Complications (Muke)

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The next day began our hunt for good wedding clothes.

Luke found it quite simple, and had the perfect tux in less than an hour.

I however, seemed to be taking forever. After four hours of going through online stores and trying to find the perfect skirt, I still couldn't. It frustrated me.

Of course, it didn't help much at all when, part way through my seemingly hopeless search, Like had to go because one of the guys had called him and he had to go. So, with the promise to return soon, he left.

I sighed at the emptiness in the house.

Turning on some music, I continued looking for the perfect thing to wear.

I came to the realization that we'd both need reception outfits, because nobody liked staying in a tux for several hours.

I'd have to talk to Luke about it, but skinny jeans and a comfortable shirt seemed like a good idea to me.

After a couple more hours of searching, I was considering just wearing a tux that matched Luke's. I was getting annoyed with the hunt.

I was also beginning to get more worried that Luke hadn't returned home. I always got worried about him.

Deciding to take a break, I set my laptop down on the couch and got up to make dinner. Luke would very likely be home before it was done.

I chose to make homemade lasagna. It took a long time, and it got my mind off of things mostly.

Of course, I was still worried about Luke. I was nearly constantly watching the clock, wondering and thinking when he was out doing things like this. It was just something I couldn't control.

Eventually, the lasagna was in the oven and I decided to keep looking for my wedding attire.

I wanted to scream when I saw it.

It was a long, slightly poofy, ruffled, white skirt. Paired with it was a tight black top that had one shoulder. It was beautiful.

Checking the price, I smiled. It was only $250. Michael's tux was $300.

So far, we had spent $900 on the wedding, and we only had outfits and the venue. It was worth it.

Eventually, Michael got home and I passionately pressed our lips together. I was always happy to see him home, safe and alive.

"You made lasagna?" He asked. I nodded.

"And I found the perfect outfit for the wedding. And I'm just gonna wear some black vans with it because I can't walk in heels and I don't like them." I added.

He smiled.

"I didn't even know you liked skirts and stuff." He said.

"Once in a while. Not very often, but I'll wear them once in a while." I shrugged.

He smiled.

"How much have we spent on the wedding so far?" He wondered.

"$900. We spent $550 on clothes so far and it's $350 to rent the venue for a day." I replied.

"Jesus." He commented, taking a bite of his lasagna.

"Oh, and we have to have reception clothes but I was just thinking skinny jeans and a shirt." I informed him.

"Sounds good to me." He answered.

I smiled.

"I love you so much." I told him.