Amilee
Amilee gripped her bouquet as she walked down the aisle. The church was filled with masked people, and she was being watched by all of them. In front of the priest, who had a face of just skin and no features, was a dark cherry wood coffin. A young 17 year old boy dressed in a robe of navy blue with his jaw-length amber hair loosely fanned out around his face lay in it's black cushioned inside. The priest nodded to her with his head and looked, if he had eyes, down at his Bible that had no cover and was just a bundle of pages tied with string. She was only about six steps down the aisle and a boy her age stood up from one of the pews and took her arm.
“Who-” she began to question as she tugged away slightly, but then she saw his face. He was the same boy in the coffin. It was unmistakable, those electric blue eyes and his beautiful hair.
“Hush, they might suspect something.” the boy murmured in her ear, “just come and follow my lead.” She looked forward again and the coffin was gone, and a waist high pillar stood in its place. A royal blue velvet cushion ringed with gold rope had been laid atop it. The whole church had changed, there was light streaming through the many stained glass windows and there were flower petals all over.
The pair reached the priest and he motioned something to the boy. He took her hand and reaching down to the cushion, slipped a small golden band onto the fourth finger of her left hand, as he did so she saw that he had an identical one on his own finger. As he did so he wasn't watching their hands, he was watching her face. He whispered, “Do you like it princess?”
Amilee sat up in the bed she slept in and looked to her side, and froze.
“s**t! My shirt!! Where is it?!?!” she grumbled for a boy lay sleeping next to her, but she couldn't see any part of his head because it was hidden under a pillow. That suited her perfectly fine though, this wasn't the first time so she didn't want to know if it was the same guy as Wednesday, he was just plain creepy. Upon finding her long-sleeved under-armor and her bra she started climbing into them. Before she had her t-shirt on over her under-armor she heard a voice.
“Have I disgusted you that much that you'll leave with out your money?” It was coming from the bed and she assumed the boy was awake. Turning around she saw the boy in her dream, and god was he beautiful, reclining on the bed. He was wearing boxers and he stood up handing her a wad of bills. “God, he thinks I'm a real prostitute!!! Well I sorta am...no I'm a slut, there's a difference.” she thought as she looked at the money.
“Well aren't you going to take it?” he had a smile playing around his lips as she snatched the money and tried to scurry out of the room. He caught her wrist before she got far though.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. Its just that you look so cute with your hair sticking up at all angles so I couldn't resist. Hungry?” At that Amilee tried to comb down her short cropped black hair with her fingers.
“Its fine but....um....how did I get here? See I don't really remember much. Was I at a party and got drunk...?”
