Copwane

The Setting.

Outside of the church window, birds sang their songs and squirrels scurried up their trees. Daneliya Jones, a brown-haired girl with light, sun tanned skin watched them as she helped carry another foldout table to a corner where the Youth group was in charge of setting up for a large event. That event being none other than her own sister's, Isa's, wedding. She turned her attention to a boy across the table, a member of her youth group, Gavin Swift. His black hair had fallen into his hazel eyes and he was trying to blow it out of his face.

"Set it down there," Paul called holding a checkboard.

Paul is their youth group leader. He is a tall and blond man in his early twenties. His skin looking as if he just got back from a beach vacation.

Gavin, and Daneliya, lowered the table to the ground and checked to make sure it was set up right.

"Renea!" Paul snapped slightly, "What are you doing?"

All the teens turned their attention to a gorgeous African American girl, who had her phone in her hand and her fingers flying over the small screen, "One sec. My bestie just gave me the bestest news ever!" She squealed excitedly, her hair bobbing as she turned away, being joined be a few of the other girls.

Daneliya returned her gaze back to the window, before she returned to Paul for her next instructions, followed closely by Gavin.

She straightened out her Blue cropped-T and looked around at the same shade of blue around the room. The wedding was in a few hours and the theme was, Midnight Blue. She smiled to herself as she imagined her sister, in her wedding dress, walking down the aisle to James Brady, Daneliya's soon to be brother-in-law.

"Ok," Paul said reading from the list that Isa had provided, "We still need flowers, table-cloths, lights, and the cake," He looked up, a questioning look in his gaze, "Anyone know who is going for the cake?"

Both Gavin and Daneliya shook their heads. They had both heard their parents discussing it on separate occasions, but neither knew what had been decided or if anything had been decided at all. Both family's had been good friends for years. It wasn't uncommon for one to run an idea past the other.

Paul nodded and turned away pulling out his phone, calling Daneliya' s mom, "Hello Mrs. Jones," listening for the response, he paused and then laughed, "Fine, fine. Tani Jones. Do you know who is going to get the cake? Should I send some of my teenagers to get it or?" He paused again listening, "Your husband is going to get it? Ok Perfect. See you later," He laughed again, "Yes, yes. The church will be ready!" He pulled the phone away from his ear, hanging up. He looked at Daneliya and Gavin. "No need to worry about the cake. You two can start on the lights. I'll get Mitch and Renea to help you." He looked up and scanned the room. Upon seeing them, he made eye contact with each, and waved them over.

Mitch Sanders is a tall lanky boy with pale skin and hair dyed black at the roots and a fiery red at the tips. He has the air of a goth and rebel, his leather jacket connected to his black jeans with silver chains similar to the ones worn around his neck. He wore black eyeliner around his eyes and added powder to lighten his skin farther.

Mitch turned to Paul. His shoulders hunched over and his eye showing a rebellious spirit. Daneliya just wanted him to go home if he didn't want to be here, no need having him mess up the wedding with his sour attitude.

"Come here," Paul said trying to hurry them along.

Renea rolled her eyes and put her phone in a pocket of her blue dress and flounced towards Paul, Gavin, and Daneliya, Mitch pushing himself off the wall and following.