There really is no guessing or wondering when the real thing comes along. There is usually a telltale sign that lets you know when true love has arrived...a voice in your head, a sense of recognition or a gut feeling that this is someone special to...
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(Jennie's hairstyle & OOTD)
105 ; J E N N I E
Santana and I entered the chapel hand in hand. "I'm surprised that it turned out this nicely." I said as we walked over to our seats. We are sitting next to Quinn since she came here without a date.
The three of us always have this joke about how Quinn is like the third person in our relationship. Santana and I have talked about it and we are open to threesomes. Only with people, we know and no boys are allowed.
"Oh, God. It is a Carrot Top convention." Santana said rudely as some of Ms. Pillsbury's relatives entered the chapel. "San! Be nice." I told my girlfriend seriously.
"I am so over this, and it hasn't even started yet. Jennie and I are the hottest bitches in this lousy joint, but we're stuck here sitting with you." Santana continued.
"Do you want me to slap you again?" Quinn asked her. "Let's calm down girls. I'm sitting in between you two and I don't want to get whacked in the face." I told them seriously.
