Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 4

Weeks went by. In those weeks, plans had come together, flowers had been ordered, and dresses had been bought. In a matter of days I would no longer be Emmalyn Taylor. It's a really scary thought when you think about it and it's getting ready to happen.

I had almost completely forgotten about the call from Thomas. Almost. But his words keep ringing in my ear. Well, not his words, just his voice. His accent.  I can't believe I told him to come. That's just going to bring back the memories and the feelings that go with them, not just the pain and sorrow, but the love and passion. I don't want those back. 

A buzzing snaps me back to reality. I lift my head from my pillow and stare at my screen. A new text message from none other than Lily Hale.

L: Hey. Let's get lunch.

E: Why?

L: Because it's lunch and I want a burger.

E: Fine. Where?

L: Diner. Be there in 10-15.

E: Mmkay.

I placed my phone back down and pushed myself off my bed. I groaned, staring at my reflection. I looked like death. I hadn't moved much in a few days. I'm in denial about this whole getting married thing. So, instead of doing what normal brides-to-be do, I laid in bed. Doing basically nothing.

I take a brush through my mess of hair and straighten my bangs out of their curly stooper. I throw on a t-shirt and jeans, slipping on a pair of boots and placing my wallet in my pocket before walking out the door with my keys in my hand.

It was a short drive to the diner and I was actually there within the time frame but, Lily beat me there. So, of course, I was late. She already had our booth by the front window with two glasses of tea sitting on the table. "I already ordered your burger," she says as I slide into the seat.

"What is I didn't want a burger?"

"What did you want?"

I pause a moment. "A burger...." I mumble quietly.

"I knew it. This is why we're best friends," Lily says, holding up her hands, trying to make her point. "Okay. So, we really need to talk about what we're going to do at your bachorlette party."

"Lil, I told you that I didn't want one!"

"Oh, c'mon! You'll only ever have one! Well, hopefully... Please, Em!" Lily pleads, jutting out her bottom lip and widening her blue eyes.

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Pretty please!"

"No."

"Pretty please with rainbow sprinkles on top because I know you don't like cherries!"

"Nope."

"I'll be your best friend!"

"Kind of a lost cause considering you already are..."

"I'll give a million dollars!"

"Where are YOU going to get a million dollars?"

"Shut up and say yes."

"If I do will you stop asking?"

"Yes."

I release a groan. Oh, dear Lord. What am I about to do? "Fine!"

"Yes!" She shouts, pumping her fist in the air. "So, I'm thinking male strippers an-"

"Stop right there. No. No strippers."

"Not even one?"

"No, Lily."

"You are no fun. Can we at least have alcohol?" She asks hopefully.

"Yes," I say. "You can't have a party without alcohal."

She smirked. "Good. Bonfire?"

"You want a bunch of drunk girls around a fire? No."

"My place?"

"Probably the best option. Dylan's having the guys over to our place."

"Awesome," Lily says as the food is placed in front of us, so, in all honesty, I wasn't sure if she was talking about the food or the party...

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I didn't want to come. Lily forced me to. I didn't understand why she couldn't pick up her dress on her own. But she dragged me with her. So, I sat in a little chair as she went in and tried on her dress the "final" (because we all know she'll try it on again) time before the wedding.

It was a simple design really. A sweet-heart neckline with a skirt that fell just above the knee. The bodice is what was special. It was beaded  slightly near the waistline. Not too much as to where it was flashy,  but just enough that it gave a pop to the navy dress.

"Cute," I say, looking at her.

Lily looks at herself. "It makes me look fat..." She whines.

"Says the one who wears a 0...." I grumble. She's like that a lot. Always complaining about how she's not skinny when that's the exact opposite of what she is. She's tiny waisted.

"Shut up. I barely fit in a 0 anymore..."

"Oh! A 2! Oh no!" I say in a mocking tone.

"I don't get how you're okay with a 4..." She says, looking at herself again and again.

"Because I don't care about a stupid dress size. Besides, I will never be a model and I get that. I'm happy with a 4, Lil, and you should be happy with a 0 or a 2."

She sighed and took a final look at herself. "Fine..." She said before walking back to the dressing room to change back into her normal clothes.

A/N: Hey! So, yet another chapter. Sorry for not updating yesterday but, I was busy with life and such. But, anyway, I don't have much to say. There may be an update tomorrow or there may not. I have a game so I don't really know.... Well, remember to vote and comment!!! -med_01

QOTC: Favorite decade? Weird. I know. But I was dicussing this with my friend today....

My answer: Probably the 40s or the 50s....