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Wedding Day Blues Part 2 rough draft
🕑 Added 2021-11-07 19:16:34 +0000 UTCWedding Day Blues p2
Amy ran her hands along the ragged clothing she had obtained from the pawn shop the night before as she made her way to the church. At the door her best friend and maid of honor Sandy stood in the doorway; her face in a distorted mess. Amy waved as she approached Sandy. “Hey. How is it going?”
Sandy let out a sigh loud enough for Amy to hear. “Ugh where have you been? The ceremony is going to start in twenty minutes.” Sandy slammed her hands on her purple dress. “Your mother has been freaking out and Gerald’s mother has been saying you showed your true colors and decided not to marry his precious little darling.” She paused to take a breath. “I of course said you would show up. You would have a good reason.” She looked at Amy. “Where is your dress?”
“It is in the car. I didn’t have to change yet. Things have been very weird to say the least.” Amy scratched at her head. “I need to get in my room and get into my dress quickly.”
“Of course. You rush in and I will bring you the dress. Sound good?”
Amy nodded her head. “Yes.” She pushed her way inside. “Now let’s hurry. I have the love of my life to marry.”
“No problem. Be there in a second.”
Amy shut the door behind her and rushed along the red velvet carpet. “I can’t believe this day is finally here. Not even a crazy night in jail and having to shrink my way out could stop me.” She shivered. “Or that crazy cat. Phew.” Amy came to a massive oak door with blue and white trimmings. “Ahh here we are.” She flung the door open and hurried inside.
“There you are.”
“Ms. Peterson?” Amy slammed the door behind her. “What a present surprise.”
A baggy old woman with short grey hair wobbled over to her. “I didn’t trust that you would show up so I waited here so I could prove to my sweet Gerald how much of a trap you really are.”
Amy narrowed her eyes. “I know that my job as a waitress upsets you but you don’t have to call me a—
“A hussy? That is what you are.” She pushed Amy aside. “You shouldn’t be going around from table to table flirting with every man who comes by when you should be with my boy.”
“Just what do you think I do at work?”
She spun around. “What all temptresses do.” She waved her boney finger. “Disgrace yourself. The fact that you are getting married her in this church is a disgrace. Hugh.” She turned around.
“Hey I at least showed up.”
Ms. Peterson growled. “See you at the chapel. You better get that floozy dress on quickly.” She slipped out the door.
Amy sighed. “Phew.” She closed the door. “Hopefully Sandy can hurry up with my dress so I can make it to the alter.”
There was a knock at the door. “Amy? It’s me. I have your dress.”
She opened the door. “Hurry in.” Sandy rushed inside with a gorgeous white gown.
“Hurry and change.” Sandy handed Amy the dress. “You don’t want to be late for your own wedding.”
“Well go out into the hall.” Amy pushed Sandy towards the door. “I don’t want you to see me undress.”
“I have seen you do worse.”
Amy hit Sandy in the back with her elbow. “Get out now. This is my wedding. I don’t want you talking about that.”
Sandy laughed as she opened the door. “Fine. But you know we are going to have a good chuckle about it eventually.”
“Out!” Sandy slipped out and shut the door behind her. “Finally.” Amy walked over to the soft sofa in the room and sat down as she took off her shit. “I thought I would never chase her out.” She began to slip off her pants when she noticed some strange blue markings on her chest. “What in the world?” As she slid her pants downward she noticed that the strange blue markings was a blue rash that covered the entire lower half of her body. “How in the world did this happen?”
Sandy opened the door. “Is everything alrigh… oh my god why are you blue?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t like this a few hours ago.”
Sandy ran her hands through her long red hair. “What are we going to do? With how bright your skin is everyone is sure to notice this through your dress.”
“We? What do you mean we?”
Sandy sighed. “Well if something crazy happens this is going to ruin my reputation of course. Seven weddings in a row I have been a bride’s maid and nothing, I mean nothing like this has happened Word gets out of this no one will ever think to ask me to be their maid of honor again.” She looked at Amy. “Oh my, the rash is even spreading. You are becoming bluer.”
Amy crossed her arms. “Can you calm down? This isn’t just about you.” She reached over and grabbed her dress. “I am still going to get married and that is that. I don’t care if I have a crazy blue rash or not. We can just hide it with long underwear and the dress until after the ceremony and I can see the doctor.” She began to slip her clothing onto her body. “It will be fine.”
Sandy shook her head as she walked to the door. “No. This is a crises. You should be worried.” She walked out and shut the door behind her.
Amy sighed. “Out of everything that could go wrong my skin being blue isn’t at the top of the list.” She turned towards her dress. “Now it is time for me to get married.”
***
Amy walked towards the back of the church where the garden was. In just a few moments she would walk down to the alter and be wed with her lifelong partner. She watched as Sandy walked off, giving her a signal to run before it was too late. The rash had climbed up her torso. Hopefully it would not go any further than that until after the ceremony.
The music suddenly shifted and Amy smiled. She began to slowly walk out as all eyes turned on her. Up ahead in a beautiful white gazebo stood Gerald. He wore a brilliant blue tux which made his short black hair stand out. His pale cheeks turned rosy red as he saw her, his right hand quickly ran though his hair as she approached. Amy smiled. I am happy this day has finally come.
She reached the alter and handed her bouquet off. She then turned towards Gerald as the preacher between them opened up his bible. “Dearly beloved. We are gathered her today to join together Amy Quincet and Gerald Peterson.” He looked over at Amy and his eyes winded. “By the holy father. In all my years I have never seen such a thing.”
Amy narrowed her eyes. “Umm father that wasn’t in rehearsal.”
Gerald gently picked up her hands. “Honey, your neck. It is turning blue.”
She laughed. “That is absurd. I can’t be turning blue.”
The preacher nodded his head. “You are as blue as the sky. I don’t think this is right.”
“Hey I came here to get married. I don’t care if I am blue, pink or yellow. This marriage will continue.”
The preacher picked back up his book. “I feel you might need an exorcism instead.”
Gerald held up his hand. “My wife is not possessed.”
The preacher held up his hands. “I did not marry you two yet.”
“Well get to it than.” Gerald crossed his arms. “I am not going to let this hinder things.”
“Right.” He opened the bible back up. “I will just hurry this along as it seems the young lady might need medical attention.” He sighed and looked forward once more. “Do you Gerald take Amy to be your wife? In sickness and in health. For richer and for poor? Until death do you part?”
Gerald smiled. “I do.”
The preacher sighed. “Amy do you take Gerald to be your husband in sickness and in health? For richer and for poor. Until death do your part?”
“I do.”
“Then by the power invested in me I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Gerald threw his arms around her and kissed her. She hugged him back as everyone cheered. The moment she had been waiting for had finnaly come.
Gereld took a step back and she looked at him and smiled. “So are you ready to party at the reception?”
“Of course.” He licked his lips. “You taste like blueberries.”
“I do?” She licked her lips. “You are right. I think I smell like blueberries too.”
He grabbed her arm. “Well let’s go and have fun at our party shall we.”
She smiled. “Of course.” Amy blinked. “Umm just a moment. I feel kind of funny. I might need to sit down for a moment.”
“I told you we need an exrosism.”
Gereld pushed the preacher aside. “That is enough out of you.” He grabbed Amy’s arm. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like. . .” She put her hands on her waist. “There is something churning inside me. It feels like some strange liquid.”
He took a few steps backward. “Amy, look at your belly. It is growing.”
She laughed. “That is absured.” She looked down at her round stomach. “What in the world?” She put her hands on her belly and felt some kind of liquid slosh around. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes. What kind of blueberries did you eat?”
She looked at him. “What? I haven’t eaten any blueberries. Don’t say anything like that.”
The preacher pushed both her and Gerled aside. “I am getting out of here. This is too weird.” He ran down the asile and into the church.
She looked at Gerald. “You have to do something. These . . . juices are spreading everywhere. My hips are becoming massive.”
He put his hand on her sholder. “Don’t worry. We will figure this out.”
