I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 96

---time skip---

Max hasn't come back yet, so I decide to take my mask off. I unbuckle it and put it on my lap, rubbing my temples. Jay looks over and pauses, his eyes wide.

"Ya know, you're the first maggot to see my face. Usually, I have my mask on," I say, looking at him. I could almost feel how hot his face is from blushing, and he looked like he would get a nosebleed if he stared any longer.

"I-I, uh... you look, heh, p-pretty.... oh god what am I saying," he asks himself, putting his hands on his face.

"I do? I didn't think so," I say.

"I'm sorry," he says in his hands.

"Don't be. I take that as a compliment and not you being a complete fanboy," I says.

"I feel like I'm going to have a nosebleed," he admits.

"That... that may be bad," I say.

"No, i-it's okay," he stutters through. He puts his hands down and leans his head back, trying not to get a nosebleed by not looking at me.

"Is it true that your hair was 70 feet long," he asks.

"Easily. My hair, before I had it cut, was over 90 feet long. It took me at least 2 years to get it that long, but I could achieve it now in about 2 months," I say.

"How could live with that much hair," he asks.

"I'm used to it. My braid's down to my ankles right now, and tomorrow it's going to be to the floor," I say.

"Jay, time to go," Max says. Jay hops up and I stand, getting a grateful handshake from Max.

"Thank you very much for looking after Jay while I took the calls," he says.

"No problem. Jay's a good kid. You taught him right," I say, making him smile and Jay look away.

"Glad you think so. Well, have a good day," he says. 

They walk to the exit and Jay waves to me, putting the lighter in the front pocket of the coverall. I turn back and Sid hugs me, keeping his feet on the ground. He lets go and walks next to me, examining my mask because I gave it to him. I hop on the bus and sit on the couch, Sid taking his position on the other side.

-night-

We've been talking about my dream wedding and he's been suggesting colors and styles that would look good with the ideas.

"So the bridesmaids would wear red because of the red roses," I simplify.

"Yeah. The flower girl would have a white dress and sprinkle rose petals down the aisle and you would have a red and white bouquet with roses and little tiny snowballs and lavender," he daydreams.

"I have a question," I start.

"Go on," he says.

"Would you, if I do get married, like to plan the wedding with me? I mean, as the decorator," I say. 

In an instant, he jumps on me and hugs me tight. I'm laying down, and he's laying on me while hugging me. It was so weird that when Corey walked in, he paused, turned and walked back without a word. He lets go and sits up, sitting on my legs.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," I guess, sitting up.

"Hell yeah I'll be the decorator! I would love to help with that," he exclaims.

"Perfect. I'm sure Bruce'll understand that I trust you," I say.

"What kind of ring were you thinking," he asks.

"Something simple, but not. Like, there's one diamond or gemstone in the center, but there's other things around it. Make sense," I ask.

"Yeah. What about the dress," he asks.

"Well, it would be lace-y, maybe around the arms and chest, and it would flare out at some point. Since it would be winter, I would need some sort of cape or wrap," I look at him after saying it.

"Cape," we both say.

"With a hood," I say.

"And a fur lining," Sid says.

"Outer shell is fur. Inner would be white silk," I say.

"Ooh, and it would have a three-tier white ribbon to tie it," he says. Three-tier in this case would be three ribbons at the start, then merging into one to tie.

"Yes," I say, fangirling over the cape.

"And the hood would be big. Like, you can put all of your hair into it and still put it up enough that your whole face is covered against wind," he fantasizes.

"We need to make this as soon as Bruce proposes! This cape will be stuck in my head until I make it," I say.

"And the dress would have a little train, but not much," he continues.

"With a lace shell covering the inner material," I say.

"And there would be no sleeves because you don't want to stain the dress," he says.

"But it would have shoulder coverings; like a t-shirt," I say.

"And it would have a sweetheart neckline," he says.

"And a middle-cut back," I say.

"And buttons to pin it up in the back," he says fast.

"It would hug my hips, but flare into a mermaid bottom," I say.

"Yes," he says like me.

"And the train would be about a foot to 2 feet out and all around," I say.

"It would have lace," he says, his voice getting higher.

"And mesh," I say, my voice getting higher.

"It would switch between the two," he says.

"What-"

Before Joey could finish, we both squeal like schoolgirls and hug each other. Sid let me sit on my knees because my legs were pretty uncomfortable.

"Are you taking about," he finishes.

"The wedding dress," Sid says. Joey goes confused and looks at me, raising a nonexistent eyebrow.

"If I get married," I say.

"Oh, that's why you've been talking about color coordination for the past," he pauses and looks at the clock, "hour and a half."

"Guess what," Corey asks.

"Griffin's first word is fuck," I guess.

"No. God I wish it was. We're going to Paris in June," he says.

"Really? Yes," I say, high-fiving Sid.

"Why," Corey asks.

"We've been talking about her dream wedding for the past, like, 3 or 4 hours," Sid says.

"You keep doing that," Corey says, leaving. Joey leaves a few minutes after and Sid and I keep talking about the wedding.