Sheraton Academy: All Grown Up

Sign Me the F Up

Rating: PG. Warnings: cursing

The last thing Akasha wanted to think about was her upcoming wedding. Who she had to invite, whether or not she could get away with not letting her parents know about it, which of her three bandmates would be the Maid of Honor and whether or not one of the other two – or both! – would be offended.

But here she was, at the bridal shop, anyway, pawing through the sequins and lace and looking at bridesmaids' dresses. She was alone, didn't want the pressure of her friends or brother or Danny's mother and their opinions hanging over her head. Josephine and Sara would probably have to be in the party, too. Shit. Fivebridesmaids? And Josephine was so tall and thin, and Sara was so short and thin, Bridgette was so short and chubby, Akasha would never find a dress that looked good on everyone.

"I hate that this feels so much like a chore," she muttered to herself. She almost wished she had brought Garrett along, or even Danny, to lighten things up and help her enjoy the stupid situation.

Finally her fingers brushed across the softest satin she had ever felt. She paused and pulled out the dress by the hanger. It was long and sleek and maybe made for a High Lady Elf. There was no way this would fit most of her party without some tailoring.

It was a soft grass green, almost the same color as Akasha's eyes, with a slit up the right leg to the knee and just enough sparkle on the bust. Akasha bit her lip. She was almost tempted to pick it out for herself, for her own wedding dress. She hadn't chosen one yet, too focused on a million other things.

She peered through the sizes until she found hers, and she ducked back into the fitting rooms, careful not to let an employee see her. She didn't want help. She wanted to be left to it.

It fit like a dream, like it was cut just for her. Akasha twirled around in front of the mirror. It was just feminine enough, but not too girly. If it were red she could probably wear it while hitting Vegas with Josselin and the others on their next trip. It was nowhere near traditional, but what about her and Danny's relationship was traditional, anyway?

Akasha took a snapshot of her reflection and texted it to Danny, with the simple caption: Wedding dress?

He texted back: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Akasha burst into loud, uproarious laughter. When she finally got control of herself, she said, I'm calling off the wedding.

:(

Akasha smiled, shook her head, and went back to admiring herself in the dress.

She didn't have to send back the just kidding, because Danny knew.