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The Wedding Date By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Two Out of bed Lee slipped, awakened by his alarm blaring as the sun light was almost blinding as he pulled off the covers. He knew immediately that his mother had already been inside his room lifting the shades and preparing for the day, as hanging on the curtain rod was something pink and something shiny looking and freshly ironed. He loved to sleep in on the weekend but that wouldn't be happening, as he barely switched off the alarm two steps from his bed on his dresser before his mother pushed open the door. "Good morning sleepy head," smiled his mother. "Lots to do, so go brush your teeth, take care of your morning business and meet me back here pronto." "Ok," nodded Lee as he wandered into the bathroom. When he came out, his mother was waiting as he sat there letting her do his face. This would be far from a regular saturday morning but no different of a routine than he expected, as he barely paid attention, spacing out. "So you got that," his mother asked, tossing a few items in his little makeup case fifteen minutes later. "Sure," answered Lee. "So what did I say about this type of eyeliner then?" asked his mother, holding up a pencil. "Uuumm that I should use it carefully with water?" answered Lee. "I said use it on your waterlines and carefully. It's not water proof," said his mother, shaking her head while dipping her mascara wand in and out. "And how about the pay the fuck attention? I'm not the one that needs to learn this shit." "Fine?" Lee rolled his eyes before she swooped in, coating his lashes. "It's early mom." "Girls need time my love, so we get up much earlier than boys to get ready," said his mother, jumping back and forth. "But you knew that already of course." "Yeah, but not when they can sleep in on the weekends," replied Lee as she added a bit more eye shadow. "And you made me stay out late, so why so early already?" "Already? Seriously honey? It would be early if you decided to be a little girl in grammar school instead of just a little brat!" lectured his mother, getting more serious as she spoke. "It would be early if you decided to be a princess in middle school instead of just a pain in the ass. But obviously you're a teenager now, so it is not early and you've got lots of catching up to do." "Mom, we've been through this, and I've decided nothing," moaned Lee as she brushed under his eyes. "It's you and Mrs. Baxter that have decided shit for me, and I'm just doing what I'm told." "Good, then I'm telling you to finish your blush and then set your makeup while I grab a few things so we can do your hair." His mother handed him a spray and a blush brush. "Light with all of this and I'll start your hair, but you're going to do most of the work. This is not a salon, and remember as early as you have to get up means I have to get up even earlier to get myself ready so I have time to help you." It really didn't take that long to do the rest of his face, as within a few minutes he'd finished what she asked before she corrected a bit of his errors. Even with all she had done, his simple daytime look took no more than twenty minutes or so and then she started on his hair. Big hinge clips would now snip down on his top layers as his mother sectioned and began dousing him with a heat protectant. She taught him how to pull out long sections and then glide the flat iron through them. Once three or four of the long strands from the nape of his neck had been ironed, she handed over the reins to him, as ever so quickly his kinky curls became pin straight. "Patience doll, and glide it through each one a few times until it looks right," said his mother, kissing his head as she walked out. "Be back in ten minutes and call me if you need me." "Like I'd know if it didn't look right?" Lee glided it through the next section. "What I need to know is why you made me get a perm in the first place if I'm already straightening all this hair." "I heard that and just shut up and do it," yelled his mother from outside the room. "And what you need to know is that perms hold sets really well, and you'll be getting your hair done formally for the events so we can't have it flopping about and a mess. Now it'll be cute straight and more casual for this morning, so shut those pretty lips and flat iron." "Just kill me," moaned Lee, moving the clip and letting down some hair and doing the next section. "Heard that too," laughed his mother from outside the room. After ten minutes she came back in to him, sitting there playing a game on his phone already done. She lifted his chin and then took a brush to his hair, pulling it all back off his face as she brushed it down past his shoulders. With the end of her rat tailed comb, she created a part from his left temple towards the back his crown and then flipped all his hair to the right. It was almost like she wasn't happy with the result, as she began redoing sections and lecturing as she fixed them. When finally she was happy everything looked straightened to her satisfaction, she began brushing all of it into his hand and then quickly wound in a scrunchie. "Did we seriously do all this work for you to put my hair in a ponytail?" complained Lee, surprised and reaching up, stroking the pony that swung high on the back of his head. "Just get dressed, and suddenly you care?" said his mother, walking across the room. "Your underwear is on your bed, and I'll be right back after I get dressed myself if that's ok with you." "Fine." Lee took off his nightgown. "But you know as well as anyone I used to make my own ponytail and it took ten seconds. If that's what I knew we were doing I could have slept in another half hour at least." "Again I heard that and no shot with a bedhead of kinky curls unless you planned on debuting an afro today," yelled his mother from outside the room. "Just get dressed and I'll be right back." Lee stepped into the pale pink boy cut panties and then followed with the matching padded bra. It took two or three times to get it hooked properly behind his back, but at least he finally did as he was getting better at doing it with long nails. He walked over, taking the hanger from the wall and then as he pulled down the garment he jumped, realizing his mother was right behind him. "So jumpy," laughed his mother. "So sneaky!" smirked Lee, startled. "That was fast and I didn't even hear you come in." His mother took the blouse on the hanger from him and unbuttoned the blouse. "Darn right I'm quick since I have to make sure the two of us are dressed and on time." "Mom, how many times can I tell you it wasn't exactly like that?" whined Lee, holding up his arm as inside the blouse it went as she flipped his hair onto the back of the blouse. "Probably not enough to change a damn thing, Keleigh," smiled his mother, buttoning it up. "So just don't and get dressed without giving me a headache." "I'm not and I am aren't I?" said Lee as she finished and then handed him a skirt. "Maybe not this instant you're not, but we both know you're not complaining or being sarcastic for more than two minutes would be a miracle," said his mother, watching him step into it and then stepping back in, twisting him and fixing it as he attempted to zip it. "And please wait before you wrinkle things or catch this zipper before we even make it ten seconds in this outfit! You have to get your blouse just right before you fasten your skirt or catch the silk in the zipper." "That's because the zipper is stupidly in the back," replied Lee, looking over his shoulder at her as she dropped it down, straightened the ends of his blouse and pulled it back up. His mother zipped it and fastened the buttons. "Honey, how can you look so delicate yet still be like a gorilla underneath sometimes." "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult," laughed Lee as she took his little jacket from the hanger and held it open. "But yeah I do feel a bit like that at times." "Mostly a compliment, my love," said his mother, pulling it over his arms and then over his shoulders. "But progress we are a making, young lady." "Yeah I guess," thought Lee as she began buttoning the top buttons of his blouse. "It's still so weird that girls stuff zips in the back though." "Well except for a few special young ladies like yourself, we normally don't have reasons to unzip in the front," joked his mother, changing his earrings. "Maybe you should when you have crazy nails," joked Lee, extending his fingers as his mother was sliding on some rings. "You know I do not recall you fighting me about that in the nail salon when you were getting them on?" said his mother, clasping a bracelet over his right wrist. "Like if I did, it would have mattered?" whined Lee, twisting away his neck as on went his little thin watch. "Well either way you didn't, and just that you didn't with your big mouth tells me enough?" said his mother, touching some perfume on his neck. "Now be happy you have a skirt with pleats and underwear tight enough so the special stuff isn't even an issue in this outfit, because soon enough your nails or a rear zipper will be the least of your worries, especially in some of the dresses you agreed to be in." "Wait you don't think anyone could have?" gulped Lee, pushing his hand straight across his skirt, checking. "Because I'm tucked now, and it doesn't seem to be an issue." "In these panties or this skirt or even the dress you had on yesterday? No," giggled his mother, turning his shoulder. "Now hold your skirt flat with your palms in the back, sit and let me fix this hair. And do you actually think that even for a second I'd have let you leave the house like that?" "I hope not, and all of this is hard enough," sighed Lee, putting his hands behind his ass, flattening the skirt and sitting. "But what's wrong with my hair?" "Nothing, except you were right, I'd like to do a touch more with it," said his mother, pulling out the scrunchie. "Now please stop the complaining and honestly from what I've noticed, none of this appears that hard either for you or thankfully on you at all. And thank goodness for that!" "That's so wrong you saying that in so many ways mom, I'd rather not even address it! You're my mother!" said Lee, turning beet red as she was brushing through his hair. "Please never bring that up again." "Fine I won't bring it up if you don't?" joked his mother, stretching some hair and brushing. "You know bring it up?" "MOM!" yelled Lee, almost jumping up. "Oh come on! I'm your mother, and I've seen you in your underwear, so what's to be embarrassed about," giggled his mother, side parting his hair on the left. "You're a teenager so I know your hormones are starting to rage now and then. It's no big deal, and if it was then you shouldn't have wanted to be in dresses, so relax but let's just manage it." "Mom, just finish my hair and I am not discussing this with you," moaned Lee as she brushed a long section from the part to the other temple down past his face. "I'll manage this myself." "Ok, but just know I'm here for you if you need me," said his mother, sectioning and beginning to twist long strands one at a time off his face. "Boys can mess with your mind, and that plays tricks with your hormones. I remember my first boyfriend and.." "Please mom! I am boy," yelled Lee, interrupting as she was carefully weaving away from the part. "Yes I still am and he's not really my boyfriend but you know this! Now please!" "Do I?" lectured his mother, pulling the sections taut as she weaved across his forehead at the hairline. "And all I was saying was with my boyfriend, unlike yours, I did not have to worry about things popping up when we..." "AS IF MOM!" screamed Lee, frustrated as she was up to the other temple now. "He is not really my boyfriend and I freaking can't with you! I just can't!" "Fine! How could he be or any boy be with your freaking attitude problems," said his mother, giving a little tug as she walked behind him now holding his hair out of his eyes. "I'll be done in a second Keleigh, and I won't bring it up again. Now hand me one of those little clear bands please, or is that too much trouble for you too." "No, and thank you mom. I'm sorry if I raised my voice," said Lee, feeling bad as she stretched open the clear band, wrapping it in. "I don't want to fight with you mom." "I'm not so sure you don't, and hand me a few bobbi pins please," said his mother, pulling on some of the ends of his hair before he felt some pins scratch across his scalp. "But ether way I'm done fighting too and now hand me the big brush." "Thank you." Lee clenched his teeth as she was brushing through the entire back of his hair way down to almost his waistline. "Oooucchhhh! Easy mom!" "You're welcome, and I'm sorry but I'm almost done, so spare me the diva shit," smiled his mother stroking a few more times seeing him tense up and then putting out her hand. "Headband please?" "Fine?" groaned Lee, reaching over and seeing a whole group in the canister. "Uumm this?" "With this outfit? Yeah no! Gross," said his mother, rolling her eyes. "The thin, dressier one please." "Guess I should have known better?" smiled Lee, pulling it out and handing it up. "Really? Like you don't know what you're wearing so what would go with it?" said his mother, taking it, opening the little snaps on it and positioning it just above his head as she stretched it above each temple. "Please stop testing my patience, and spare me the bullshit ok?" "Ok? Love you mom," said Lee, cringing a little as she dropped it down before she dug the little combs through his scalp as she moved it from front to back. "Jezzzz! Oooucchhh." "I know," said his mother, rolling her eyes and snapping it down now. "That it's really tight or that I love you," joked Lee, as she was jerking his head, lifting a few strands and backcombing a bit behind it. "Both, and it's supposed to be tight," smiled his mother, flipping over a few more strands as she teased behind it. "You'll live. Price of beauty darling, and I'm barely doing much here." "Yeah I have been so learning that part mom," joked Lee as his mother was rapidly flipping over some sections near the crown of his head before covering his eyes, adding some hair spray from front towards back. "So are we almost done?" "Nope, we are done and it's very cute," smirked his mother, ever so cautiously combing through the very top with a comb before stepping back with the hair spray in her hand, looking and patting it with her palm. "Like almost cheerleader cute, and you can get up now, honey." "Oh jeez," gulped Lee, standing up and turning around and looking in the mirror. "Yeah I guess in a preppy way it is. Who knew?" "That's the idea, my pretty daughter," said his mother, spraying from behind now. "Now get your purse off the bed and get your ass in the car. Dilly dally and we'll be late." He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, thinking he'd fit right in with Alicia Silverstone or Reese Witherspoon, as his mother had made him into this pristine pretty in pink preppy young teenager. On his feet the white closed toe pumps had a thin four inch heel and ivory thigh high tights spanned up his legs. Only a few inches of flesh would be displayed as he twisted, checking the rear view yet as he turned back, certainly his mother was right that there would be no visible bump beneath his skirt's pleats. The pleated pink tartan skirt consisted of a pale pink base with a darker salmon pink, grey and white plaid design from a thin flat waistband and hidden zipped back. Above it a pale pink cashmere sweater felt so soft and fuzzy atop a white silk shirt blouse as both layers seemed so light. The blouse's rounded collar folded over perfectly above the sweater, as did the sleeve cuffs at each wrist. Adding the most delicate touch though would be the thin pink silk bow tied front and center where normally as a boy he'd have a neck tie, yet he stared at himself in the pretty bow blouse. This would be such a girly girl style, with his makeup featuring pink blended eye shadows above curled thick lashes and extremely thin liner. A salmon blush with a highlight on his cheekbones would also perfectly accentuate his refined appearance, and a bubblegum lip gloss would naturally enhance his smile. Finishing off his Gossip girl appearance would be the thick front braid that disappeared into his headband once it passed his ear. From a side part, his mother had weaved the tightly knotted flat French braid at only the upmost front of his forehead, which spun until it passed his right ear before ending just at his thin pink hard headband. Atop the headband sat a small matching pink bow offset on the right that was perfectly coordinated with the one at his collar, and behind it his mother teased the crown of his hair just an inch or two to deliver just a touch of fullness and body. The rest of his light brunette hair now streamed down his back, seeming so much longer now that it was pin straight instead of in kinky permed curls. With a high shine hairspray delivering radiance up and down his back, he really didn't need the added tiny bit of puffiness to cement his status as the dainty pretty in pink girly girl the women were after, yet still he knew it was exactly what they'd achieved. From the house he walked now with large white hobo bag over his right forearm, looking like the dainty little sister to Elle Woods or Cher Horowitz, huffing with some morning attitude as he strolled, clicking down the driveway. From his lips a big bubble emerged and grew before popping as he slipped some large round sunglasses over his forehead, getting into the car. As he sat, he could see his mother nod her approval as he smoothed his skirt like she told him previously, and then belted in. She was as well put together as he was in her Sunday best on a Saturday morning, yet really in the car, he was just another preppy young teenager with a bit too much attitude, staring at his nails, looking annoyed. It was barely a few minutes before ten o'clock as they arrived at the Baxter residence and pulled up almost in sync with a few other cars. On time as usual they were, as his mother hated being fashionably late, as instead they got out of the car fashionably fabulous. Like a group of women ready to be on an episode of "Real Housewives" they hugged and air kissed each other, pausing momentarily before walking across the cobblestone drive, trying not to catch a heel in the cracks and cackling. He seemed to be the youngest girl there, as it was mostly girls from the bridal party in their twenties, or older Baxter relatives. He'd be walking into his buddy's house like he'd done since kindergarten, but for the first time as his girlfriend, and now quite stylishly dressed. "Well hello ladies," said Mrs. Baxter, opening the front door. "Welcome. Come right into the family room as tea is ready to be served." "Thank you, Rita," hugged Lee's mom. "Your house looks amazing, and you look gorgeous in that dress." "As do you, Allison," said Rita, looking over at Lee as the hug broke. "And of course so do you this morning, Keleigh. Who knew you could look even cuter than last night, missy?" "I'm thinking probably you did," mumbled Lee to himself before smiling and speaking. "I mean thank you so much Mrs. Baxter." The Baxter house was already fancy enough even without Mrs. Baxter going the extra yard, but as a host of course she did. Fresh cut flowers and obvious wedding orientated d?cor had been added to deliver even more ambiance, and not a detail would be skipped. Room after room would be decorated as they walked through the house before entering the parlor, which was set up like a catering hall. It was all he could do to keep his stomach from growling, trying to be the perfect young lady until finally it would be their turn to have some food. A Danish and some tea actually felt good in his stomach as he sat eating carefully as girls from the bridal party he met the night before would come by for a brief chat. By eleven o'clock, some of the relatives had begun scattering to the kitchen or family room as Mrs. Baxter seemed to be dividing people for tasks like they were staff. She had some older women assigned to write table cards and some cousins assigned to sort paper until she pointed his way. He finally saw some of the little kids being herded like cattle by one of the servants while she carried a tray of cookies, and then Rita came over, tapping his shoulder. "Keleigh, you come with me dear," said Mrs. Baxter. "After how wonderful you performed last night, I think you're mature enough for a bigger job." "Oh?" thought Lee, enjoying a compliment. "Thank you Mrs. Baxter." "Well that and if things continue to go as splendidly as they are, then you just may be in the bridal party as our junior bridesmaid, so you may as well learn something since I can't imagine that will be your only time as bridesmaid," said Mrs. Baxter with a big smile on her face. "Or who knows, maybe I'll be hosting a party like this for you when you're a bride yourself someday." If looks could kill, Lee would have fired a bullet through Mrs. Baxter's brain as his mother grabbed his arm but he contained himself, just half smiling and biting his tongue as they followed her. Into the formal dining room they went as many of the men were hurrying in carrying things as there was the future bride to be herself, directing them. Lee moved over out of the way as they put things down as his mother and Mrs. Baxter walked across the dining room, opening a few boxes and inspecting them. "Hey babe," said Gary, coming in, walking by him and putting down some boxes. "Hey," smiled Lee, happy to see him as they hugged. "But babe?" "Why not?" whispered Gary, sniffing his neck. "And you smell great." "Seriously?" Lee sighed during their embrace. "Just smell?" "Well," said Gary, kissing his neck. "MMmmmm you also..." "Don't even," Lee replied, wanting to kill him. "I was joking of course?" "Sorry," winked Gary. "But you know..." "But you know my mother is right over there, jerk," scolded Lee quietly with his teeth clenched. "Plus so is yours." "And maybe I should go over and thank them, because I seriously like what they've done with you again today," whispered Gary, wiggling his fingers into his hand. "I was thinking about you all last night, and now seeing you like this.... how am I ever going to get this out of my head all day?" "By remembering I still have a dick under these pleats," snapped Lee, quietly pulling his hand away. "Like anyone would believe that," whispered Gary, joking before looking up. "Hey Mrs. O'Keefe, and that's the last of the big boxes mom. Some of the little kids are bringing in the light stuff." "Good, then off with you so your pretty girlfriend won't be distracted again," said his mother, shoeing him away. "The girls have work to do, and you have errands to run with your father don't you?" "Yeah. Yeah," replied Gary sarcastically before touching Lee's fingers and leaning down, kissing his cheek. "Catch up with you later, babe." "Can't wait?" groaned Lee, looking away. "Let's focus now please, Keleigh," said Mrs. Baxter, clapping her hands. "So much to do and not a moment to waste." "Yes Mrs. Baxter," nodded Lee. "Good, then let's divide and conquer," said Rita. "Keleigh, you're on the bridal shower team now. Holly, she's all yours now." "Good, I need you on favors, Keleigh," commanded Holly. "We're way behind on that, so sit there and let's get you started." "Sure?" said Lee, sitting at the end of the table. "So exactly how far behind are we though? Isn't the shower tomorrow?" "Like one hundred and ten behind," giggled Holly. "Like I know you just saw your boyfriend and all the guys bring in all the boxes and do you see any favors made? "They're just starting, Keleigh," said his mother, patting his back gently. "That's why everyone pitches in the day before to do all this stuff." "Oh? Wait what?" said Lee, surprised. "Make one hundred and ten favors. That's what I'm here to do." "Yes, honey," nodded his mother. "All the girls in the family or wedding party help out, and it'll only take a few hours if you work together." "Fantastic!" gulped Lee, seeing all the boxes of stuff. "Sure. No problem." He looked around, seeing bags and boxes everywhere, as it looked like it would be quite the production, yet no one was doing much. A few cases of colorful fancy soaps, another of small bottles and then four cases of cosmetics were laid out against the wall. Holly was now organizing the flow of her bridesmaids as Gary's little nieces seemed to be carrying in even more stuff. "And she's great with a glue gun, right sweetheart?" said his mother. "Sure?" said Lee, with his best fake smile. "So what is it exactly I'm doing with it?" "Well, since that's the case, what we'll have you do is glue the little flowers on the top of every small box while Megan and Carlie fill the bags," said Holly, pointing out things. "Once you have each one done, then stack the boxes, tie a pretty bow around all three of them together then we'll have you move on to something more challenging." "Call if you need us girls, but we must get moving, Allison," said Rita, touching Lee's mother's back. "Have fun girls." Just that fast he'd been thrust into action, as the little kids began piling things around him. Holly worked with him on the first few as he glued, stacked and criss crossed ribbons. It was like he had two left thumbs, not used to doing anything like this with long nails, making a disaster in the beginning. What should have been bows instead began as knots, and he glued his fingers together more than he didn't. With each error, she made him snip all the ribbon away and start again, but eventually he got the hang of holding down the ribbons while pulling out his nails as he tied bows. He was at least decent with the glue gun, adhering flowers in all the right places eventually, until finally Holly felt good about him getting the hang of things and was able to leave him, moving on. This would be no grammar school art and crafts project, as instead he'd quickly been initiated as one of the artsy oriented girls. He was certainly doing more sophisticated creations where there'd be no grading, yet every inch of his work would be judged. After a dozen or so, it became old hat as he picked up the pace, producing beautiful little favors like all the other girls. As time went on, both Holly and her maid of honor seemed to be nowhere to be found, and then some of the other bridesmaids turned quite chatty, having completed their much simpler tasks. It was quite obvious he'd been assigned the more tedious work that the older girls wanted no part of, as he'd been certainly put in his place as the younger girl they could pile the shit work on. While their abuse was just as much initiation, being forced to prove he'd be a loyal servant as one of Holly's fill in bridesmaids, it was still quite annoying as he was working nonstop while Carlie and Megan didn't do much of anything. He looked over at them a few times, sighing and talking to himself while they gossiped, in hopes they'd pitch in yet not one of them volunteered to assist, instead engulfed in critiquing little things from the evening's pending wedding. He rolled his eyes, just putting his head down trying to finish as his pile was finally getting small, yet unable not to avoid being a fly on the wall, listening. "So did you see Lori's veil she'll be in tonight," said Megan before getting animated. "Oh myyy gaawddd is it hideous?" "Better she has that ridiculous thing covering her head, because I saw what she's doing for her hair and it's even worse," giggled Carlie. "I'd say she needs a hood." "I saw it too, and thank gawwdd we're not in that wedding party," said Megan, flicking her wrist. "I could never have kept my mouth shut." "I know, right?" said Carlie, tapping her. "Don't you think her sister should have said something?" "What could she say?" said Megan, lifting her hair and being silly. "Like maybe you shouldn't make your hair any higher sis or you're going to have to duck to get through the doorway?" "Or like maybe did you have to buy all the Aquanet in the entire fucking state," laughed Carlie as they ripped on Lori. "I mean seriously!" "No seriously, would be like why are you trying to look like your grandmother with a freaking white doyly on your head," said Megan, tossing up her hands. "Does she know beehives have been out for fifty years? and no one gets married with a kerchief on her head?" "Obviously not, and did you see her shoes," said Carlie, sticking her finger in her mouth. "Eeeewww! They seriously make her hair look amazing! I think I wore shoes like that in tap class in the second grade." "No shit! I think she wore those because even without her hair like a fucking conehead, she's like three inches taller than her husband," said Megan, giggling. "He's cute, but maybe what 5'6." "Cute for a freaking troll," said Carlie, laughing. "I mean he's a great guy though, and I know he does love her but how big could his dick be?" "Ahhh Hhhmmm," said Megan, elbowing Carlie, catching Lee peeking over at them while he worked. "Shit," laughed Carlie, raising her voice. "Ah she's not family, and she doesn't give a shit, do you Keleigh?" "No," smiled Lee. "And I'm not really listening." "Yeah ok?" laughed Carlie. "But good answer, girlfriend." "Don't fuck with her Carlie, she's sweet and you're doing an amazing job, Keleigh," smirked Megan. "So don't mind her, she's just a bitch." "Like you aren't a big time phony one?" laughed Carlie, bumping up against her friend. "And we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you're like fourteen right? so it's not like you haven't heard any of this shit before?" "Of course not, and I wouldn't say anything anyway," smiled Lee, trying to just go about his business. "I'm not interested in getting involved in anything except what I need to." "Well I did hear you were the good girl type from Holly," said Carlie with a smirk, tapping her chin and thinking. "Which means you're the only girl she knows like that." "Stop," laughed Megan. "She's young!" "She means you got time before the rest of us corrupt you," laughed Carlie. "Which I'm thinking should not be too hard, since your boyfriend is a freaking stud muffin, so why should you give a shit about anyone else's dick right now anyway. He's probably..." "You are not seriously having this type of discussion with her," said a voice, interrupting. "Oh hey, Holly," said Carlie, not knowing she walked in behind them. "We're just chatting. No biggie." "About dicks?" laughed Holly. "Well amongst a lot of things, and we're just talking. That's all?" smiled Carlie. "Why you think she doesn't freaking think about this stuff yet. Please? Like you didn't at her age?" "Trust me, that was different?" said Holly, holding up her hands. "Really? I mean come on, it's all you talked about as a teenager, remember?" joked Carlie. "It's all she talks about now," Interrupted Megan, laughing. "Hey! Behave!" laughed Holly, nudging Megan, then holding up one hand. "But ok yeah! Guilty." "Exactly, you freaking nymph," teased Carlie. "So don't forget how bad you were when you were first so damn hormonal, and it's not like she didn't have her period yet?" "I'm not so sure she did," smirked Holly, winking at Lee. "So go easy please! Her mother is here and even worse my future mother in law, either of whom could walk in here at any time." "Yeah, but I'm betting this pretty little one has old Rita wrapped around her finger since she's dating her little pet," joked Megan. "Don't you, princess?" "Me? With Mrs. Baxter?" laughed Lee. "Not at all, and it's not like that." "Don't worry, Keleigh," smiled Carlie, walking over and stroking his long hair. "I'd never let on how much you loved talking about cock in our conversations and make her think you aren't this pretty little debutant? Bridesmaids stick together. You keep our secrets and we keep yours." "Oh I'm not exactly a bridesmaid," smiled Lee. "I'm just..." "She means we're just taking it slow, but if things continue as they are with her boyfriend," smiled Holly, interrupting. "Then I expect there's a good chance she will be my junior bridesmaid. Wouldn't that be amazing, Keleigh?" "Would it? Uuumm I mean sure," gulped Lee, looking away. "Like so amazing I'd rather not even think it's possible right now." "Interesting? Because I know you already realize Rita is infatuated with you, and it's more than possible? said Holly, circling him. "In fact, become more probable by the minute? Wouldn't you say?" "Not really?" said Lee, wanting no part of this. "I have no idea?" "Of course you would! So knowing some of that, is that why you were deep into talking about what you were just talking about, Keleigh?" nodded Holly, having to giggle. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and even good girls are curious, right?" "Please, let's change the subject," groaned Lee. "I can make some other favors. Tell me what else you need." "Oh come on. You really are something aren't you? said Holly, getting closer and tapping her chin. "I'm quite curious what you need, you little vixen? I had no idea you had this sassy little side to you?" "Uummm no. It's not what you're thinking and I..I...I think you got that wrong?" replied Lee, getting panicky. "Guys, chill," whispered Carlie, looking at Holly. "Zip it! Here come the elders!" They all stopped the dirty conversation, turning and seeing Rita and Allison coming their way. Soft phony smiles graced their faces as the woman came towards them, dying to inspect their work. "Oh my gawdddd, sweetie," said his mother, coming over. "What do you mean Keleigh? Did you just say they're wrong? I think you got those so right?" "She's just such a perfectionist, and that ribbon is what maybe a smidge off on the last one so it's fine Keleigh," winked Holly, moving the ribbon a touch. "What a big help she's been Allison. I am so lucky to have her as one of my girls. So so lucky." "I was so worried," said Allison, touching her chest. "But now I'm so impressed instead. Is she good at these or what "She's amazing, and we all just love her," grinned Holly, hugging Lee, pressing their cheeks against one another. "Talented! Creative! And maybe the perfect little junior bridesmaid that I'd be just so blessed to have?" "I can't say I'm not beyond pleased, but you know I expected she would be," smiled Rita, looking over his work. "Would you mind giving us a minute, girls?" "Oh sure," said Carlie, looking at Megan as they left. "So you actually did all these yourself, Keleigh?" questioned Ms. Baxter. "No cheating. No help from the older girls?" "I'm not even sure how I could have cheated?" thought Lee. "And I wish I had help honestly, but yeah. I just sat here and did like Holly showed me." "Well I'd like to say you've exceeded my expectations again young lady, but I really can't," said Mrs. Baxter, looking at his mother. "Truthfully I never doubted you, even if your mother may have." "I've never doubted my child, Rita, but she's still never been thrust into situations a regular girl would be more at ease in," said Allison, very animated and moving her hands. "Just because she looks pretty doesn't mean she's naturally girly. We both know that." "Well I don't want to judge Allison, but isn't it possible more things have occurred behind your back than you were lead to believe," said Mrs. Baxter, thinking. "She's such a gem." "What does that mean?" snapped Lee, annoyed. "Nothing, dear," said Rita, calming him. "Just an observation and nothing more. You're almost too good to be true! That's all?" "I don't understand? If I play the role right? Then I'm too good to be true? Too girly I guess," said Lee, frustrated. "But then if I didn't it would be bad? Be a disaster? A disgrace? And you'd both freak out?" "Lower you voice, Keleigh," scolded his mother. "It's ok, and she's right but that's just another example of you playing the role perfectly, Keleigh," lectured Rita, tapping his shoulder. "Every teenage girl has these mood swings, so really if you ask me you're not playing a role at all. Like I said to you before, I believe you're just developing into who you were always meant to be. You just haven't accepted it yet fully, but I'm positive it's already happening and there's no rush. You're doing just fine, and like my future daughter in law said. Maybe you are quite the perfect little bridesmaid already now, aren't you?" "Not that I don't really like Holly, but I was hoping this would be over after this weekend," sulked Lee, getting emotional. "I was thinking I'm halfway done." "Honey we'll see, and we never committed to the Baxter's past the bridal shower tomorrow," said his mother, calming him down. "Now please let's not get too far ahead of ourselves everyone. Rita, you know this is quite a lot on her." "I'm sorry, and of course not. You know your daughter better than anyone Allison, but I also know what I see," said Rita, softly touching his back. "And she's developing so beautifully right before my eyes if you ask me. It's quite special." "She's always been quite special regardless of what she's been wearing," said his mother, a bit choked up. "Now come ladies, let's head inside before we all ruin our makeup," said Rita, wiping her eye and then turning away. "With what I've seen, she can handle what we talked about Allison, so I think that will also be a good experience for her now." "You're right! It will," nodded his mother. "And I loved sitting when I was her age, so I think she will too." "Perfect," said Rita, taking Lee by the hand and opening a big double door. "Kids, this is Keleigh and she'll be sitting with you for a while while Holly and I have our hair done for the wedding tonight. I expect you'll be good for her like you have my staff." "Wait, by sitting you meant babysitting?" gulped Lee. "For all these kids?" "Yes dear, your mother has an appointment to get to now, and we're having wet sets at the salon," said Rita, touching her hair. "My staff will spend a few minutes with you before their shift ends and we won't be gone more than I'd say two hours." "But there's like eight of them," said Lee, counting. "No, maybe ten." "Three are toddlers, and the baby's asleep in the bassinette, so it's eleven actually," said Rita, pointing. "Play some games, the tv is on and give them some snacks. Mostly feed the little ones if they fuss and you'll be fine until we get back." "I don't know anything about kids," panicked Lee. "I'm an only child remember? I'm the one that's used to being taken care of." "Well that my dear sounds more like a spoiled brat, but little by little I am trying to spoil the princess if you'll let me, Keleigh," laughed Rita. "Spoiled? She's always been, so that you're not kidding about," said his mother, wiping her brow. "You'll be fine Keleigh, and I think this will be a good experience for you honey." "And every teenage girls babysits," said Holly, patting his back. "I did. All the bridesmaids did. I'm sure it'll be fun and you'll love it." "Oh gawdddd!" said Lee, seeing all the little kids running around. "Maybe I should come get my hair done too?" "Gee dear, for someone doubting she could make it past the weekend, you certainly seem to be pressing to be even more girly," teased Mrs. Baxter. "But you tell me Keleigh?" "So sitting under a dryer reading a magazine or having kids running wild screaming nonstop?" said Lee sarcastically. "Whatever should a girl choose?" "She'll always choose her motherly instincts that just haven't had the chance to come to the surface yet, young lady," laughed Rita, tapping his arm and walking over, opening a drawer on one of the end tables. "And don't worry, I can promise you more than your share of time under the dryer getting sets in the future since that's what you're telling me you want. I have big things in mind for you darling that will work well with big hair or big curls, but now's not the time for that." "You know I was joking, right?" said Lee, as Rita handed his mother a small container. "Some days I do with you and some days I don't," said his mother, rolling her eyes and taking a few bows from the container of hair accessories, holding them against his top. "I'll see you later, and you'll be fine, but for now do yourself a favor and put your hair up." "But mom?" Lee whined as she handed him the scrunchie. "Have to go, and you make ponies all the time," said his mother, slapping the bow in his hand. "Make it high and it'll still be really pretty on you with that outfit if that's the issue." "You know it isn't, and fine!" grumbled Lee, pulling up his hair and winding it in. "Just add it to the list of things I had no choice in doing?" "Again I remind you? 'Volunteered' to do, and maybe go a touch higher, Keleigh," said Rita, watching as he wound it in. "Now relax, we're trusting you with the precious little ones that I'm confident you'll do wonderfully with, and you can still look cute doing it." "Oh and ok then," nodded Lee as he wound in a pink bow. "See you later, and maybe you can ask some of the staff to stay to help please." "They will until you've changed a few diapers, so you'll be comfortable handling it," said Rita, walking behind him and straightening the bow. "After that you're on your own, Keleigh. They have families of their own to tend to, and watch the little ones. They look small, but they grab pretty hard." "Oh crap," gulped Lee, sliding his hand down his pony as it swung high on his head.