March 28, 2015; Tyler & Jenna's wedding
"My hair is actually a mess!" Jenna yells from the other room.
She didn't make me do her hair for her wedding, because I'm the maid of honor. I get enough weight put on my shoulders. But that also means that she will NOT be happy with her hair because no one can do it as good as me. Kidding.
"Did the stylist already leave? Give me a comb." I rush into the room.
"5 minutes for the maids!" We year the planner knock on the door.
"Oh my god, this is already turning into shit."
"Calm. Breathe in and out. This is the best day of your life. Just imagine Tyler standing out there waiting to see you, okay?" I fix the frizzy pieces in her hair and perfect the style.
"What would I do without you?"
"Probably spend too much money at a salon."
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"You may now kiss the bride."
Jenna and Tyler kiss. His parents cry. Her parents cry. All of us maids cry. The officiant cries. The groomsmen (including Josh) all look like they're trying not to cry, but failing. Literally everyone in the vicinity have just felt the wrath of improperly cut onions.
It really ended up being a fairy tale wedding. The reception is tomorrow, because they didn't want to have to rush to another venue right away.
Jenna and Tyler grip onto each others' hands and walk up the aisle, now husband and wife.
Okay, who chopped the onions?
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Back at the hotel
Everything was going perfect until I turned my phone back on at the hotel.
4 unread messages
Unknown number: I know what you've been up to.
Unknown number: I know what you did.
Unknown number: I know where to find you.
Unknown number: I'm going to find you.
Okay? They're just repeating the same thing over and over so what's the point? I google the area code to find out where it's coming from.
North Carolina. AKA, where Shawn and HIS WIFE and HIS KIDS live. No way in HELL am I dealing with this right now.
I open up Twitter and pull up my messages, finding Shawn's name.
"Lead singer/guitarist for @Alesana. President of @RevivalRecs. Lucky husband, proud father. PMA." I read his bio out loud.
"Then why, 5 years later, are you still trying to torture me?"
@dolsson: Hey. Delete my number from your phone and stop reaching out to me or I am calling the police. Just because technology has developed doesn't mean that restraining orders HAVE NOT. IT INCLUDES REACHING OUT THROUGH TEXTS.
I waited a few minutes for a response but didn't get one from him.
@joshuadun: hey are ya still at the hotel
@dolsson: Yes why
@joshuadun: open ur door lol
First of all, why does he insist on using Twitter, rather than just texting me? But, I could have responded to Shawn's messages through text and chose Twitter instead...
I open the door to my room and find Josh, still in his tux, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"What is it?"
He hands me the bouquet, making me just as confused as. I was before I asked.
"For you."
"For me?"
There was a moment of silence.
"It's Jenna's. She wanted you to hold onto them until the reception tomorrow."
"Oh."
"Uh, yeah. See ya."
He turns around and beads back to his room. That was the most awkward experience of my life. Can I wake up now?
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