My YouTube Life [ON HOLD]

17: Who Got Your Panties In A Twist

I woke up from my peaceful dreaming to the sound of Kate.

"Tara! Tara wake up!" Kate says, jumping up and down on my bed.

You'd think since she's an adult and about to be married, she'd be a little bit more civilized. Nope. That's just a normal wake up call in this household.

"We have to go to the dress shop! You have to have your fitting!" she says, jumping down from the bed.

"Okay, okay. I'm up," I say laughing.

"Yay!" she squeals and runs out of my room.

I stretch and push the quilt off my body. I stand up and look at the clock on my phone. 8:17 am. I recall that last night Kate said we're leaving for the shop at 9 am.

43 minutes. I can do that.

I go into the bathroom that's connected to my bedroom. I turn on the nozzle for the shower, so the water can heat up. Once it's heated, I strip and hop in. I wash my hair with the shampoo and conditioner I brought from L.A. I rinse, and then wash my body and face. I rinse again and shave my legs. When I'm done, I turn off the water and wrap a fluffy towel around my body. As I'm exiting the bathroom, I look at the time again. 8:47 am.

Crap! 13 minutes!

I open my closet and grab a pair of black high waisted shorts, a white sleeveless shirt with a wired black design on the front, and my red hightop Converse. I slip everything on and run back to my bathroom. I towel dry my hair and some anti-friz product in it.My straight hair falls my hips, making my back wet. I seriously need to cut it.

I push the thought out of my head and begin on my makeup. I put on some BB Cream that matches my skintone, black eyeliner (winged of course), and red lipstick. I decide that since I'm wearing my red converse and a red lip, I'll tie it all together with a red and white bandana wrapped around my head.

"Tara, time to go!" Mom yells.

"Coming!" I yell back.

Perfect timing.

I grab my phone from the bathroom and run out the door. I race down the stairs, to the kitchen where Mom, Kate, Connor, and Grandmama are waiting.

"Sorry I'm late," I state.

"It's fine, dear," Grandmama says.

"Well, let's get going. We're on a tight schedule," Connor says.

Who got your panties in a twist.

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We've arrived at the dress shop and are now, making our way into the store. From what I could tell, this place seems to be a 5 star, "actor voted", multi-million shop. It has designer dresses for next years collection, signed photos from celebrities who have visited the shop, and the most pinkest, sparkliest, highest priced shoes you can find in Tenneessee.

"Wow," I say sarcastically, "this i-is something."

"Thanks!" Kate says, "My wedding planner told me this is the best shop in the state!"

"That makes sense," I mumble.

"Let's get this show on the road then shall we!" Hannah, the lady who will be helping me with the fitting says.

She leads us to an area with a little stage, seats surrounding the stage, and a dressing room. Everyone takes a seat except for me. Actually, there wasn't a seat for me.

"Who's here for the fitting?" Hannah asks.

I raise my hand.

"I am," I say.

"Follow me," she says, and leads me to the dressing room.

When we both enter, she locks the door and hands me the dress. It's beautiful. It's mint green, without beading, has a sweetheart neckline, and the skirt reaches the floor.

"Does it fit good?" Hannah asks, once I have the dress on.

"Perfect," I say.

I'm pretty sure Mom or Kate guessed my dress size.

I walk out of the dressing room with Hannah following behind. As I get closer to the stage, I hear everyone's reactions.

"Oh my God! It's perf!" Kate says.

"You look beautiful, honey," Mom says watery-eyed.

"Thanks everyone," I say.

I turn around and look into the mirror behind me. Are they right? Do I look beautiful? Not to sound conceited, but yes, yes I do.

"Will someone give me the tissues?" Kate asks.

"Aw, Kate! Don't cry. You're the bride to be. So, be happy." I say.

"Thanks Tara," Kate says, wrapping her arms around me.

"You're welcome," I say, hugging her back.

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I'm now in my room, on my laptop, playing Prop Hunt (again!!) with Nicole, Seananners, and VenossGaming. So far, VanossGaming and I are on a the Prop team and winning. We have 1 minutes and 15 seconds until the round is over. I can see Evan in the corner of my screen. We're both bottles behind a bookcase.

"Guys! Where are you! This is only a 2 floor map! And you can't even go outside!" Nicole yells.

"Maybe we are outside," I say casually.

Vanoss laughs loudly.

"Wait, hold on a minute," Seananners says.

Both of us bottles, look down the back of the bookcase. Seananners is looking down it with his gun pointed at us.

"You don't see anything Adam!" I yell, "Go Evan! Move your fat bottle butt out of the way!"

(A/N: Adam=Seananners, Evan=VanossGaming)

"We only have 20 seconds! We can make it!" I yell.

Now everyone's just running around the map aimlessly, trying not to die- or hoping we're hit with grenades or bullets.

The timer is at 3 seconds and Nicole is in front of both of us. She uses her grenade at the last minute and hits both of us.

Hunters Win.

"We win!" Adam yells.

"And we would've gotten away with it, if wasn't for you meddling kids and your dumb nades," I say in a British accent.

Everyone laughs.

"Well, I have to go to bed. Tomorrow's the last day before Kate's wedding, so goodnight guys!," I say to Nicole, Adam, and Evan.

"Night," Everyone says simultaneously.

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I won't be able to update as much as I want to for the next couple of weeks, because school is in 1 week, but I'll try my best.

This chapter is dedicated to SummerIsOnFire, because she (or he, idk) was my first commenter. Thank you by the way! :)

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