This Is The Primetime (Sequel To "Try Not To Fall For The Blue Haired Douche")

Chapter 19

He also still called me the names he's called me for years. Laurey, Laurette, Webb, Princess... That imediately reminded me of the Twitter name he gave me. Joshie's Princess. I smiled. 

Nicole came back, and sat back down next to me. She looked at the picture. "Josh and Lauren Ramsay. I think it has a nice ring to it." she said.

I drank some water and puffed my cheeks out. "Matt and Nicole Webb. You sound like the couple who created the internet." I said. 

She laughed. "We're not even married yet." she said. I smiled.

"Neither are me and Josh." I said. She rolled her eyes and ruffled my hair. 

"You're getting married tomorrow. I have full right to call you Lauren Ramsay. Anyway, you should go to bed. You look exhausted." she said. I smiled and she left.

I curled up in the guest bed, and put my phone up next to my face. I decided to text Josh, to see if he was still awake. No doubt he was, because of his insomnia.

1:47 AM : Well, I just had a mental breakdown/anxiety attack. I think I'm all good for tomorrow :)

1:49 AM : U alright? And funny. So did mom

1:49 AM : I'm fine. Explaination please?

1:50 AM : I'm actually exhausted. Mom was keeping me on the phone because she was freaking out about, I quote, her 'baby boy is getting married!' Dad had to calm her down. 

1:52 AM : Wow. I got one text and it was from Matt telling me Icky keeps playing with my makeup and mom is pissed because he's leaving marks everywhere.

1:55 AM : Interesting..?

1:59 AM : :) Anyways, that mental breakdown took a lot of me. I'm SOOOOOO tired. Night. Loves ya xxoo

2:00 AM : Loves ya xxoo. I'll prove that tomorrow :-*

I smiled tiredly. Josh and I always had this thing where no matter what time it was, if we hadn't fallen asleep yet, we will always call it 'tomorrow'.

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Today was the day. THE day. I tried my best to keep my nerves down, but I kept biting at the skin around my nails, so I knew my anxiety was bad. 

(A/N: Biting the skin around you're nails is a common sign of a developping anxiety problem, or if you already have anxiety problems, in case you didn't know.)

Nicole grabbed my hands and held them down. "It's going to be fine. You aren't going to have an anxiety attack, and he isn't going to change his mind." she said. 

"I know... Geez, I always thought of all people, I wouldn't be freaking out about a wedding." I said. She smiled. 

"So did I." she chuckled. I looked out the window and tapped my fingers against my legs. 

"Did you guys ever even tell your fans about the wedding?" Nicole asked. Did we?

"No, I guess we didn't." I said. "Eh, we can do it later." 

"Later, you'll already be married." she reminded me. 

"So? Most of his fans saw him propose, then after we're married we'll just post something on Twitter. Pictures, my new name, I dunno." I said. She rolled her eyes. 

"You both are meant for each other. You both forget to tell your fans about you getting married. You're meant for each other." she said. I smiled.