Munchkin

•Fourty Seven•

This wedding was...

WOW!

It's so beautiful and pretty, I didn't even think Jackass had it in her. The whole scenery was white, including the chapel which we are all coming back from.

All the tables, chairs, the tiled floor, walls, EVERYTHING is white with little pink flowers and gold and pink decorations. It's honestly one of her best weddings, since she's probably had at least eight of them.

Removing the camera from my strap, I begin to take pictures of people as they come in and simply all around the venue. I was assigned as the videographer because Jackass knows I'm good with cameras and I filmed one or two of her previous weddings, including making the final video.

I laugh once I see Jordan approach me with a tray of red wine, "You look ridiculous."

Jordan and Zayn were assigned as waitors because Jackass said she had no time to look into finding proper ones when there are a ton of boys in our family.

He only send some a scowl, "Shut up."

"Where's Laila? She here yet?" I ask, taking pictures of a few people talking to one another at a table.

"No, she said she'll be back. She had to rush home because she forgot something," he shrugs and I nod.

"Well, see you around," I rearranged his black vest before he walks off. Seeing Zayn and Jordan in button ups, vests and dress pants is hilarious, truthfully.

Suddenly, I spot an all too famous blonde weave, wandering around the place and looking everywhere with the little toddler who has almost as much hair as her Mom, though it's all tied up. I walk up to her and smile, "Khadi!"

Khadijah turns in my direction and smiles, her pink braces being shown off but in a way going with her baby pink skater dress and the Vans I got for her last Christmas. "Kayla!"

Khadijah and I basically grew up together, even with the four year difference, we're still really close. She's my Dad's younger sister, Aunt Telli's daughter. I don't know how many best friends I have now mentioned but I have a lot of them, including her.

Though, my parents don't really want the two of us together because she's not always the best role model.

The two of us hug. "It's been forever," I say was we release.

Khadijah only chuckles, "I flew in almost two weeks ago. I don't even know why we haven't met up and definitely haven't been keeping in touch."

Like Amari, Mia's little sister, Khadi studies in England. She got a full scholarship there a year ago so we don't always see the other much, only via FaceTime or Skype. Even though England has a different semester schedule than the US, more than half of the time during her break, she doesn't come back.

I hear someone clear their throat softly and I look down and smile, "Hey, Milan."