A/N: Sorry for the late update once again. But I finally finished it, so yay.
A couple of things you should know before you read:
1. Every characters except for Pentatonix and Ingrid, are requested.
2. If your conversation with Scott and Ingrid didn't happen in this chapter means that your conversation with them suits in a particular place of the story. So I put you in the next chapter.
3. I may not type in all the information about your appearances, so I'm sorry of that.
4. This is the most important of all : Have fun reading!
(Kirstie's POV)
After Scott and Ingrid's wedding, Ingrid went back to the preparing room to change into a shorter dress, so she could move more freely when dancing.
I led the guests to the place where they will eat and dance, and then I went upstairs to check up on Ingrid.
I walked up the stairs, and entered the room that Ingrid was in.
Ingrid didn't notice me. She was looking at herself in the full-length mirror, already dressed.
Her hand was on her stomach, and she looked down. Looks like she's worrying, but the dress fits perfectly though.
"Ingrid?" I called.
"!!" She jumped and gasped.
She turned around with horror on her face.
"Oh god, are you okay?" I ran over to her.
"Yes, I'm fine. You just scared me a little." She gave me a smile.
"Sorry. Is there anything wrong with that dress? I saw you were looking at it." I asked.
"No, it's just a bit tighter comparing to the wedding dress..." She mumbled.
"But it looked perfect on you, you looked beautiful." I said.
"Thank....thank you...Kirst..." Ingrid said as she started sobbing.
I pulled her into a hug quickly.
"Sweetie...." I mumbled, trying to comfort her.
"I don't eve-even know why-why-I'm crying." She said during sobs.
"It's okay...shhhh...iit's fine..." I tried to calm her down by rubbing her back.
After a while, she slowly pulled away.
"Are you really okay, Ingrid?" I asked.
"Yes, of course." She said weakily.
I stroked her face, and wiped of her tears.
"Let's go, Kirst. I hope they didn't wait to long..." She mumbled.
"Are you sure? If you don't feel well, I'll explain to the guests. You can rest for a while if you like." I asked.
"No, it's okay." She said.
"But are you really sure you're fine?" I asked in concern.
"YES, I AM F*%KING SURE, OKAY? STOP ASKING ME IF I'M FINE!!! I AM MORE THAN FINE!!" Ingrid snapped suddenly.
She never ever shouted at me before....and when did she start cursing?
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak a word, I was shocked. And also scared.
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Anxiety
FanfictionScott has found himself a room mate....with problems. Read along and see how Ingrid conquers her fear and learns how to live.
