"Yep."
"Alright. Let's do this."
You spend the next five hours trying on different dresses, including the ones in the following pictures.
Yet none of these were good enough for your mother.
"I want you to have one like I did. Oh how beautiful I looked when I got married to your father..." Your mother sighs.
"Let's face it, Y/N's not even going to look half as good as you did, and I've not even seen what you were like." Stacey laughs.
"I'd still look better than you bitch." You whisper.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Well, it would be extremely hard for someone to look as wonderful as I did... Oh how perfect the dress was..." Your mother brings herself into a daydream, closing her eyes and spinning around. She walks backwards and into a dress.
"Oops." The turns around to look at it, then gasps. "This is going to be the one. N/N, try this dress on right now."
You take the dress and try it on, of course after taking fifteen minutes to figure it all out.
You waltz out and immediately look in the mirror.
You then look at your mother, who has a massive grin on her face.
"Spin."
You do as your told, and spin around three times.
You look back at your mother again, who's beginning to tear up.
She holds her hands up to her face and nods her head.
"That's it. That's the one. It's perfect."
"Really? I think it's a bit too-"
"Shut up Stacey. This is the dress you're going to get married in, Y/N. This is the one."
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"That one looks like a bunny."
"Really? I thought it was a dick."
"Honestly Y/N." Phil laughs.
The two of you are lying down on a clearing in the middle of a clearing in the forest.
This is the day after dress shopping, of course.
"I'm sorry!" You giggle.
"There's a snowflake. It's coming towards me. Full speed."
You look over at Phil as a small snowflake floats down from the sky.
His eyes follow the crystal-like snowflake as it lands on the tip of his nose.
"The first snowflake of this winter..." You say dramatically before a few more snowflakes begin to fall from the sky.
You watch Phil, extremely confused, as he stands up, tilts his head back and opens his mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask.
"I'm eating the snowflakes. Have you never done that?"
"I've never been outside with snow for a long period of time..."
"So you've missed out on snowmen? Snow angels? Snowball fights?!"
"What's a snowball fight?"
"You don't even know what a snowball fight is?"
You shake your head.
At this point, the snow has fallen and created a glittery, pearl white blanket on the no longer bright green grass.
"Okay... Well... They kind of go..." Phil bends down and creates a ball with the snow. "Like this!" He throws the snowball right at your face.
"Hey!"
"Come on, throw one back!"
You bend down and create a snowball for yourself.
"Hiiiiya!" You aim and throw the ball right at Phil.
"Nice shot!"
"I can do much better!"
"Bring it on!"
You continue the snowball fight for around another half hour.
Soon the two of you are almost completely covered head to toe in snow.
"Ah! You win!" Phil falls to the ground after you throw a ball at him, hitting right between the legs.
"Cum shot. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. You know your phone is ringing, right?"
"I do now." You take your phone out of your pocket and look at it. "Ugh. It's my mother. Probably trying to get me to come home. I should answer."
"Nope!" Phil grabs the phone from you.
"Hey! Give it back!"
"Well, you don't want to go home. Do you?"
"Fuck no."
"Well, don't answer. Just say it ran out of charge."
"Hm... okay. I feel so rebellious! Can I get it back now?"
"Wait. Give me a second to spam you."
"What?"
Phil pulls up camera roll and begins to take non-stop selfies.
"Hey! You'll take up my space!"
"That's the point!" Phil laughs.
You chase him around, trying the snatch back the phone whole uncontrollably laughing at the funny faces Phil is making, and internally awing at how perfect he still looks.
"Let me in one!" You rush over jump up onto Phil's back.
"This is a non-consensual piggy back!"
Phil grabs your arms and pushes you off, but you drag him down into the snow with you.
He stands up and holds his hand out to help you up.
He pulls you up onto your feet, both of you refusing to stop making eye contact.
That's when the laughing stops.
You stare up at him, he stares back down at you.
You both slowly begin to lean in.
"Y/N!" You hear your Abigail and Sarah shout and run over to you. "Where've you been? Your mother's worried about you. Come on!"
They grab your wrist and begin to drag you away.
"Oh... uh... I-I'll see you later then!" You wave to Phil.
"Yeah..." Phil smiles and waves. "Bye."