My Sharona, chapter 10
"Ooh yes! Wedding plans!" My mother, also my maid of honor shouted excitedly.
"Deanna, aren't you excited your little girl is getting married? And to my youngest!" Ollie Armstrong squeeled. My mom knodded and the two women were off to deal with wedding arrangements, leaving me only needing to pick out my wedding dress.
"I look like a sick freak." Sheena whined as she came out of the dressing room. "I look like a frog. All fat and gross looking. I want this baby out NOW!" Sheena stomped her foot angrily. The green satin dress actually looked really good on her.
"Sheen, you don't look like a frog! You're gorgeous and c'mon, you're not FAT! You're fucking PREGNANT! Come on!" Missie snapped. Sheena burst into tears.
"NOT AGAIN! MIKE! Missie made Sheena do you know what!" I yelled, still in the dressing room trying on the 20th dress. Mike came bursting into the women's dressing room
"Again? Sheena babe, come here. You look fabulous! Go get out of the dress and let's go get ice cream." Sheena knodded and asked Mike to assist her in removing the dress, because of course it's kind of hard to with a big bulge out your stomache. As soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew this was the dress for me. It was a strapless white corset style, with beading down the skirt. I sauntered out, and as soon as I did everyone quit complaining, whining, crying and comforting. Everyone stopped and stared.
"This is the one." I said pointing at the beautiful dress on my body.
"God! Sharona!" Was all Mike said.
"Wow." Missie and Sheena said looking at each other and then at me.
"... Yeah I know! Isn't that funny? So it's really ... God wow." Ollie and my mom imedietly shut up about whatever they were talking about when they entered the room.
"Shar! My little girl... S-she's growing up!" My mom said shedding a few tears.
"Are you trying to kill my son looking that drop-dead gorgeous? You'll give him a heart attack!" Ollie joked, patting my mom on the back. I grinned. I knew this was the dress and I was all ready. The wedding was in two days, June 4, 1994. I was ready. No cold feet whatsoever. I knew I loved Billie with all my heart, and I knew this was the man I was to spend the rest of my life with.
That morning it was fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss!
"Get in the shower!" "Where is the damn florest?" "Call Billie Joe, is he up yet?" "How is Sheena?" "GET IN THE SHOWER!" "Where is the makeup artist?" "GET IN THE DAMN SHOWER SHARONA!" "Call the hair stylest! She's late!" "Sharona? Did you take the pill?" (and who's business is that anyway?)all of this fuss, and the ceremony was only going to last 5 minutes, and we were going to leave for our Vegas honeymoon and not even stay for our reception. I finally got in the shower and had everyone fuss over me. I was powdered from head to toe in makeup, my hair was done in this huge dohnut thing, and Missie insisted that I use a pushup bra, and adjusted it herself which was incredibly disturbing for me. Finally Sheena managed to shove my wedding veil on my head, and I was ready.
My mother, who has always looked like my older sister kissed me on the cheek, and went up into the church to take her place. One-by-one all of my bridesmaids came in. My mother was escorted by Billie's oldest brother (who she seemed to take interest in, oh ick.), Sheena was escorted by Mike, and Missie, to her dismay, was escorted by Tre. The couple had sadly broken up tragicly a week before Billie Joe proposed. Finally, It was my turn to walk down the aisle, and I did it all by myself, walking slowly. I saw my mother, crying, up on stage, which was rather embarrassing. My mom had never had a wedding, and whoever my dad was, either broke her heart, or vise versa. She got pregnant with me at age 17, so she was rather young.
I walked down the aisle, smiling and such, and the moment Billie Joe saw me, he gaped at me, licked his lips, and then grinned, from ear-to-ear.
"Do you, Billie Joe Armstrong take Sharona Hills, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health?" Droned the reverend
"I do." Billie answered
"Do you, Sharona hills, take Billie Joe Armstrong to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health?
"I do." I said, tears of joy brimming in my eyes
"By the power granted in me by the state of California, I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."
Billie Joe tipped me back and kissed me, forcefully and passionatly, right there on stage, and the kiss I swear lasted for 5 minutes. Finally the wedding music played and we were off to our Vegas Honeymoon. When we arrived in Las Vegas, off of the plane, we unloaded all of our shit into the hotel room, and were alone to discover each other, as husband and wife.
"Deanna, aren't you excited your little girl is getting married? And to my youngest!" Ollie Armstrong squeeled. My mom knodded and the two women were off to deal with wedding arrangements, leaving me only needing to pick out my wedding dress.
"I look like a sick freak." Sheena whined as she came out of the dressing room. "I look like a frog. All fat and gross looking. I want this baby out NOW!" Sheena stomped her foot angrily. The green satin dress actually looked really good on her.
"Sheen, you don't look like a frog! You're gorgeous and c'mon, you're not FAT! You're fucking PREGNANT! Come on!" Missie snapped. Sheena burst into tears.
"NOT AGAIN! MIKE! Missie made Sheena do you know what!" I yelled, still in the dressing room trying on the 20th dress. Mike came bursting into the women's dressing room
"Again? Sheena babe, come here. You look fabulous! Go get out of the dress and let's go get ice cream." Sheena knodded and asked Mike to assist her in removing the dress, because of course it's kind of hard to with a big bulge out your stomache. As soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew this was the dress for me. It was a strapless white corset style, with beading down the skirt. I sauntered out, and as soon as I did everyone quit complaining, whining, crying and comforting. Everyone stopped and stared.
"This is the one." I said pointing at the beautiful dress on my body.
"God! Sharona!" Was all Mike said.
"Wow." Missie and Sheena said looking at each other and then at me.
"... Yeah I know! Isn't that funny? So it's really ... God wow." Ollie and my mom imedietly shut up about whatever they were talking about when they entered the room.
"Shar! My little girl... S-she's growing up!" My mom said shedding a few tears.
"Are you trying to kill my son looking that drop-dead gorgeous? You'll give him a heart attack!" Ollie joked, patting my mom on the back. I grinned. I knew this was the dress and I was all ready. The wedding was in two days, June 4, 1994. I was ready. No cold feet whatsoever. I knew I loved Billie with all my heart, and I knew this was the man I was to spend the rest of my life with.
That morning it was fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss!
"Get in the shower!" "Where is the damn florest?" "Call Billie Joe, is he up yet?" "How is Sheena?" "GET IN THE SHOWER!" "Where is the makeup artist?" "GET IN THE DAMN SHOWER SHARONA!" "Call the hair stylest! She's late!" "Sharona? Did you take the pill?" (and who's business is that anyway?)all of this fuss, and the ceremony was only going to last 5 minutes, and we were going to leave for our Vegas honeymoon and not even stay for our reception. I finally got in the shower and had everyone fuss over me. I was powdered from head to toe in makeup, my hair was done in this huge dohnut thing, and Missie insisted that I use a pushup bra, and adjusted it herself which was incredibly disturbing for me. Finally Sheena managed to shove my wedding veil on my head, and I was ready.
My mother, who has always looked like my older sister kissed me on the cheek, and went up into the church to take her place. One-by-one all of my bridesmaids came in. My mother was escorted by Billie's oldest brother (who she seemed to take interest in, oh ick.), Sheena was escorted by Mike, and Missie, to her dismay, was escorted by Tre. The couple had sadly broken up tragicly a week before Billie Joe proposed. Finally, It was my turn to walk down the aisle, and I did it all by myself, walking slowly. I saw my mother, crying, up on stage, which was rather embarrassing. My mom had never had a wedding, and whoever my dad was, either broke her heart, or vise versa. She got pregnant with me at age 17, so she was rather young.
I walked down the aisle, smiling and such, and the moment Billie Joe saw me, he gaped at me, licked his lips, and then grinned, from ear-to-ear.
"Do you, Billie Joe Armstrong take Sharona Hills, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health?" Droned the reverend
"I do." Billie answered
"Do you, Sharona hills, take Billie Joe Armstrong to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health?
"I do." I said, tears of joy brimming in my eyes
"By the power granted in me by the state of California, I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."
Billie Joe tipped me back and kissed me, forcefully and passionatly, right there on stage, and the kiss I swear lasted for 5 minutes. Finally the wedding music played and we were off to our Vegas Honeymoon. When we arrived in Las Vegas, off of the plane, we unloaded all of our shit into the hotel room, and were alone to discover each other, as husband and wife.
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