YOU + ME= WORLD WAR 3 (on hold)

chapter=11 :D

Chapter=11

Carol's P.O.V.

I locked myself in my room refusing to go out. Trust me it's really scary when sis decided to play dress up. And it's my wedding , what can you expect from her. I groaned inwardly at the word 'wedding'. I still can't believe that i'm getting married. And most of all i can't believe that i'm marrying the guy i hate the most. The guy i would have never, ever ,ever considered to play the part of my husband. Sometimes fate really play some tricky games.

Loud banging on my door crashed the train of my thoughts.

"Open up missy!!! You can't escape from me." Jassie shouted from the other side.

'Never! this door is my only way to save myself from the torturous monster called shopping.'

I didn't said a word, hoping that she'll think i'm sleeping and would leave me alone.

"Caaarrroooolllll... you better open this door. And i know you are not sleeping so you better move your lazy butt and open up. We have lots of shopping to do, just one day is left." She said singing the whole sentence along with my name and squealed in the end for special effect.

'Nope not happening' I muttered to myself and covered my head with pillow. After five minutes or so banging stopped. There was a creepy silence. I placed pillow aside and walked to the door.

I placed my ear against the door in an attempt to hear some kind of voice but no luck.

'What the hell happened!? What if sis have gotten B.P. attack and have fainted?!' Guilt washed over me. I quickly opened the door and stepped out.

"Gotcha!" Sis yelled and tackled me to ground. Jimmy and Gennie joined her and landed over me. We were in a sequence as, me under all of them, sis on me, Jimmy on her and Gennie on him.

"Can't breath." I said trying to get them off.

"Oops! Come on kids get off. We don't wanna kill the soon to be bride." She said finally getting up.

I was still laying on the ground trying to figure a plane to save myself.

'I can't believe i just fell for that! B.P. attack my ass!'

I got up and stared at the door of my room with longing eyes.

"Don't even think about it. Now go get ready we are going for your wedding dress try out. And don't make me climb the window of your room by locking yourself again." She said grinning at me.

"Can't you just go alone and try it out for me." I said with a pleading look.

She gasped.

"Carol it's your wedding dress!!! Come on now go get ready!" She shrieked.

"Please sis." I tried to convince her.

"Carol go! I wish mom would be here, you would have definitely listened to her. You are just being stubborn because i'm your sister not your mother." She said with teary eyes.

"Sis, never ever say that again. I'm going to face that wedding dress. Happy now?!" I said shaking my head. I hate it when she brings mom up in every subject. And trust me she do that every time i refuse to play dress up with her.

"Ok." She said smiling widely. Talk about emotional torture.

"Drama Queen." I muttered to myself and walked inside my room to get ready.

After satisfied with what i was wearing i walked out.

"What the hell?! Are you going out wearing those blue faded jeans and pink 'I HATE YOU' t-shirt?" She said frowning.