After a long day at work the last thing I wanted to do was have a conversation with my mother. Unfortunately that was exactly what happened.

As soon as I entered the kitchen the telephone rang. Setting my purse on the counter I dashed across the room and barely managed to grab the phone before it went to the answering machine.

"'Lo?" I mumbled into the receiver.

"What kind of way is that to answer the phone? 'Lo? What does that even mean? I know I taught you better than that. What if I was calling to offer you a job? I wouldn't hire you after..."

Groaning I grabbed a banana off the counter and shuffled over to the kitchen table. Slumping down in a chair I began peeling the banana as I waited for my mother's latest lecture to end.

To my surprise she cut her tirade short and said, "I didn't call to argue with you Noelle. In fact I was calling to give you the good news."

My ears immediately perked up.

That sounded promising.

Maybe she was calling to tell me that she and my stepfather, Chuck were going on a cruise and wouldn't be stopping by for the holidays. Probably not but I could hope right?

"Good news?" I queried.

"Yes," she said, and I could hear her shuffling papers in the background. "Your sister is getting married."

"Wh-what?" I spluttered, spitting banana everywhere.

The girl who'd never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month was engaged?

What was the world coming to?

My mother sighed, "really Noelle is it that difficult for you to focus when I'm talking to you? Daniel has asked your sister to marry him. The wedding is in three weeks."

Three weeks? Sounded like a shotgun wedding to me.

"Shotgun wedding? What are you talking about Noelle?"

My eyes widened as I realized that I'd voiced my thoughts aloud.

"Erm nothing mum it's just a saying. Isn't three weeks kinda… soon though?"

"Yes well there's nothing that can be done about that now, the invitations are being mailed out as we speak. Now I assume you'll be bringing your boyfriend. Andrew wasn't it?"

As if he'd sensed a disturbance in the force, Aaron, my best friend and housemate chose that moment to come into the kitchen.

"Aaron isn't my boyfriend, mum."

"Aaron. Why is it that I can never remember his name? Anyway you'll be bringing him as your date, right?"

I chewed on my lip as I pictured Aaron's reaction.

"Uh I'll ask him but I'm not promising anything. He might have something else to do."

The man in question quirked a brow and I mouthed 'my mum' at him. He wrinkled his nose and I snorted.

Mum immediately turned on me. "How is that funny? Do you want to be the bridesmaid that everyone whispers about? You should think about finding yourself a boyfriend. After all you're older than Megan."

"Bridesmaid?" I repeated, realizing that I'd missed something important.

My mother continued speaking as if she hadn't heard me.

"Maybe I should ask Megan to make you the maid of honor. Then I won't have to worry about you finding a date, since you'd be paired with the best man."

"Whoa wait a minute mum. I don't need you trying to set me up."

"Why not? You and Anders were practically inseparable when you were younger. And I think you two would make a lovely couple."

"Anders is the best man?" I shrieked into the phone.

There was a pause and muffled talking before she responded.

"Noelle we'll discuss this later, your sister wants me to help her finish these invitations."


The click as she hung up was the only response I received.

Sighing in defeat I set the phone on the table and turned to Aaron, who was rummaging through the fridge. He pulled out the chicken and began searching for a pan.



"You haven't even heard the question yet." I whined.

He stopped what he was doing and shot me a 'how stupid do you think I am' look.

"Please Aaron? If you don't go my mum's going to try to set me up with all of her friends' sons, grandsons, nephews and cousins. I promise I'll never ask you for anything again."

I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and he sighed. "All right fine, I'll do it. Just stop looking at me like that."

Jumping up I dashed across the kitchen and threw myself at him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise you won't regret this."

He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'oh but I will', but I was no longer listening.

A/N: I'm back and with a new story! I haven't given up on True Romance, but it is on temporary hiatus while I work on my NaNo.

I hope you like it.


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