Friday Barnes one shots

Five years time

Set three months after book12

Friday Barnes was many things but she was not fashionable. Yes she still wore her Jeans and Brown cardigan, but she had morphed into a pretty young girl. Melanie would never miss the opportunity to point out when people looked at her and would never fail to laugh when she noticed Ian glare at them. Anyway, normally Friday's lack of fashion wasn't a problem, but right now, it was a big one. 'You have to' wailed Ingrid. 'I refuse to let my bridesmaid wear an ugly brown cardigan and jeans to my wedding.' Friday sighed. Ingrid had been begging Friday to try on dresses for at least an hour and Friday was not having it. 'Fine!' She yelled 'anything to make you stop.' Ingrid clapped happily and Melanie smirked. 'So what colours should we start with? Your wedding colours are blue, teal and green so I say teal dresses but it's up to you,' she said standing up. 'She'd look best in teal,' said Ian from the corner. Friday glared at him and he smiled, 'try this' Ingrid said, holding out a teal dress. It was cut to fall just above the knees and looked like something out of a Disney movie. Friday sighed. This was going to be a very long afternoon.

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Friday had completely zoned out. She was brought crashing back to earth when Melanie stood on her foot. 'Ow, Mel what the-' but she didn't finish because Melanie pointed to where Ingrid and Binky stood. 'Do you, Binky Pelly, take Princess Ingrid to be your lawfully wedded wife?'
'I do' Binky said
'And do you, Princess Ingrid, take Binky Pelly to be your lawfully wedded husband?'
'I do'
'You may kiss your bride'
Binky pulls Ingrid into his arms and kissed her as everyone broke into applause. Friday smiled. It wasn't often she was got to be part of such an important moment. She was apart of the proposal but it hadn't really gone to plan. She glanced at Ian to find him already looking at her, a big stupid grin on his face.

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Every female was standing in a group. Some looked like they were mid 40s and others were hardly old enough to walk. All the men and boys were standing around with drinks in their hands, talking and watching and Ingrid got ready to toss the bouquet. Friday was not part of the group. She didn't believe that whoever caught it would get married next and she had no capability to catch the bouquet so she saw no point. Melanie stood next to her, also not going to try to catch the bouquet. She simply couldn't be bothered.
'Ok' Ingrid called. 'Ready?' Everyone yelled in response. Ingrid threw the bundle of flowers over her head. It was a wonky throw so it ended up going to the right. Friday assumed that someone next to her would catch it but Melanie pushed her towards. She stumbled forwards a few steps then felt something land in her arms. She had caught it. Ingrid turned around and beamed when she said who had fought her bouquet. She rushed over and hugged Friday. When she was realised, she looked over at Ian. So did everyone else. Ian shrugged, his already big smile growing even wider. 'I mean. I would definitely marry her if she got the guts to ask me.' People laughed and, for once Friday decided to play along. She strode over to Ian, got down on one knee and said ' Ian, will you marry me?' Everyone laughed and cheered. 'We're 15, so no. Ask me again in 5 years.' He pulled her up and kissed her then wrapped his arm around her. 'Five years it is' she laughed.