*-- something old, new, borrowed, blue || a&k

[eulaline alette poe]

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when arturo nevés told eulaline poe he loved her in the treehouse, her head started spinning in circles. god, he was so fantastic. she loved him too, in an "i love you, but i'm not in love with you" sort of way. suddenly arturo was talking wedding talk! if they tied the knot, she'd be eulaline alette nevés. mrs. arturo nevés. that wasn't too shabby. she quite liked eulaline dupont because it made her sound über french, but eulaline nevés would do. first come, first serve! right? and, they had to get married for the band! oh my god, eulaline thought. she couldn't be the reason that arturo and the cheetah girls fell apart! "kay arty! for the band!" she nodded her head eagerly, clasping her hands together, squinching her nose, with the biggest grin on her face as he grabbed everything they needed around the treehouse. eulaline kind of just sat there, thinking about what life as mrs. nevés would be. she hoped he was made of money; he was from new york, so eulaline hoped that meant something. she would have to make something up, like that arty was gay, if she found out she married into a broke family. so she could annul, you know. "arty, you'll take care of me, right?" she asked as he pulled her out of the treehouse. god, was it hard to make it down the ladder. eulaline ended up falling off and onto arturo when she was only feet from the ground. "sorry, mr. fiancé!

[/i]" she laughed. "thanks for uh, catching me.[/i]"

as they ran, eulaline had to stop. "waaait!!![/i]" she exclaimed, finding it hard not to giggle even though this was completely. serious. "i've gotta call doe, arty! who else is going to be our witness?[/i]" eulaline grabbed her purse from arturo and sat on the sidewalk of jenkins park, legs sprawled into a sloppy splits. she dug for her cell phone and promptly dialed kennis's number. eulaline told kennis that she needed to bring eulaline's cheetah printed garter, something old, and something borrowed. she told kennis hello, isn't it obvious what i'm about to do? and then she told kennis to just find something fucking old or something, christ. thank you, love! eulaline perked up, quickly abandoning her bridezilla rage once kennis agreed to do what she wanted without any questions asked. wasn't that what the maid of honor was supposed to do, anyway? eulaline dialed ramilda's number, too, but was enraged to get her voicemail. she left an angry voicemail on ramilda's machine, telling her to find her way out of whatever douchebag's pants she was in and over to the rastafa night club. eulaline threw her phone into her purse, and smiled up at her soon-to-be groom! "help me up![/i]" she practically sang, and held both her arms up in the air for arturo to hoist her up. "thanksss, booooo. you're like, so perfect,[/i]" she giggled. what a gentleman!

"kay so i know exactly the dress,[/i]" eulaline spoke as they made their way into town. "you go and buy my ring… or, our rings.. while i go and buy my dress!" eulaline pushed arturo away and ran to her favorite dress store, having a hard time not tripping on the way. eulaline grabbed the teal dress that she had tried on just days before, happy to finally have a reason to buy it. "merrrrrrrrrrrci beaucoup![/i]" she told the cashier on her way out, really taking the time to roll her r's and giggle her way out of the shop, the perfect blue wedding dress folded in a small bag. there, that had taken care of something new and something blue! she couldn't wear it just yet or anything! she found a bench to sit on as she rocked her head back and forth to the radio playing in her head. where was her grooooom, already?! they were going to be late for their very own wedding! [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kennis brielle duffy]

The jarring sound of a cell phone rattling on top of a desk was the first thing Kennis heard that afternoon. She opened her eyes and let out a long groan. “Bloody rotten hell,” she grunted as she sat up in the bed, she scratched her clavicle as she tried to organize her thoughts. She had stayed up too late last night, of course, and had imbibed too much of the good drink, as usual. She walked over to the desk and picked up the phone, sighed and pressed it against her ear. “Oi!” she asked sharply, cross with even her closest cheetahs when she was hungover.

“You need what?” she asked incredulously, William was a fine lad and all, but he was a bit gloomy. ”Right, I got it, I got it. I’ll be there in about thirty,” she assured defensively, Chuchie was grumpier than she was today.
”Thank you, love! Kennis scoffed as she hung up the phone. Shite! Thirty minutes to get ready for a wedding and no time to shop. She ran to the bathroom with a brush in hand, it was covered in blonde hair, but that didn’t stop Kennis from ripping it through her hair and running into the shower. No time for the water to heat up! She let out a quiet shriek as the cold water hit her shoulders and speed showered.

She stepped out and frantically ran a curling mousse through her hair as she walked to the closet. Nothing like a time limit to send her into a tizzy. The first thing she did was pull Eula’s garter up her leg to keep herself from forgetting it and then she slipped into a yellow Grecian style dress. She dug up a fake diamond encrusted headband and a pair of pearls from her jewelry box before running out the door.

She glanced at the time on her phone as she ran down to her jeep, hair still a wet mess. She started her bright yellow jeep and backed it up. ”Such a hot mess,” she complained to herself as she parked the jeep, her hair just barely dry. She spotted the familiar brunette head of Eula seated at a park bench and only realized she was barefoot when she touched down on the asphalt. ”Here!” she called as she ran over, holding up the hem of her skirt.

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[arturo zaniel nevés]

_{you're lucky it's ladies' night **}



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i'll do this later

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