Hey there,
Thank you all so much for you messages, especially the hunting/murdering ones, they made me laugh, it was kinda reassuring the measures people would go to to read.
So I've been extrodinarily busy, and I had this chapter, and was like 'what the heck' *post* so here it is. It's really not that good, and I'm sorry for that, but I promise the next chapter will be worth wild.
I am so excited for the next chapter, so you should to and yeah.
So guess what?!?! Turns out I may actually have a chance of making some sort of dream come true, its a slap in the face, reality is slapping me in the face. And I wanted the nation of this here united countries of Earth to hear first. anyways, when I get more info, I'll be sure to let you know.
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so here is the story *insert downwards arrow*
CHAPTER FOURTY- FIVE
CHARLOTTE’S POV
One day of being me, Charlotte Gunner.
One day of walking around; flirting with other guys my age; enjoying life; being free.
One more day until I will be wed in holy matrimony to the man of my dreams.
I shifted in Archer’s arm, making a small noise as I checked the time behind me. 1:30 pm.
Shit.
“Archer!” I pushed his arms away from me and ran into the wardrobe, pulling out a thin dress and a pair of heels.
When I came back into the room, Archer’s head was still on the pillow, his arm thrown over his eyes.
I tore the blankets away, “Archer! We have practise today!”
He sat up, “Fuck”
And running into his wardrobe, he began to throw clothes around.
“Shit” My feet ran to the bathroom, a toothbrush finding my mouth and scrubbing away. Archer joined me soon after and we both stood and scrubbed, and did our hair.
Finishing, I went into the bedroom again and pulled out the vows I had written a last night and stuffed them into my pocket, smiling as I watched Archer fixing up his blonde-rooted-black hair and grinning.
“Is this the part where you say handsome and shoot the mirror with finger guns?” I giggled, and slipped into the heels, laughing as he frowned at me and shrugged.
Coming into the room, he placed his hands on my hips and looked down at me, his teeth catching his bottom lip and his eyes looking everywhere else except for mine. Nervous.
“Looks like it’s you turn to have a freak out?” I cupped his face.
Archer sighed and leaned towards me, his arms winding around me and holding me against his chest, “I’m not freaking out, I guess reality is slapping me across the face”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure” Kissing his chin, I pulled away and led him out of the room, and down to the car garage.
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“You guys are so late. Father was going to leave” Sean clapped Archer on the shoulder when we walked hand in hand into the church. Archer shrugged and pulled me along.
He wasn’t talking.
He hadn’t said much in the car, or on the walk here. It was like he didn’t want to believe anything was happening.
“Come on, Arch” I smiled and looked up at him, but he just sighed and found the pew towards the front, near where Archer’s father, my brother and our party were.
Father Bailey stood from his priest seat when he saw that we had arrived, nodding to us as he walked over with a stick holding him up.
“Mr Braxton and Miss Gunner, it is quite nice of you both to join us” His croaky sarcasm snapped at us. I smiled at him and waved, stepping towards him and kissing his cheeks.
“How are you this fine afternoon father?” I grinned and pushed Archer forwards, who reluctantly shook Father’s hand and looked down.
Father raised an eyebrow, “What’s his problem? Nerves?”
I shrugged.
Father laughed and clapped Archer on the shoulder, forcing, what looked to be a little boy, stare up and give a small smile.
“Marriage is just another way of showing the world that she is yours, put it that way” Father brought his hand to Archer’s neck and then tapped his chin with his open palm.
“I guess you’re right father” Archer moaned, and turned to me, only slightly.
Father raised his walking stick and made a noise, turning and hitting Archer with the stick, “Of course I am right, the Lord God is within me, boy”
I covered my mouth, repressing a laugh as Archer hold his shoulder, and Father went to face the alter, bowing and kissing it, “Let’s begin”
Henry and Kaelb stood up from their seats, walking over to me and standing by my side. Henry was the first to speak.
“Good afternoon, Charlotte, how are you? Or should I say, where were you, this practise was supposed to start an hour ago” He raised his hand and took my elbow, raising an eyebrow as he said so.
I gave him a grin, “Nowhere, I swear it was all Archer’s fault” Pointing to the boy standing next to Father. Clearly my whispered words weren’t whispered because he stuck out his tongue and said something to Sean, who laughed and got scolded by Father.
“I’m sure it was”
Kaelb laughed and nudged me, “I bet you any money, old man, that they were finally getting it on”
“Kaelb!”
He shrugged, “What?”
I shook my head as he took my other elbow, laughing as I beat red in the face, “Ass—“ I stopped myself before swearing and simply kicked him in the shin.
That shut him up.
When we reached the entrance of the church, Father stood and told Archer and everyone else where to stand.
Father asked Sophie, Kay and even Jamie, who after much protest got to stand up, and on the other side stood Sean, Timmy and Isaac. Archer stood between the two groups and had his back to me, something about making it special for the ‘real deal’.
“Okay, now slowly bring her down” Father called, sitting in his chair and watching as we walked slowly as can be down the red lined carpet of the church. Henry was trying to keep his mouth shut, but it wasn’t really working, every time Father would mention something we were doing wrong, Henry would laugh and turn it into something disturbing. Kaelb on the other kept tripping over his own feet and pulling Henry and I after him.
“Kaelb, I swear I am going to strangle you” I screamed at one point, slapping him when he somehow ran into the pew and jumped forwards, causing me to fall to the ground. Archer just laughed, his back to us.
Jamie was the only one that ran over, picking me up, adjusting my dress, and necklace and pinching my cheeks. I hugged him and sent him over to the girls.
“Okay, let’s do this again” Father called, and sent us back, all the way up to the entrance and forcing us to come back down without looking like a circus.
And it took us three goes until we were able to walk down without looking like complete idiots, and as we got there, Henry handed my palm over to Archer’s and Kaelb put my arm around Archer’s elbow. Father shrugged and continued.
“Now this is where I will speak and say a few things, which you will just answer as I say or such, nothing difficult and surely there isn’t enough time go through it because a certain soon-to-be husband and wife turned up late to practise, so we will cut is short there” Father, walked over to us and put a hand on Archer’s lower arm, “Make sure those vows are good, or else you’re going to bore us”
Archer grinned and turned to me, “Of course they are going to be good, have you seen this one” he stated making sure everyone knew he was talking about me.
Father smiled, and turned to me “Look after yourself Charlotte, I like you, more than I have ever liked this boy, so make me proud tomorrow, in the Lord, God’s name”
“Aww, Father” I laughed, throwing myself into the old man’s arms and holding him to me, “Thank you Father”
Father smiled and pulled away, pointing at the entrance of the church, and ushering us to leave, saying something about have something important to attend to.
As we walked out of the church, Archer clutched my hand in his, swinging it to and fro.
“I guess I will be seeing you tomorrow” Kissing my lips, he pulled away and started walking towards the guys who were standing around, waiting.
“Hey!”
He spun and winked, and then followed Sean across the street.
“Asshole”
Sophie came up beside me, laughing with her arm thrown around me, “Isn’t he precious?” she mumbled sarcastically and brought me over to where Kay and Jamie were standing.
“This is going to be the most beautiful wedding ever!” Jamie fist pumped and jumped up with Kay. Clearly they were enjoying this wedding more than I was.
“Let’s get going, we have a lot to plan before tomorrow” Sophie called, and we all walked towards her car, getting in the baby blue bombshell and driving off.
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I don’t think Sophie’s house could have been any bigger. It was a mansion. A freaking mansion.
The front door was up on a balcony, where two flights of stairs had to be climbed just to get to it, and the walk to her room took us at least 5 minutes from the front.
What was up with people and having massive houses?
When we got to Sophie’s room, I was shocked, okay, maybe not.
It was pink. The walls were different shades of pink, the bed, a king sized, maybe bigger, was pink, the tables, the mirrors, everything, was pink.
“So I take it you must really hate the colour pink?” I laughed, taking a seat on her bed. I literally sunk into the mattress.
Sophie shrugged and walked into another room, dragging a box out and shaking her head, “Yeah, hate it, with a burning passion”
Together we laughed, I think we were the only ones because Kay and Jamie were clearly absorbed in the sheer size of the room.
Sophie coughed to get their attention, “My bedroom”
Katy clapped and dove onto the bed, rolling around in the soft fluffiness of it, “It’s like heaven” she mumbled.
Jamie sat on a small moving chair, grinning at the box, “So, what’s inside?”
I shrugged, and turned to look at Sophie, “Yeah, what’s in the box?”
Sophie beamed and pulled open the lid, “Wedding magazines. I had one of the maids buy me nearly every single one she saw”
I must have had a strange look on my face, because Sophie stuck out her tongue and threw a few magazines over to me.
“Okay, we are looking for hairstyles, jewellery, makeup, whatever you find, rip it out and we will toss it in a pile” stopping, she glanced at her watch and nodded, “It’s almost 4 we have about 8 hours to do this and that should leave enough time for sleep, food and getting ready”
I picked up the first book, flicking through the first few pages I think I was bombarded by the different ways I could have my hair and makeup, and the jewellery was amazing.
There was up do’s, straight down, curly down, half up, half down, it was just so confusing, so overwhelming.
“Oh, wow, I think this is the one” Jamie ripped out an image, throwing it in the middle of the already building pile.
Each of us leaned over it, marvelling.
It was a thick braid, all the way down, with little bits of glitter and petals wound around individual pieces. The braid itself was messy, but it looked feminine, and very classy.
“I want it, I love it” I took the picture and held it in front of me, “This is what I want my hair to look like, this is it”
Kay nodded, and Sophie brushed a tear away, “It’s beautiful”
We spent pretty much the next few hours just talking, seeing if we could find anything to top the hairstyle, but nothing could.
I guess, the one thing I was waiting for was to wake up and realize that I no longer knew who these people were, and I had to go back to my old school, and I was still living at home. This felt like a dream.
It was magic, what was happening, and I fell asleep thinking of those thoughts, of what my life was going to be like in just under 24 hours.
Please, someone pinch me.