We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 20: #Turnt.

•Mallory•

"Okay, so who did you invite?" I ask Sebastian.

"Savannah, Shyanne, Alaina, Alyssa, Undertaker, William, Grell, the three idiots and Tanaka, Ciel, Lady Elizabeth, Lau, Ran-Mao, Josh, Alice, and my cousin Cheyenne. And a few other nobles that Ciel is acquainted with."

Today- well tonight, we were having a party to announce our engagement. Sebastian's idea. You know, my plan was just to text everybody like 'me and Sebastian are getting married lol'.

"And I told everyone to dress formally. It was hard convincing Savannah to wear a dress." He adds.

"I bet." I chuckle.

"Speaking of that... I need a dress. You wanna go with me to the mall?" I ask, remembering I only have like one dress.

He smirks, and nods. "Let's go."

**

It's been quite a while, and I'm still trying on dresses.

"What about this one?" I ask, coming out of the dressing room in a dress that's poofy and short at the bottom, and comes to my knees. It's grey, and fades into black.

Sebastian looks up, and his jaw drops. O...k...

"You're getting that one." He says, and pushes me back into the changing room.

***

I look my appearance over in the mirror. I'm wearing the dress from earlier, a black leather jacket, black pumps (which I had to practice walking in), black jewelry, black makeup, and my hair curled.

I quickly put on my black choker, and grab my phone. I walk out of my room, and go look for Sebastian.

Assuming he's in his room, I walk there, and open the door. He's standing there in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie.

"You take longer to get ready than I do." I retort.

He looks at me through the mirror, and gives me a crooked smile. "No. I just started after you. It took you like two hours to do that. It takes me like what, thirty minutes to get ready? Yeah."

I roll my eyes. "Just come on."

**

Everyone is dressed all fancy. Even Shyanne and Savannah are wearing dresses. Savannah is wearing a grey dress with black Converse, and Shyanne is wearing a black dress and black flats. That is so surprising, honestly.

"Mal, come here!" Sebastian calls. I roll my eyes and walk over to where he is, to find a girl with curly blonde hair in a black shirt, black skirt, black tights, and Doc Martens.

"This is my cousin, Cheyenne. Cheyenne, this is Mallory."

"Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about her! She's your girlie-friend! Hi, Mallory!" She waves. I give her a smile. "Hi, Cheyenne. It's nice meeting you."

"Sebastian, didn't you want to say something? Go up there now, I want this party to be over with." Ciel groans.

Sebastian rolls his eyes, and drags me to the stage area with him.

I grab a microphone, and beat on it. "Pineapples. Okay, it works. EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" I say into the mic. Sebastian takes it from me, smiling.

"Okay, everyone. I have something important to say." He says, and starts singing the chorus of The Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At The Disco in a monotone voice.

I smack his arm, and call him an idiot.

"Just kidding. Hello, everyone. I know this party is a bit unexpected, but I'm sure you'll all be quite happy once we tell you why you're here." He smiles.

"Hi. I'm Mallory and I like cats. And Sebastian." I say into the microphone.

A chorus of aww's erupt from the crowd, and I smirk.

"Okay, I seriously need everyone's attention right now. Here's the big news.... Me and Mallory are.. Engaged!" He says, holding up my hand, showing off the engagement ring.

Everyone starts shouting in happiness, except Grell. She's just over there talking about how I stole her "Bassy" from her.

Poor Grell.

•Sebastian•

Welp, there it is. Everyone knows me and Mal are getting married.

I should've known what Grell would do, that's why I didn't want to invite him. But Mallory said it would be rude if we didn't.

"So when is the wedding?" Cheyenne asks me and Mallory. "I'm not sure yet. We haven't even started making plans, which we need to do," Mallory pokes me, "But we'll let everyone know once we know something. But I can tell you there will be a lot of food."

"Food is life." Cheyenne says. Mallory nods in agreement.

The other Shyanne runs over to us, screaming. "SEBAMALLORY IS REAL! SEBAMALLORY IS REAL!"

"It's always been real, you idiot."

"I know that, but y'all are getting married! And I'd better be a bridesmaid, Mallory!" She says.

"Of course you'll be." Mal says, reaching up to pet her head.

Savannah walks over, a huge smile on her face. Alyssa falls shortly behind, and the three look at each other.

"So when are you having children?" They ask in unison.

"I knew this was coming." Mallory groans.

"Why do you keep asking that? I don't know. I don't even know if there will be kids."

Alyssa walks over to me, and grabs me by the collar. "There better be children." She growls.

"If you don't have children, then I'll drug you both and make you have kids." Shyanne smiles.

That is so creepy.

"That sounds a bit like necrophilia." I say.

"No, necrophilia is when you're in to banging dead people. What she said is just plain crazy and smart." Savannah says in a matter-of-fact tone.

I roll my eyes.

**

The rest of the night just consisted of people freaking out about the engagement, and asking us tons of questions.

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A/N

im about to eat food:')

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