My Sister's Mister (On indefinite hold)

1st September, Saturday

1st September, Saturday Home, 6:45 pm

One month till my sister gets married.

I sort of was wondering what I could get her, then it struck me. I could keep a month-long pre wedding journal, and gift it to her. 

So, Hey Chris. Happy wedding! Or whatever...

I can write whatever I want to, since it's actually my journal, for now atleast.

So, incase this ends up like that Notebook movie- the one you like, I'll just get things on the table. I'm Melanie- your little sister. Currently, I'm 17, and you worship me and buy me free things-

Wait. 

You'll be old.  Scratch all that. 

But we are sisters, though. And you're getting married to Gabe, this douche you've been seeing for over three years. 

And yes, I still think he's a douche. He's an annoying, rich brat. But he loves you, so ok. 

That's the ONLY reason I respect him.

Well.

Now on to maintain my normal journal (It's going to be like a story for you Chris. So yeah.)

Today, Chris bought up that old, old thing we always joked about. 

When I was 5, and she was 15, she promised me that I'd find my "Man" while we were prepping for her wedding day, and she did this while we having lunch with Gabe's family.

After I kicked her on her shin (It turned out to be Gabe, who just smiled at me, and went back to his plate of rich-people food) and my parents glared at me for the under-table action- Gabe's gay cousin Ian- one of the best men laughed at me. 

He laughed at me.

Even though I'm the only one who knows he's gay. 

His twin ( Noah) then kicked me for kicking his cousin, and so the three of us were sent outside. 

Really.

Thats how they punished us- They sent one seventeen year old and two eighteen year olds out of the dining room. 

It was only because I was wearing a dress and heels that I didn't jump and pound the living crap out of them. 

In the garden, I had to actually make conversation with those two plebs, and thus this entry isn't much accurate, because all they wanted to talk about is football, and girls.  And i'm telling you, boys are bitchier than girls. 

Ian even told me I looked terrible in blue. 

So, I spent the reminder of the afternoon reading a really, really sappy book I found under a couch seat.

And finally, when we DID reach home, my parents decided to give me a talk about being mature.  So I couldn't write then, because I was being yelled at, and thus formed the idea. 

SO, tomorrow on- 

I start my amazing pre-wedding journal. Come to think about the promise- I wonder how she remembered. 

I didn't. 

I doubt I'll have time for any sort of romance though- 

Weddings are hard!

I'll try making an entry tomorrow when I can- But, tomorrow, we have dress fitting.  I'll carry this book- I'll need it. 

Chris's turning into a bridezilla and not a movie one- 

But an actual Godzillain one.

So it'll be a little scary, but i'll manage. 

Aw crap- 

Mum just told me Ian and Noah would be coming with us as well, and not to break their skulls open. Sure, that'll be easy. 

Not.

I'd rather watch every bad zombie movie ever made, in a dark room with cats.

Yeah, i just did say that. 

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Hullo! I decided to do a short, since i had a sort of idea, and a lot of time on my hands! 

I hope you like it! 

It gets longer with the progression, believe me!

The dress to the side is the one she wore. In my mind she looked pretty cute in blue, but Ian's just a Dolt.

Hope you enjoy this!