Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Lilly Ann's Bridal Shop from Hell

Chapter 8. Lilly Ann's Bridal Shop from Hell

"I cannot believe I have to go back to this store."

I was in Andrew's car heading over to the shop to ask about the dress. He had gone earlier this morning to get the car from the bar, and brought it back to my apartment. It was a Saturday, which meant I wasn't obligated to go to work, but Ryan would have wanted me to. He even told me to be back today, but no way am I going to work on a Saturday!

As soon as we had gotten in the car, he sped out of the parking lot and we glided through the streets, our hair air blown by the incoming wind. I honestly never thought I'd ever be in this car again in my life. This was bringing back some crazy nostalgia.

Before we had left, I put on my black shorts and red boyfriend cardigan with a white tank top underneath. Along with my famous red Converse's of course. I always had a pair of red converse in my closet. I'd been getting a new pair ever since tenth grade when Andrew said I looked good in red.

"Looking good in red as usual," he had said as I walked out of my bedroom. "Are those the same ones from high school?"

"These? No way. I have to get a new pair every year, because I wear them out so much," I had answered.

"All righty then, let's go."

And after a long and awkward ride down in the elevator, I was now sitting in the front of the old (red) Chevrolet, coasting along the streets. I was too tense to fully enjoy it though. All I could think about was the dress.

What if Sasha is there and she lies her ass off in front of me? Or the only other dress is long gone? I need to find this dress. I'm totally screwed without it.

"Hey, you ok?" Andrew asked.

"I'm trying to be. But all I can think about is not finding that dress, because if I don't find it, my relationship with Mandy is ruined. She trusted me, and I let her down."

"Stop being so negative! We're going to find this dress, I know we are," he told me, "I don't care if we have to fight a civil war to find it. We're going to complete this wedding dress mission no matter what."

"Thank you..." I whispered into the cool breeze. "Can we just talk about something else?"

"Sure," he said, smiling sympathetically.

That moment of his black hair blowing in the wind, pearly white teeth gleaming, and blue eyes intent on the road was picture perfect. I would take a thousand pictures of this with my Canon camera; capturing the dimples in his cheeks, the sparkle in his eyes...

It reminded me of the times when we would just drive. Drive on and on and on. Out of the city and into the surrounding mountain pathways of towering red rocks. We'd laugh and sing, and I would take pictures of him in his Ray Ban sunglasses as we sped deeper and deeper into the abyss.

I much rather be going on that adventure with him than this one; headed to the place I never wanted to enter again.

" So, what's it like being back in this car?" he asked, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Well... it is pretty strange. We did have some good times in here," I said smiling nostalgically. "I even lost my virginity to you in that back seat." I pointed back to the brown leather seats.

He smirked and laughed hysterically. "Definitely my favorite time with you in here. Man that was good."

I smacked his shoulder playfully. "Don't be gross. That was special to me." But I couldn't help letting out a laugh myself. We snickered about it some more, remembering how nervous and inexperienced we were. It felt weird to be laughing at such a serious time.