Alex and Jared

Alex

"Alex. Alexandria. Alexandria Paris Venizea," my sister Sydney hisses into my ear.

"What do you want?" I growl, my voice husky with sleep. My sister had just committed two terrible crimes- starting with her waking me up from my beautiful rest and ending with her calling me my full name. My parents had the bright idea of naming me after two cities because our last name was Venizea, and, well, that somehow sounded like Venice to them.

"Oh nothing, much. Just wanted to remind you that I am getting married in exactly seven hours, twenty-six minutes and forty-two seconds," her words pile over each other.

"But who's counting?" I grunt as I drag myself out of bed and reach for a pair of jeans.

"Alex. ALEX, WHERE'S YOUR DRESS?" Sydney freaks.

"What dress?"

"ALEX!" Sydney shrieks.

"Geez. I. Was. Kidd. Ing." I snort.

"You're giving me a heart attack," she sniffs.

"Are you crying?" Sydney enjoys overreacting and being an all around drama queen. She did go to theater school.

"Just put on your dress then I'll do your hair and makeup," Sydney says, sighing.

"'Kay. Fine." I reach for my ugly bridesmaid dress and look over at Sydney. "Some privacy, please?" I demand, acting modest. Sydney groans and her petite, thin frame exits my room. I need some time to myself. In fact, I need the rest of my life to myself. I'm never, ever, ever getting married.