Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 35
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that everyone fell asleep. In one great big tangled pile. The bottle of vodka had been finished, along with several other alcoholic beverages me and Rachel found in the house. The guest room was a mess since it was the only room the group of us had been in, and the chocolate had all been eaten.
I was woken up by the sweet smell of bacon frying, and the distinct sound of a spatula on a pan. I had to struggle to open my eyes; it felt like someone had glued them shut while I was asleep.
My head felt like someone was beating on my skull with a jackhammer, something I was more than familiar with. Great, I was trapped. I managed to somehow untangle myself without waking anyone up, and walked out to the kitchen.
Oh god, my head was getting worse by the second. After finishing my Panadol and glass of water, I washed it in the sink, and turned to see who was cooking breakfast. I walked up to Billie Joe was wrapped my arms around him.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning babe,"
"You're so sweet, cooking everyone breakfast." I said.
"I had nothing else to do, and I didn't want to wake anyone up." he said, turning over the bacon.
"I love you," I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"I love you more."
"That's not possible."
"Is too,"
"Is not,"
"Is,"
"Isn't" and I shut him up by kissing him on the lips.
*******FOUR MONTHS LATER*******
So far, we had planned most of the wedding. The date was set, exactly 3 months from today. We had picked a location, sent invitations, planned music, and food, and selected a cake. The only thing was I FUCKING HATED OUR WEDDING PLANNER. She was driving me insane!!! I guess I could put up with her a little longer. But that was a lot to ask from me. This afternoon I was going shopping with Rachel for a wedding gown and bridesmaids dresses. I was currently at home, bored, and hungry. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bucket of ice cream, and stood at the counter with a spoon. Billie Joe walked in and spied me with my ice cream.
"Don't eat that, it will go straight to your hips." he said in a high pitched girly voice, immitating our wedding planner, Suzie.
"I don't fucking care." I said, eating a spoonful. He came up behind be and slapped my butt.
"Neither do I,"
"I fucking hate Suzie." I said, eating another spoonful of ice cream.
"Me too," Billie Joe said sitting down at the dinning table.
"She keeps telling me to diet because I'm too fat," I said, then sighed, and say down next to my fiancé.
"You're not fat!" Billie Joe said, hugging me.
"Whatever. I just hope she eventually realises this is OUR wedding, not hers."
"She will,"
*******ONE WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING*******
I was discussing minor details about the wedding with Suzie, who I was hating more and more by the second.
"Hun, you really have to start losing weight! The wedding is in seven days, and you're still as big as a whale." Suzie said, pinching the flab around my belly for *added effect*.
"Stop it with the belly pinching already, and for the last time, it's MY wedding, and I can't be bothered to diet. I've been working out more, but I'm not dieting." I said.
"You've been working out? It doesn't show at all." Suzie said, turning back to her mocha and sipping delicately and lady-like. I was clenching my fists in silent rage at what a bitch she was being. "And another thing, can you try and be a tad more polite for the wedding? We're gathering in the presence of God, I don't want profanities spilling from your mouth like a water fountain."
"Oh, so now there's something wrong with the way I speak? First it was my appearance, then my guest list, then my choice of venue, and now the way I talk? Stop trying to reinvent me!" I said, releasing a little of my frustration towards the stick insect sitting in front of me.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're hardly marriage material. He's just with you because you give it to him in bed." She said, taking another smug sip from her mug or coffee.
"Well then go fuck off, and find someone else who is willing to listen to your judgement. Billie Joe loves me, and that's why he's marrying me, so stick THAT in your diet yogurt and fucking eat it." I said. I got up, threw my coffee on her, and stormed off in a huff.
"You know he's going to leave you for something younger, thinner and much hotter one day you know!" she called after me. I didn't care that people were staring, I didn't care that I had made a scene, and I didn't care that I would have to organise everything to do with the wedding from now on. I drove home, wondering how I got there without crashing into anything, and flopped down on the couch.
"You're home early," Billie Joe said, sitting next to me.
"Am I fat?" I said.
"NO! Why the fuck would you ask that?"
"No reason." I answered, unconvincingly.
"Why are you marrying me?" I asked.
"Because I love you, and you're beautiful, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said, hugging me tightly.
When I didn't hug back, he asked "Ok, what did Suzie say?"
"She said you're only marrying me because I sleep with you, and she also said I wasn't marriage material, and that one day you would leave me for something much younger and hotter." I said.
"Don't believe anything that stupid bitch says, because you know it's not true."
"Ok," I said.
I was woken up by the sweet smell of bacon frying, and the distinct sound of a spatula on a pan. I had to struggle to open my eyes; it felt like someone had glued them shut while I was asleep.
My head felt like someone was beating on my skull with a jackhammer, something I was more than familiar with. Great, I was trapped. I managed to somehow untangle myself without waking anyone up, and walked out to the kitchen.
Oh god, my head was getting worse by the second. After finishing my Panadol and glass of water, I washed it in the sink, and turned to see who was cooking breakfast. I walked up to Billie Joe was wrapped my arms around him.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning babe,"
"You're so sweet, cooking everyone breakfast." I said.
"I had nothing else to do, and I didn't want to wake anyone up." he said, turning over the bacon.
"I love you," I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"I love you more."
"That's not possible."
"Is too,"
"Is not,"
"Is,"
"Isn't" and I shut him up by kissing him on the lips.
*******FOUR MONTHS LATER*******
So far, we had planned most of the wedding. The date was set, exactly 3 months from today. We had picked a location, sent invitations, planned music, and food, and selected a cake. The only thing was I FUCKING HATED OUR WEDDING PLANNER. She was driving me insane!!! I guess I could put up with her a little longer. But that was a lot to ask from me. This afternoon I was going shopping with Rachel for a wedding gown and bridesmaids dresses. I was currently at home, bored, and hungry. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bucket of ice cream, and stood at the counter with a spoon. Billie Joe walked in and spied me with my ice cream.
"Don't eat that, it will go straight to your hips." he said in a high pitched girly voice, immitating our wedding planner, Suzie.
"I don't fucking care." I said, eating a spoonful. He came up behind be and slapped my butt.
"Neither do I,"
"I fucking hate Suzie." I said, eating another spoonful of ice cream.
"Me too," Billie Joe said sitting down at the dinning table.
"She keeps telling me to diet because I'm too fat," I said, then sighed, and say down next to my fiancé.
"You're not fat!" Billie Joe said, hugging me.
"Whatever. I just hope she eventually realises this is OUR wedding, not hers."
"She will,"
*******ONE WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING*******
I was discussing minor details about the wedding with Suzie, who I was hating more and more by the second.
"Hun, you really have to start losing weight! The wedding is in seven days, and you're still as big as a whale." Suzie said, pinching the flab around my belly for *added effect*.
"Stop it with the belly pinching already, and for the last time, it's MY wedding, and I can't be bothered to diet. I've been working out more, but I'm not dieting." I said.
"You've been working out? It doesn't show at all." Suzie said, turning back to her mocha and sipping delicately and lady-like. I was clenching my fists in silent rage at what a bitch she was being. "And another thing, can you try and be a tad more polite for the wedding? We're gathering in the presence of God, I don't want profanities spilling from your mouth like a water fountain."
"Oh, so now there's something wrong with the way I speak? First it was my appearance, then my guest list, then my choice of venue, and now the way I talk? Stop trying to reinvent me!" I said, releasing a little of my frustration towards the stick insect sitting in front of me.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're hardly marriage material. He's just with you because you give it to him in bed." She said, taking another smug sip from her mug or coffee.
"Well then go fuck off, and find someone else who is willing to listen to your judgement. Billie Joe loves me, and that's why he's marrying me, so stick THAT in your diet yogurt and fucking eat it." I said. I got up, threw my coffee on her, and stormed off in a huff.
"You know he's going to leave you for something younger, thinner and much hotter one day you know!" she called after me. I didn't care that people were staring, I didn't care that I had made a scene, and I didn't care that I would have to organise everything to do with the wedding from now on. I drove home, wondering how I got there without crashing into anything, and flopped down on the couch.
"You're home early," Billie Joe said, sitting next to me.
"Am I fat?" I said.
"NO! Why the fuck would you ask that?"
"No reason." I answered, unconvincingly.
"Why are you marrying me?" I asked.
"Because I love you, and you're beautiful, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said, hugging me tightly.
When I didn't hug back, he asked "Ok, what did Suzie say?"
"She said you're only marrying me because I sleep with you, and she also said I wasn't marriage material, and that one day you would leave me for something much younger and hotter." I said.
"Don't believe anything that stupid bitch says, because you know it's not true."
"Ok," I said.
