"That's amazing!" I exclaim, acting really surprised. It's not like Mum and I were talking about this this morning or anything ...
"I'm so glad you think so! Because, I was wondering ..." Here it comes, oh god. "If you'd be my maid of honour?" Maid of Honour? That's like, a grown up Bridesmaid.
"But, doesn't Derek have any daughters that want to be the Maid of Honour?" I ask her, desperately. Debbie shakes her head.
"No, he's got a daughter and a son. Obviously, his son can't be a Maid, and Daisy's too young to be the Maid of Honour. That's why I was hoping, you would." She gives me the look I can't say no to.
"Well, okay then." I say, reluctantly. Mum looks shocked that I've agreed, but covers it up with excitment."When's it going to be?" I ask Debbie.
"November the seventh." That's not far away. I should know. My birthday's on the second of November. I nod my head.
"Okay, well, I'm going up to bed. I'm mad tired." I admit. I say goodnight to everyone ,and wander up to my room. I take my phone out of my pocket.
TO : AMELIA : Confirmed. Derek and Debbie are getting hitched. Guess who she has in mind for Maid of Honour?-L.M
I put my phone down, and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I check my refection while I'm doing so. My dull brown hair hangs limply around my face, my side bang, just skirting over my eye. My boring brown eyes stare at me, as if to tell me 'Do you really know what you're doing?' No, eyes, no I do not. I wash my face quickly, before going back into my room. I get out some jogging bottoms and a vest.
I walk over to where I dumped my phone. There are three texts, all from Amelia.
FROM : AMELIA : OHMYGOD, TELL ME IT WAS YOU?! -AMI XO
FROM : AMELIA : OH MY GOD, LILLY-MAE, MESSAGE ME RIGHT NOW. WAS. IT .YOU?! -AMI XO
FROM : AMELIA : LILLY-MAE, I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. TELL ME NOW, OH MY GOD. -AMI XO
I laugh at every message. I hit the 'Reply' button.
TO : AMELIA : Yeah, it's me. The step-daughter-to-be isn't 'old enough' :/ -L.M
I turn off my phone. I can't be bothered with anymore over-excited text messages from Amelia about the wedding. I put my phone in my drawer, and glance up at the Bro Down poster. I smile, slightly. It's stupid, really, but they're actually the definition of perfect.I look on the desk, and realize that Mum's written something on a piece of paper.
That band Bro Down, interview at 7.30, MTV Live , Mum xx
I glance at the clock. 7.24. I leap over the room for my tv remote, I fiddle with the buttons, willing it to have battery in it. When it doesn't work, I starts to doubt it has. I groan in frustration. I take my remote control and run down the stairs, almost twisting my ankle. "DAD!" I yell, running into the living room. Everyone in the room look up, startled. When they see my face, they go into panic mode.
Mum gets up from her seat. "Honey, what's wrong?" I walk past her.
"Dad," I say, "This is very important. Where are the battery's for the remote?!" Everyone groans. I spin around. "What?" I ask, genuinely surprised. "There's an interview I want to see, that's on in less than 10 minutes." I say, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Mum laughs. "Oh right! That band you like." She turns to Debbie and Derek. "She likes a band called Bro Down?" She looks at me for confirmation. I nod, thrusting the remote into my Dad's hands.
"Now, please." I say, giving him a pleading look. He shakes his head and takes the remote from me, walking into the other room.
"She has a bit of a fancy for the lead singer." Mum carries on.
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