Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 2

"Why do I have to go?" I whine at Lily as she shoves me into the passenger seat of her car.

"Because it's your wedding, Em. And as your best friend and future sister-in-law, I am NOT lettingyou walk down the aisle and get married to my brother in blue jeans and a t-shirt!" She counters. "Now, get in the damn car!" She shouts pushing me down. She slams the door with a huff and gets in the driver seat.

I cross my arm over my chest and sink into the seat. "I hate you..." I grumble.

"Whatever you say," she retorts, rolling her eyes.

"Why am I coming again? Isn't that like bad luck or something?" Dylan says from the backseat.

"It's cute how you think we believe in all that bullshit," Lily says, leaning back to pat his cheek. "You just aren't allowed to see her twenty-four hours before!"

"You just said you didn't believe in that!"

"Shut up, Dylan! Don't argue with me," Lily snaps, turning back to the wheel and pulling out of the driveway, driving off into the direction of the little bridal boutique in town.

My phone begins to buzz. A text from... Dylan? I gave him a curious look him the rearview mirror. I swiped across the screen and looked at the whit lettering inside the green bubble where 'HELP ME' was typed in big letters. I had to hold in my snickering. I quickly typed out two letters. An N and an O and pressed send.

I see his face fall and a look of sadness comes across his face. 'THAT'S MEAN!' he texts back.

'Kisses.' I type.

'No kisses for you'

'Rude.'

'Look who's talking *eyeroll*'

I turn around to look at him. 'What's that supposed to mean!?" I say.

"Nothing, Em," he says, eyes wide.

"That's what I thought," I growl.

"LILY!! She's being scary again!" Dylan shouts.

"HEH! And you're marrying her! Didn't think about that now did you?" Lily sneers.

"Wow. You guys are so nice. Talking about me when I'm sitting right here," I grumble.

Lily snickers. "Oh well."

I scowl and get out of the car when she finds a spot at the shop. I wait impatiently for them to get out of the car. "You're the ones who wanted to come and your being slow! Hurry the bloody hell up!" I slap a hand over my mouth. I did not just say that, did I? I did not just say bloody! Holy... I'm turning British. I'm becoming like.... like.... him.... No. Get him out of your head, Em. Don't think about him. You're getting married! You're marrying Dylan! Do not think about him! Do not think about his adorable smile. Don't think about his amazing accent or his deep, beautiful brown eyes. I find myself sighing at the thoughts that have taken over my head. I shake them away.

Dylan slings his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him before planting a soft kiss on my temple. "Everything okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, just thinking."

He presses a penny in my palm. "Shoot."

"Everything that shouldn't be..." I mumbled. He knew what I was talking about. He knew it was Thomas. He just nodded solemly. He didn't mind my thoughts being on another guy? What's wrong with him? Thomas would flip out if I even looked at another guy. Let alone think about one. Hale is just a really bad fiance... He wasn't like this the first time we were engaged.

I step through the double glass doors to be greeted by rows upon rows of white. My eyes widen. "Holy..... That's a lot of white," I mumble in awe.

"And just think, somewhere in that sea of white is you perfect dress," Lily says, sweeping her arm across the room.

"That's a horrifying thought...."

Lily giggles as a store associate walks up with a clipboard in her hands. "Do you have an appointment?" She asks.

"Um. Yes. Emmalyn Taylor," She says to the lady.

"Ah. Yes. Right this way, Ms. Taylor," the associate says with a smile on her bright red lips. I follow wearily, giving the others pleading glances that they fail to notice.

The lady sits me in a chair in a room. "So, your entourage is going to pull a few dresses and I'm to go find a few that you might like. So, what kind of style were you looking for?"

"Uh, the wedding kind?"

She chuckles sweetly. "I know, dear. I mean like, do you want something form-fitting or a ball gown?"

"I-i don't know..."

"Okay. Well, how 'bout thin, hun., have you ever worn an evening gown?"

"Once."

"Do you have a picture?"

I chew my lip. "Yeah. I think," I mumble, pulling out my phone and began to scroll though pictures, trying to find the one I still haven't deleted. I don't know why. It was just a good picture, I guess. Once I had found it, I pulled it up. I was from years ago. Back when... when.... Thomas and I went to that premier. It's a simple picture. Thomas and I are standing in front of the movie poster for The Maze Runner. He has his arm around my waist and is holding me close. Smiles are over-takinng both of our faces.

I show the lady the picture and she smiles. "I think a fit and flare would compliment your figure greatly," She says, smiling at the picture. "Is this your fiance?"

I look down at my shoes. "No, ma'am. He's my ex...."

"Shame. You two look adorable in that picture," She says, casting me a wink before walking out to pull dresses.

A/N: Hello! I'm back! So, I'm kinda uploading because I have nothing better to do until I go to the movies in about an hour. So, yeah. You guys know the drill! Comment and vote! -med_01

QOTC: Favorite Movie?

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