Okay, sorry I haven't had a update attack this weekend, but I've been relaxing. I'll work on it, but don't expect an update today. I haven't been in the writing mood lately.
Oh my gosh! I am so freaking sorry! I've been busy talking to and being with my own kind of Justin, if you catch my drift. The only difference is that we are still together. Anyway, I'll work on my story and hopefully I'm finish by tonight or the weekend. Again, so super freaking sorry for my lack of writing!
Oh my gosh, don't you love me right now! I'm updating! Whoop whoop! There is both a depressing scene and a shocking scene, but for some one scene might be both. So, here is your update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 17 "Ouch, okay, too tight," I say. The man nods and takes measurements again. He sighs and grumbles to himself as he walks into the back. I blow a strand of hair out of my face and frown at my reflection. The dress isn't so cute; I have to admit, it is just too short. And I do not like the straps. But, still, I saw the only black dress here. Maybe I should grab that blue dress I saw... "Jenny, I hate that dress," Carrie frowns. "Why didn't you get that purple one?" "I hate it too, Carrie. Go tell that guy that I want to change dresses. That blue one without the straps. You know that really dark blue one?" "Thank God. If I had to wear that black dress, I'd kill myself," she says and walks away happily. I hop off of the pedestal like thing and walk out into the store. I examine dresses and I hear the door open, but I don't really care who it is. "Is it just me," I hear, making me frown, "or did you tell me last night I wouldn't see you ever again?" "I told you, but I am not talking to you ever again, after this sentence, anyway," I retort, frowning. Why did Justin come into the dress shop place? No, why did I walk out of the place where I was? Just why? "Well, I know you won't be able to not speak. Even if I say that dress looks terrible." I shrug, knowing it's the truth. Worst dress in the history of all dresses. I want to throw up seeing this dress. But, like I said, the only black dress in the whole store. He frowns and he seems like he's shocked that I won't yell back a retort. "O-kay," he says, frowning. "What the hell is with your hair?" I glance at the orange curls hanging beside my face. I want to say, Natural, jackass, but I bite back this retort. He frowns and he looks dumbstruck. Good. I can't talk to him when he's being a complete ass. "Al-right," Justin says, "Jenny, what is going on with you? You want me to be happy and you don't want to be here, but yet, you are being different, strange, and even distant. If you want me to be happy, then speak to me." "Alright, you want to know what's wrong with me?" I snap. "Fine. I hate it that you're happy without me! I hate it that you have to be a jackass right now. My hair is naturally this strawberry blonde. And yes, I know this dress is the ugliest thing anyone has ever seen. I'm getting a different dress. But when I'm the maid of honor and I have to help my mother plan, I have to try every possibility! "Do you know how hard it is when you see so many fucking happy couples when you feel like shit? Because of you, and, yes, I'm making it your fault, I am forever dead inside and I will have my heart break at every couple I see! I can't be happy for my mother and Luke because they finally have a chance to love again! I can't be happy for Jason and Carrie and Marcy and Marcus because they get to go to a wedding! This is all because of the motherfucker standing right here in this shop, staring at me like I'm a bitch. Yeah, I am, but you made me this way dammit! Now get away from me! I never, ever, and I mean it when I say never, want to see your face because of the heartbreak you caused. The only way I am the slightest bit happy is because of Jason." As I finally end the rant that makes me feel like I have a weight being off my shoulder and fills me with guilt, Justin's mouth is wide open. I can hardly believe myself either. I never thought I could be like that to anyone. Let alone Justin. "Uh, erm, are you serious?" he stutters. I stride over to him and stare at him. My nose is touching his and it gives me gooseflesh to feel his touch again, even if it's to make a point. But, I'm not serious. I miss him. I want more than a mere touch of the nose. I want him to hold me and tell me I'm wrong. I want him to kiss me and make me tell him my story of what actually happened that day. "Dead serious," I lie in a shaky voice. He must actually think I'm serious because he frowns and I swear, I think there are tears in his eyes. I didn't mean to make him cry. I just want to be rid of the thing that shattered my heart into so many pieces. No, I want him to know I'm shit without him. Justin backs up and walks out, causing me to fall on the floor as he walks away with the crowd. "I saw that," Carrie whispers. I look up and see I had gathered a small audience. Her and the man that measured me. She walks over to me and sits next to me. "I know you didn't mean it. Do you want me to tell him that you were just speaking out of anger?" "No," I whimper. "I want him to realize how miserable I am without him." I wipe away the tears on my face, frowning. Carrie grabs her phone and presses a button. I haven't a clue to what she's doing. "Say that again," she instructs. "I want Justin to realize how miserable and unhappy and how heartbroken I am without him," I say, frowning. "And cut," she grins and presses a button. "Good. Now get in another dress and pick a good one. I have an idea for him to know how you feel." She helps me stand and I see a strange glint in her eyes. Oh, this can't be good. ***** It's gonna work!" Carrie assures me on the other line. "What if he hears me when I accidently make a noise? Or what if Jason walks in?!" I squeak. "Lock the door and put the phone on speaker. It will work. I promise. Oh, there's Justin! Listen! 'Bye,'" she smiles and I hear her put her phone on speaker and I do the same. Why? Well, Carrie's plan is meeting Justin and leaving the phone on after we talked on the phone so I could hear how he felt. And so Carrie could explain what happened and get him back. I think it's a terrible idea and it won't work. "Hey, Carrie," I hear and my stomach ties in knots. My Justin is hanging out with my best friend and if I say a word, I could ruin my only chance. "Hey, Justin,"Carrie replies. "Look, I'm going to get to the point here. Jenny is so freaking sorry for yelling at you. She stressed with the wedding and that dress was way too tight around her-" "Look, I get that she's on edge and I am okay with her yelling at me. I deserved it. I broke my heart when I broke her heart, you know?" Justin says with a sigh. Wait, what? "Then why didn't you try going back to her? Why were you being a jerk?" "I felt bad and when I saw her I was angry at myself for letting her go with her step brother. I can't believe she left to Jason and he's the one making her happy." Wait, does he think I'm dating Jason? He was angry with himself? Is he jealous of Jason? "Then you should have talked to her." "She was so angry and she wouldn't stop talking." Well he could have shut me up. Placed a hand on my cheek, held me, anything would have shut me up. "Then you should have kissed her to shut her up. She would have melted and forgiven you for everything," Carrie says, adding an "awe" at the end. "I don't think she would have taken me back." "What about that day when she was in the hospital? All that time ago?" she asks him with a frown. Which day? Each day I remember, I don't recall Justin being with me. Unless... "She was asleep. That morphine in her system probably fogged her memory and made her recite on of her favorite phrases from her favorite book." What? No way can he be talking about that day. It wasn't him. The hand I had held was partially foreign. It couldn't have been him to tell me those three words. He knew I would have replied to those words as Peeta did to Katniss. "You said those words. You know that phrase is also from that book to," Carrie counters. I gasp and hang up. No. Nonono! It can't be him! Not him! He is lying. He has to be. I mean, yeah, it would make a little sense, but I can't accept it. He told me to stop calling him. I yelled at the boy! How could it be true? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, I am loving this story! If you haven't caught the sad hint, this story is about to end. Probably three chapters left to make it an even twenty chapters. And maybe an extra chapter in our Marcy's point of view! You know, a kind of sneak peek at the second book of the series. I even came up with a name for the series. It's called the Sweet Treats Series! Or STS for short. Sorry, I am rambling! Anyway, tell me what you think and love about this story. What is your favorite part of the whole story? And who is your favorite character? Other than Justifer, of course. And Marcy. ~Shana Alana
You are about to OMG even more because of this chapter! It is just so...wow. I can't even explain it. Just read it, you'll understand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 18 I walk around, grumbling. I fidget with my dress. It's a bit tight around the legs and makes it somewhat hard to walk. I wish I could have someone rip the skirt off and give me a better one that doesn't squeeze me but hugs me. Like Luke does to Courtney. It's, as my favorite escort would say, a big, big, big day! Effie from The Hunger Games says that, if you don't know who that is. It's the wedding day. And I am working on it but everything is just wrong in every damn way. There are black and white roses instead of daisies. Marcy's dress is black instead of blue. Jason, despite the overall handsomeness of my step brother, Marcus, and Luke have roses on their lapels. There are supposed to be daisies. Courtney loves daisies. And decided against the roses because the first roses I saw when I met Justin. And the black roses he gave me. I still have those black, dry roses hanging in a frame in my room. "Collet," I call to the wedding planner. "Yes, Jen, dear?" she calls back, running briskly in her high heels. I don't know how she can handle running in those. I can hardly walk in these one inch heels. "Why is everything different? I thought-" "Your mother called and changed it. Don't ask me why; I didn't ask." She runs away quickly, not even a wobble in her step. I can't understand how she is so good at that and why she didn't ask why. I sigh and walk into a room for Courtney, but right now she's fretting outside. She is excited, but like her elder daughter, she has stage fright. But I'm sure she'll get lost in Luke's eyes like she always does and forget the crowd. Now only if I could do that, but with someone else. Who? Justin, Jason, or someone who is just as amazing as those two could help. I pace and fidget with my dress. I can't help it. As the maid of honor, my mother made me do a speech, just like Jason has to. My speech isn't a whole lot, but it's a lot for me. Stage fright is the worst. It's the only reason why I can't sing in front of people. "Jenny June?" I hear as the door opens. I turn and see my date and my step brother. Yeah, he's my date, but only because he didn't want to see me dateless. Carrie wanted to be his date, since she is slowly falling in love with him, but he did this for me. It was really sweet. "Jason, hey," I grin and he shuts the door behind him. He takes long, smooth strides and I take tiny, wobbly steps to make it to meet him in the middle. He hugs me, seeming to feel my fear. "It'll be okay. I've read your speech. It's amazing," he says into my hair, kissing the top of my head gently. "I'm going to break down and I know it," I mumble into his chest. He pulls back and grabs the neckline of my dress. "Now listen, I'm placing a microphone on your dress so everyone can hear you if you start to mumble. Okay? It's about to start." "Got it, thanks," I smile and he attaches the microphone onto my dress. "Don't speak until then, got it?" I nod and he holds his arm out to me. I take a deep breath and take his arm and we walk out of the room, ready for the wedding. ***** It was great. But Courtney's wedding dress was different. Instead of the dress with the sweetheart neckline and the train Marcy could carry, it's knee-length and has spaghetti straps. But other than that and the kiss on the cheek rather than the lips, it's been great so far. Someone is about to make a speech. Who, I'm not sure, but I'm curious. "I would like to first congratulate the couple. I'm glad someone here can experience love this strong," I hear. I look around and see no one. I have never heard this voice before. Who's speaking? "But this story isn't about the lovely couple. This story is about their daughter." Everyone looks at Marcy as if on cue and the voice chuckles. "Not her. I mean the girl with the dyed-black hair and in the blue dress, Jennifer." Everyone turns to me, causing me to look down at my hands and flush at the attention. "Jenny is an amazing girl who loves chocolate. Courtney, the lovely bride, opened a chocolate shop called Cupid's Chocolate Villa. Jenny only worked there for the chocolate." Some people laugh and I feel smiles directed to me. "She was told to meet new people against her will. She considered gothic to some of you. Loves black, thinks death is an interesting process, that kind of thing. And she was anti-social, but did as told. She entered a flower shop next door and saw these white roses, much like the ones you see here. "A boy by the name of Justin asked to help her. She said no, keeping her back to him. When she saw the black roses in the front, he could feel her happiness. Justin asked Jenny if she wanted them, but she told him she didn't have any money. When she finally turned around the boy stared at her in amazement. "Jenny was the most beautiful thing he had seen, even more beautiful than the flowers. Her hair was a clover green in spirit of St. Patrick's Day. Her eyes were a pretty green-blue, her hair making the green hue of her eyes pop. She was the perfect height and she had a beautiful smile. To Justin, Jenny was perfect." A chorus of "awes" flow through the amount of people. I feel my face grow hot and I smile at my hands. Who is this person and how does he know how Justin felt about me? "They decided to make an exchange. Chocolates for the black roses. But the deal came up short because Courtney wouldn't let Jenny because Justin was a guy she had just met. So, when Justin came by to collect his chocolate the next day, she told him the news. He didn't really care; he just wanted an excuse to give the pretty girl flowers." That sweet! If I had only known... "Soon, her uncle Troy, who is among you, came by and it turns out Jenny's little brother decided to be a caveman and ruined the flower shop where he had to close shop to have the repairs made. She thought it was terrible; he thought it was a blessing. He was glad he didn't have to go to work so he could see Jenny's gorgeous face. And he had a reason to ask her out. But she thought she had to pay. Really, he was the one who told her uncle to put the money in her purse so she didn't have to pay." Omaigosh, I can't freaking believe it! It wasn't Carrie and Uncle Troy and Mrs. P? It was Justin? "After that, they started being boyfriend and girlfriend. He stayed the night a few times and they cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. There was no intimacy. Just talking and falling asleep. It was perfect and with babysitting kids, to Justin, they seemed like they were married." Aw, that's cute. "They were in love. "One day, after meeting her step brother and father and hiring a boy named Ryan, he kissed Jenny while she was still dating Justin. And Carrie, her best friend, was dating Ryan. Justin saw them kissing and totally flipped his thoughts about her. And to think, he was going to present her with something that had going to prove his love: the three words." What?! Wait. Will you marry me? That's four, never mind. Must be Stay with me. "He had heard later what really happened. Justin heard that Ryan kissed her and she was trying to fight him. But he also heard that she got in an accident and Ryan was involved too. Ryan died but Jenny was barely alive. She was in a medical coma or something like that. Justin was so worried. He wanted her to make it. "At one point, he told her one of her favorite phrases from her favorite book series. 'Stay with me' was the phrase. It was around the first week after the accident. Somehow, she had heard him and whispered back the one word that went with the phrase in the book, 'Always.'" It was Justin. That is so amazing that he still cared about me. "After that, Jason found out what Justin had done and told Justin how angry he was. And about how much he loved her. He loved her, not as a girlfriend, but as a sister. And Justin felt really bad. So he stayed away. And now, months later, he still misses her. He wants her to know that he should have let her explain. He wants her to know one thing." The voice becomes familiar, like I know the voice. It must have been a voice cover, so we couldn't figure out who was speaking. I hear footsteps behind me and I want to turn, but I still feel eyes on me. A pair of arms wrap around me and I feel someone's mouth next o my ear. "Surprise," I hear, "Jelly." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AHHHHHHHHH! It's the one! Who loves me? You love me! I love writing this chapter because it reminded you what happened and it told you how Justin felt the whole time. I died thousands of times reading it! No quote. Nothing can express how amazing this was. ~Shana Alana