******Charotte's POV******
A Wedding! A Wedding we're gonna have a Wedding!!!!! Whoooooo!!!!
I run into Melanie's bedroom squealing and listen to her squeal and hug me. Mum walks lazily into the room rubbing her eyes.
"Girls it's eight in the morning, god sake please can you be quiet for at least an hour. Oh who am I kidding. Whooooo!! My little girl is getting married!!!!!" Mum squealed, we giggled at her and she joined us on the bed.
I check my watch and gasp jumping up and standing at the end of my bed.
"Right Melanie your wedding is at two o'clock, and the stylists and dress arrive at ten. So we have two hours to make sure your showered and scrubbed down till you're gleaming, with a small breakfast. Right get up and let's get downstairs!" I said in a serious voice. I jumped off the bed and Mum and Melanie followed me downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed three plates and placed them on the table. I grabbed a large and small frying pan, and a small metal pan an placed a swig of rapeseed oil in each.
"You don't smirk at nothing" she says sternly.
"Go look in the mirror" I chuckle.
She stomps into the living room and I watch her mouth gape open. "Agh! I've got chocolate all round my mouth" she cries unhappily and tries to lick it off. It doesn't work so she gets the sleeve of her gown and wipes it off making it smear a little on her cheeks. I can't help but grin a little, it's so funny. She flicks around and gives me the biggest evils of my life. I shrug my shoulders and pop my omlette on my plate. I grab a knife and fork and sit down to eat. Melanie walks over to the kettle behind me and checks the water. It must be nearly empty because she goes over to the water jug and pours the whole lot in. She flicks up the switch and the kettle buzzes to life.
"What do you want to drink?" Melanie asks, opening up the cupboard and bringing out two large mugs.
"Coffee please" I say eagerly putting another forkful of omlette into my mouth. Melanie places the mugs on the worksurface and fumbles around in another cupboard for the coffee and sweeteners. Poor Melanie has Diabetes, but I can never remember which type, she has to constantly check her blood sugar and inject herself with insulin. Back when she was younger she used to get so depressed about it, but since meeting David she's kinda perked up and just see's it as another hurdle in life.
I listen to the kettle begin to vibrate on the work surface behind me, and glance around to see big bubbles floating angrily to the top, with a small click the kettle turns itself off.
"Kettles boiled" I say shoving the very last bit of omlette in my mouth and chewing it quickly. I sit up from the table and place my plate inside the dishwasher with my cutlery. I listen to Melanie beginning to pour the hot water into the mugs.
"One sweetener or two" she asks.
"One please" I say. Two may be too much but Melanie certainly doesn't think so. I watch her dispense a sweetener in her mouth and the flow of delight across my face. I find myself shivering at the thought, I tried eating a sweetener and it was just...ugh horrible. She puts the sweeteners away and grabs some milk out the fridge. I watch her pour it in and the clashing of the spoon against the mug as she stirs it in. She pops the milk back in the fridge and places the spoon on the work surface. She hands me my mug and we sit down at the table sipping it gently. I can see Melanie's hands shaking a little as she's holding her mug of coffee, and my happiness turns to worry.
"Are you alright" I ask sounding slghtly worried.
"Just nerves is all" Melanie replies sounding more confident than she looks.
"But your shaking like a leaf" I say sounding even more worried than before.
"Y'know the butterflies in your belly that you used to get in your GCSE's, well that's what I've got now" she says calming down a little, but not enough for me too feel comfortable.
We finish our coffee's after a long girly chat and I check the time on the clock. Jesus christ it's been two hours already, time does fly.
"Come on Mel, we better get ready the nail artist will be here in two hours and Cole and Alice only one" I say taking her empty mug off her and putting it in the dishwasher.
"Okay" she says and runs up the stairs I follow her up the stairs and got to my parents room to wake Mum and Dad up.
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