A Complicated Dance

Chapter 1

Snow glides from the sky in a messy formation until it hits the floor outside of my townhome two stories from the window I'm peering out of in my bedroom. It's been snowing for days, and I love it.

I love the snow.

I didn't used to. When I first saw it when I was ten, I hated it because Ryan wasn't there.

Now he isn't here again, and hasn't been for five years.

I sigh slowly and look down at the steaming mug of hot chocolate in my hand and shift on my window seat.

The doorbell rings downstairs.

Who would be at my door at six at night?

I stand up, carrying my mug downstairs. My navy blue pajama pants drag along the floor and my black long sleeve shirt rides up my hip as I make my way downstairs. I make sure to peer in the mirror. My hair isn't bad. I run my fingers through it. The doorbell rings again. I sigh quietly and walk to the door. I turn to bolt that keeps it locked and pull the door open.

I don't even have time to register my shock before Taylor comes strolling in my front door.

It's been five years since I've seen the girl. Her boobs got bigger and she got, if possible, prettier. She runs her fingers through her snow covered hair, and sits down on my couch.

I shut the door and lock it.

"Taylor?" I ask.

"The one and only." She smiles.

"I..." I trail off.

I thought she hated me. I mean, it was four and a half years ago that I broke her boyfriend's heart. We spoke on and off throughout the years.

"How do you know where I live?" I ask.

"Well, your mother, of course!" she smiles.

"You've spoken to my Mom?"

"Of course I have!" she smiles. "I'm here with excellent news."

"Are you pregnant?"

She laughs.

"No, but that's the next step."

I set my mug down, and then I gasp. "You're marrying Dylan?"

She grins. "He proposed last night! I need a maid of honor and you're her, okay?"

"Okay, yes, of course I'll be your maid of honor!" I sit down next to her. "When's the wedding?"

"Saturday." She says.

It's Thursday. I blink four times. "He just proposed yesterday." I remind her.

"Relax; I've had it planned for years. I have money, I already have everything set up." She pats my knee.

"You know you could have called instead of flying all the way out here."

"Of course I couldn't!" she says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you're stubborn and you won't want to go to the wedding when I bluntly remind you that Ryan is the groomsmen."

I stop breathing.

"No way, I fucked up a while ago! I can't possibly be attending a wedding he'll be at! I can't see his heartbroken eyes-"

"He won't be heartbroken when he sees your tits have grown."

"Taylor!" I gasp.

"Please will you come?"

"I don't know..."

"You're coming." She says. "It's final. The wedding is Saturday at eight in the morning. I expect you to be there. It's in Florida at Clearwater Beach." She stands up. "Now I need to go." She grabs my mug of hot chocolate and walks out of the door.

****

Sleep did not come easy that night. I spent the whole time tossing and turning. The wedding is tomorrow and I've got nothing. Taylor is out with Dylan and Ryan. She doesn't care that she isn't supposed to see Dylan.

She texted me earlier and told me to call her if I needed anything. She said she's at the mall.

Sighing, I dial Taylor.

It rings four times. "Hey Kelsey." She says.

"Did you just purposely say my name to let the guys know that it's me on the phone?" I ask.

"Yes." She says, and she laughs. "What's up?"

"Yeah, um, I don't know what I'm supposed to be wearing."

"Google Jennifer Lawrence at a wedding."

Sighing, I put her on speaker and start to type into google.

"Okay..." I trail off.

"See the one with Jen in the tan dress?"

"Yes." I say.

"Get a dress in that color, and don't get a long one."

"But what if you don't like it? This is you and Dylan's wedding and I don't want to ruin it."

"Kelsey." That's Dylan. "Just get a dress." He says. "It seriously doesn't matter."

"Yes it does matter!" Taylor gasps.

I sigh loudly and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Fuck it. I'm winging it."

"Okay." Taylor says. "You have good style anyways."

"Yeah, okay." I say. "What about hair? Makeup? Do you need me to pay for anything? I have more money than my parents do, so I can just pay for the whole thing-"

"Kelsey, just get a dress and shoes." Taylor hangs up.

Sighing, I walk into the nearest dress store.

This is going to take forever.