The Mason's

Chapter Five - Ella

 Travis and Mom are getting married today! Today!? The question pranced around my head. Second thoughts started to budge around the traffic my brain. It hurt. Travis, while he is nice, is quite odd. I'm not even sure how mom met him, she just barged into his house or something like that. Mom; the quite odd, almost narcissistic woman, that I am somehow related to. No surprises there. I understand why mom doesn't see all these flaws, but still. They are both weird, and in so many ways, maybe that is why they are attracted to each other.

I was up for hours on end listing and concluding all the reasons in which I do not think that Travis is adequate, for anyone. He was okay with a complete stranger walking into and around his house to begin with. As if that wasn't a red flag, he began to date that stranger. Because the freak show wasn't over, he proposed not even a day later.

He honestly scares me. I mean, adults are always miserable. I watch them all the time, and I understand why. Yet, Travis is ALWAYS smiling. I have never once seen an adult stay happy and controlled for more than 12 hours straight, until now. Lane and I don't get along often, in fact never, but for this, I think we can finally come to an agreement.

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Mom and Travis get married today. I am just glad they aren't having it at some drive thru or something. At least the part of their brain that controls their common sense does part of its job. They are definitely not having the type of wedding I would plan, but it's better than what Lane would do.

It is actually okay. There is a nice color scheme, standard. Standard white clothing that costs a fortune and will never be worn again, lace accents, pinks and faint reds spread around. Enough flowers to make Lane barf out the black soul she probably doesn't have. They are having the wedding at the park, the park that is public, so who knows who will be there. Strangers that weren't invited eating all the food causing us to go broke, strangers having no business being here, strangers that just want free food, strangers photo-bombing our pictures. And it isn't like they didn't invite anyone, they did. Both idiots invited every work colleague, that are for some reason coming, and anybody that would listen to them ranting about how they were "meant to be" even though they've only known each other for no more than a month.

Anyway, the one thing I wouldn't have done is hired people who had no idea what they were doing. The photographer is Bob Pancakes from the other side of town who will likely be wearing a shirt covered in syrup, the name is pretty fitting I guess. And the florist is a 80-year old woman that has a small garden in her backyard. At least she isn't bringing rotten-smelling flowers and cow plants. I can't even confidently say that they are hiring a real priest to marry them. The entire set up is stupid. The more I write, while it seems I would be letting-off steam, the more I realize how stupid and idiotic the two are.

Of course the wedding had to be in the afternoon, so I had about 7 hours to make sure the wedding will actually get set up and everybody gets ready. While I didn't necessarily care for the wedding, I did care that it went the way it was supposed to do.

With Lane having absolutely no care for what she wears to the wedding, mom was able to pick out an outfit that met the middle of what the two wanted. Mom of course wanted her to wear a poofy dress with lace and all of the things that she depicted as being "girly", while Lane of course wanted to wear all black, jeans, holes, low cut anything, along those lines of being edgy, simple, and dark. All in all, there were very few agreements between the two of them in that department. Mom has actually succeeded this time however. She has gotten Lane to wear a dress, for a price though. She has upgraded Lane's data plan. It is a nice dress though, so they both win. It ended up being a light, almost white-pink dress, and I was surprised I didn't hear her shredding it in the next couple seconds, after hearing her groan-ily wake up.

Contrary to how odd I thought Travis was, he actually was okay. He was making breakfast in the kitchen, so that was okay. One of the reasons Lane and I had been so "what in the world was wrong with you" was that we just weren't used to boys, much less a father figure.