A/N I've just entered the #JustWriteIt and So You Think You Can Write 2015 contests. I'm hoping you guys can support me. It's my first ever contest and I'm so nervous. Btw I just wrote my first name as the pledge. I hope it's alright... Let's start!
"Should I wear the orange one or the yellow one?" I asked Jeffrey while holding the dresses against my body, staring at the mirror.
"Did you seriously just ask me that? You look like an orange in that one and a lemon in that one. So I say none and you should just ditch him," he said in a bored tone of voice. I turned around to look at him. Jeffrey had disliked Rick ever since I bought him home 3 years ago.
They were total opposites. Jeffrey was a logical 11 year old boy whereas Rick was as nonsense as ever but I guess that's why I fell for him.
"No I'm not going to ditch him," I replied, "I'm going to marry him!" I jumped onto my cushy bed full of clothes.
"So if you were Rick, would you want me to be an orange or a lemon?" I asked him. He stared at me wide-eyed.
"Ew. Yuck. Don't even speak anymore. I'm out of here." Jeffrey said as he backed out of my room. What? I was just asking.
My iPhone rang, signaling a text message. I picked it up from the pillow and pressed on the Messages icon.
- You ready? - Rick <3
I screamed and dropped the phone on my face. "Ow...Uh..." I said as I rubbed my nose.
- Got something for you if you be quick ;) - Rick <3
I grabbed my phone again. Oh my god, he really is going to propose!
- Do you want me to be an orange or a lemon? - Me
- Anything you want baby - Rick <3
- Aww okay! I'll be a peach - Me
I placed my phone back on the bed and grabbed the pale pink dress with floral prints all over it. The dress reached my knees so a perfect length for any dancing. Rick knew how much I loved dancing and even though he never wanted to dance with me in public or at home, he surely will today. I mean he has to charm me before proposing right?
"JEFFREY! Come help me!" I called out to him. I was struggling to pull up my dress with the zipper and was becoming frustrated. This never happened before. "Uh no. Call mum," he replied from across the hallway. He must be in the library again. "Fine. MUM!" I yelled now.
"MUM!" I yelled again. A few seconds later, her footsteps could be heard clattering on the stairs like it always did when mum walked. She had an excellent posture, slim body and long thin legs, a really goals body for a middle age woman in her late 40s.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she reached the final steps. She walked into my room and gasped. "Milly! Dear! Why are you wearing that?" She asked as soon as she saw me.
"Why not? I want to look my best for today!" I answered her, pretending not to notice the look of horror on her face. "It's just that...you know... Wasn't that going to be your honeymoon outfit? You don't want to spoil Rick just yet," mum replied, nodding her head like she just thought of the idea.
"Aw I know but today is a really special day. I want to look my best when Rick, you know... proposes!" I squealed, unable to retain myself. My mum helped me pull up the remaining part of the zipper and straightened out the wrinkles on the dress. She smiled.
"Of course dear."
I spun around. The dress wrapped itself around me tightly, showcasing my curves. It was a bit hard to breathe but aren't all tight dresses like this?
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The Pre-Wedding Weight Loss
RomanceMilly Frathom had almost everything. Being born into a rich family, her only remaining goals were to get married with the man she loved and create her own little bundles of joy. One night, her boyfriend, Rick Garrfed proposes to her, making Milly th...
