Almost Sinder3lla

Wedding Day Arrives

We had just started summer break, so I had a lot of my time on my shoulders. I spent most of that time with my brothers and my dad. Also, I slept in a little bit. It was nice not having school. School got tiring since there were always guys hanging on my shoulders. Literally, I had twenty boys ask me to go with them to our dance we had at the end of the school year. It was hard to choose, but eventually I picked one out of them all. He was the best date I'd ever had, Becca's brother, Blake, I liked him. But he wanted to get serious, I didn't. I never wanted to get serious. Plus, according to my brother, that was one of the rules in being a player. You could never get serious. But he did, with Becca. They were cute together, but he'd broken his own rule. They'd grown up together, and liked each other their whole life. It was a sweet story, but it wasn't mine to tell.

Juliana spent a lot of time with us, when our parents were on dates. She bugged me. She always acted like she was my master, and I was her slave. But I never did anything she told me to do, and she didn't like it one bit. It got on my nerves how she thought she was my master. I knew it couldn't be that she was richer than I was, because my dad was much more richer than them. It could have been my cowgirl self, but I didn't care about that factor. For, she would have to live as a cowgirl soon. The wedding was in a few days, and then she'd have to live on a farm. The thought of it made me crack up laughing each time. Her, living on a farm. She was obviously a city girl, and it was hilarious to imagine her like me. That was, if her witch of a mother didn't convince my dad to move into the city. I doubted it, because my dad loved it here. The freedom, the memories, and the thought of us all together. The memories especially. The memories of my mom. She died six years ago, and she left wonderful memories with us all. I was ten when she died, Stephen was four, and Lucas was twelve. It was sad for us all. Stephen didn't grieve as much, because he didn't quite understand it all. That she wasn't coming back. But Dad grieved on his own, he never let us see his tears, but we knew he did cry them.

Lucas and I cryed together and held each other. He held me the most, because I cried the most. I still cry to him. The memories are still with me. I'll never let them go. Lucas knows that and he doesn't mind it. But he doesn't cry with me, he just holds me while I cry.

 

I started atracting this dude that lives in the farm right next to ours. He's pretty cute. I can tell he wants me and so I know that I am doing a good job. Lately, he's been hanging out at our farm, pretending to hang out with Lucas. But I hang out with Lucas, so it's obvious that he's trying to figure out how to get me. He asked me out last night, but I couldn't go. He's here now, and he just asked me if he could go to the wedding with me.

"Are you sure you want to see my dad's romance with a woman." I asked.

"As long as I get to be with you."

"Well, you might not be able to."

"What? Why not?" he sounded astonished.

I snicked to myself at his expression. "Because I am going to be in the front with my dad."

"Oh, well I can still be with you after the wedding."

"True, if I don't find someone else to hang out with."

"You better not."

"Oh. Don't worry. I will." I said as I walked away.

I really was looking forward to the wedding, a little bit. I really wanted to talk to Becca's brother, Mason. I was really disappointed in myself for the way I had broken up with him, and I just wanted to apologize.... If he was coming...