Sammy's POV
"Sammy! Oh my God, thank god you're here! She's freaking out in there!" Bree said, rushing up to me as I stepped off the elevator onto the floor we were staying on. I sighed and went into the suit we rented for the day, before we went to the wedding.
"Gracie, stop freaking out. Everything's fine. He's not going to leave you at the alter" I heard Mel say to a hyperventilating Gracie, who sat in a silky white robe in front of the mirror.
"Oh Sammy! Help me!" Gracie wailed. I walked in front of her and placed my hands on my hips, staring her down. She shrunk back in the plush chair.
"Gracie Jessica Dell" I said sternly. "How dare you think that Tom will leave you at the alter!? He loves you more than he loves himself!" I exclaim, throwing my hands up. "For Christs sake, you're the only girl he's ever dated! You were his first everything!" I continued. "If he even dared thinks to do something like that, it better be because he left to get you your favourite Ben and Jerry's ice cream, or God so help him, I'll make sure he never reproduces again" I say. She relaxed a bit, then glared up at me.
"Don't threaten my fiancé like that! I want children" she said, and I laughed with the others. Even the hairdresser, who was waiting for Gracie to calm down before doing her hair.
"Sorry. You know he'd never dream of leaving you" I whisper, crouching to her level. She nodded.
"I know... I just... I wish... I wish..." she stuttered, and her bottom lip trembled. Stay strong, Sammy.
"I know. I wish that too" I say softly. Her eyes met mine and I hugged her. "But he's not going to leave you. You're going to walk the isle, and whether you fall over or not, he's going to meet you at the end, and you're both going to say 'I do' and be married. I promise" I say and stand up. I smile at the hairdresser and she starts on her hair. Gracie's mood completely flipped around and she started gushing with the others about the day, while I went to change into my maid of honour dress.
Tom had four groomsmen; one to go with each bridesmaid, and myself. There was Jay, Dylan, Fletcher, and Noah, who he became close with in college a few years back. The partners for the walking bit were; Noah and Mel, Dylan and Bree, Fletcher and Jordan, and finally, Jay and I. I did feel slightly jealous that Jordan was with Fletcher, but I put the pairs together, so I couldn't change them.
"Sammy! Get your ass out here to get ready!" Gracie called from the other room. I smiled at my reflection in the mint dress, and left the bedroom to be ushered into a seat to have my hair done.
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Lost Love
Teen FictionSeven years on from senior year, the 'gang' is still in New York City together. All, except Fletcher. He and the boys have spoken every now and then, but not once has he spoken to Sammy. Which is what she wanted, right? Well, it's what she thought...