I'M GOING TO UPDATE SO MUCH IT'S GOING TO BLOW YA'LLS BRAINS OUT! This is gonna be Ellie's chappie, so I hope, for the sake of everybody, that she writes quickly even though she's in college. Ouch.
ELLIE’S POV (She’s baaaaackkkkkk!)
"Alex, please pick up the damn phone…’ I was waiting outside one of the many bridal shops I’ve been Googling in the past few weeks, waiting for my best friend to pick up her phone.
‘Ellie, be patient. You know how Alex is. She’s probably on the computer waiting for you to make the Skype call.’ My mom shushes me, motioning for me to breath.
‘Yeah Ellie, she won’t do the same thing she did last time.’ Andy tries to help my mom in her mission of calm me. ‘Now, can we go in, it’s freezing outside. Screw you, stupid weather.’
‘Ok, ok, let’s go. But I swear, if she falls asleep while I’m trying the dresses I will kill her.’ I threaten my best friend, if thought she’s not there.
I wish I could have her here with me. After all, I’m preparing my wedding. I need my best friend/maid of honor with me. Like, now! I want to appear in front of my mom and best friends with the perfect dress and crying a river, hugging them. That means not crying to the freaking computer. Don’t get me wrong, Liam’s idea was amazing, the let’s-skype-while-you’re-trying-dresses plan is a good one, but even though she’s there with me, she’s not, and it’s not the same…
I enter the little bridal shop, my mom and Andy, my bridesmaid, following me. I go straight to the counter and smile to the old lady that was calmly filing her nails.
‘Hi, I’m Ellie. I called yesterday to schedule an appointment.’ The lady, Mrs. Jones as you could read in the label that she had on her coat, smiles and types quickly on the computer in front of her.
‘Oh! Ellie! You sounded so beautiful on the phone! Lucky man Liam is!" Mrs. Jones clapped her hands, walking out behind the polished wooden counter.
‘Aw! Thank you! But just one question, do you have any jack where I could plug my computer?’ I ask, and Mrs. Jones looks at me, baffled.
‘A jack? For your computer?’ She asks, incredulously confused.
‘Yes, so I can skype my maid of honor.’ She laughs at me, then sees how serious I am.
‘Oh God, that’s a new one. Yeah, of course we do. Let me just call Arabella, she’ll be helping you choosing the perfect dress.’ And then the old lady takes us to a warm room with a huge mirror and two big couches, where Andy starts installing my computer, and I log on my skype.
‘See El, she’s online.’ I click twice on Alex’s nickname, and wait for her to answer.
One ring…
Two rings…
Three rings…
And nothing. ‘I can’t believe it! Mom, she forgot!’ I scream, feeling a bit angry at my best friend.
‘Ellie, try again. Maybe that’s the wi-fi connection.’ Andy pushes me to the side, and tries to call her again.
One ring…
Two rings…
Three rings…
And I see my best friend faces appearing in front of me. The room was all dark and she had her head and body covered with a blanket, surrounded by wrappers.
‘Hey there Miss! I thought you forgot me.’
‘Sorry El, but I spent the whole night writing…’ She says, her voice not being coordinate with the movements of her mouth, which made me laugh.
