Milli shook her head, giving Tracey a look.
“We haven’t discussed it at all.” She said. “But I’m positive anything I’ll pick, he’ll be okay with.” She smiled dreamily, an odd look to cross her face.
ooc: HOW RUDE. YOU ARE SO RUDE, YOU LITTLE DWEEB.
Tracey laughed. “I can tell you have some sort of deep Milli plan forming in that Milli head of yours. You should make the guys wear dresses and have the girls wear suits,” she grinned maniacally.
OOC: WELL, IF YOU’RE MARRYING ME, YOU’LL BE MRS. DWEEB. SO HA.
Tracey grinned goofily as she hugged her best friend. “Oh myyyyyyyy, Milli, I cannot wait for this wedding. You’re going to look so pretty in your gown that even dashing Kisa himself will be too speechless to talk,” she prated, fantasizing the perfect wedding in her head. “I will be the best Maid of Honor ever—just you wait!”
Milli hugged her best friend right back, the excitement getting to her. “You have to help me, Trace. I have no idea what I’m doing. If I weren’t so stupid and head over heels for Jimmy, this whole marriage thing would be gross.” She wrinkled her nose. “But I want to keep him. All mine. Forever.” She grinned. “I know you will be. But if you plan a bachelorette party, NO strippers. Okay?”
Tracey nodded, her grin becoming even more goofy than usual. “You can count on me, Milli. I’ll make sure to make you the prettiest and best bride in the world!”
Her face, however, fell when Milli mentioned no strippers. “None? Not even one?”
OOC: Not even Channing Tatum strippers? Or Matt Bomer strippers? Or Andrew Garfield strippers?! :O
“I’m trusting you with this!” She laughed. “No. Not even one. Unless Jimmy himself is stripping. But then it would have to be a private show, because no one is allowed to see that body. I myself have only seen it once.” She winked.
ooc: NOOO. DON’T TEMPT MEEEE. O:
Under her breath, she mumbled something that sounded very much like, “Ruin my fun, why don’t you,” but Milli couldn’t be too sure.
“Have you guys decided on a theme for the wedding yet?”
OOC: TEMPTING ALL I WANT. LALALALALA.
Tracey grinned goofily as she hugged her best friend. “Oh myyyyyyyy, Milli, I cannot wait for this wedding. You’re going to look so pretty in your gown that even dashing Kisa himself will be too speechless to talk,” she prated, fantasizing the perfect wedding in her head. “I will be the best Maid of Honor ever—just you wait!”
Milli hugged her best friend right back, the excitement getting to her. “You have to help me, Trace. I have no idea what I’m doing. If I weren’t so stupid and head over heels for Jimmy, this whole marriage thing would be gross.” She wrinkled her nose. “But I want to keep him. All mine. Forever.” She grinned. “I know you will be. But if you plan a bachelorette party, NO strippers. Okay?”
Tracey nodded, her grin becoming even more goofy than usual. “You can count on me, Milli. I’ll make sure to make you the prettiest and best bride in the world!”
Her face, however, fell when Milli mentioned no strippers. “None? Not even one?”
OOC: Not even Channing Tatum strippers? Or Matt Bomer strippers? Or Andrew Garfield strippers?! :O
Once she’d finally settled down, she kept a dazed look on her face. “No! I can’t! This is all too…all too magical,” she declared, and Tracey pretended to dab at her eyes. “Ah…marriage…what a blessed thing.”
She turned to Milli and poked her shoulder. “So…when’s the big day? And are you going to be shopping for a dress? I’ll totally come along and help you pick one out.”
“Think of how I feel…” Milli held out her left hand and stared at the ring on her finger. She smiled, one of those warm, fuzzy, real smiles that only Jimmy had been able to pull out of her.
“I’m going to need your help with all that, Tracey. You’ll be my Maid of Honor, of course. Right?”
Almost a heart attack.
Almost.
“MAID OF HONOR?!?!?!?!?! FOR REAL?!”
“Umm, yeah. Duh. You’re my best friend!! Who else would I trust to do it!” She shook her head.
Tracey grinned goofily as she hugged her best friend. “Oh myyyyyyyy, Milli, I cannot wait for this wedding. You’re going to look so pretty in your gown that even dashing Kisa himself will be too speechless to talk,” she prated, fantasizing the perfect wedding in her head. “I will be the best Maid of Honor ever—just you wait!”
Once she’d finally settled down, she kept a dazed look on her face. “No! I can’t! This is all too…all too magical,” she declared, and Tracey pretended to dab at her eyes. “Ah…marriage…what a blessed thing.”
She turned to Milli and poked her shoulder. “So…when’s the big day? And are you going to be shopping for a dress? I’ll totally come along and help you pick one out.”
“Think of how I feel…” Milli held out her left hand and stared at the ring on her finger. She smiled, one of those warm, fuzzy, real smiles that only Jimmy had been able to pull out of her.
“I’m going to need your help with all that, Tracey. You’ll be my Maid of Honor, of course. Right?”
Almost a heart attack.
Almost.
“MAID OF HONOR?!?!?!?!?! FOR REAL?!”
“You could have just sent a letter…”Obediently, she sat by Milli. “Alright. What’s this news that’s so important that you had to send me a HOWLER for it?”
“Merlin, Tracey, drop it, you twit…”Milli took a deep breath, and grinned at her best friend. “Well…” She bit her lip. She was practically bursting with excitement. She had been since that big moment…
“Jimmy proposed..” She looked at Tracey, waiting. “And I said yes, of course. I’m getting married, Trace.”
“I’m not a twi—HOLY CRAP PROPOSAL?!”Before dear Millicent could even finish her sentence, Tracey had screamed so loudly that every bird residing in any tree within a ten mile radius of the two girls flew away, very much startled by the sudden noise.
Even a few of Milli’s neighbors had poked their heads out to see what was going on
“HE PROPOSED?!?!?!??!?!!??!!?!?!!”
Unable to contain her excitement, Tracey stood and began skipping about. “JIMMY PEAKES AND MILLI BULSTRODE ARE GETTING MAAAAARRIED,” she sang loudly, “THE MOST PERFECT COUPLE IN THE WORLD IS TYING THE KNOT. I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME~”
Milli laughed, and watched Tracey flip out. She knew that would happen, that’s why they were outside. She couldn’t stop grinning. She’d never admit it, but she had spent a lot of the past few days skipping and frolicking through her house, something she would never have done previously.
“Can you believe it?!” She grinned.
Once she’d finally settled down, she kept a dazed look on her face. “No! I can’t! This is all too…all too magical,” she declared, and Tracey pretended to dab at her eyes. “Ah…marriage…what a blessed thing.”
She turned to Milli and poked her shoulder. “So…when’s the big day? And are you going to be shopping for a dress? I’ll totally come along and help you pick one out.”
“You could have just sent a letter…”Obediently, she sat by Milli. “Alright. What’s this news that’s so important that you had to send me a HOWLER for it?”
“Merlin, Tracey, drop it, you twit…”Milli took a deep breath, and grinned at her best friend. “Well…” She bit her lip. She was practically bursting with excitement. She had been since that big moment…
“Jimmy proposed..” She looked at Tracey, waiting. “And I said yes, of course. I’m getting married, Trace.”
“I’m not a twi—HOLY CRAP PROPOSAL?!”
Before dear Millicent could even finish her sentence, Tracey had screamed so loudly that every bird residing in any tree within a ten mile radius of the two girls flew away, very much startled by the sudden noise.
Even a few of Milli’s neighbors had poked their heads out to see what was going on
“HE PROPOSED?!?!?!??!?!!??!!?!?!!”
Unable to contain her excitement, Tracey stood and began skipping about. “JIMMY PEAKES AND MILLI BULSTRODE ARE GETTING MAAAAARRIED,” she sang loudly, “THE MOST PERFECT COUPLE IN THE WORLD IS TYING THE KNOT. I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME~”
MILLI. I AM NOT COMING FOR YOU.MILLI. WHERE IS THIS ‘HERE’?
……
Do I ever leave my house? No. WHERE DO YOU THINK?
I’M ON MY FRONT LAWN.
…OH WELL I’M SORRY YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A BIT MORE SPECIFIC THAN ‘HERE’.
WHAT IF I’D ENDED UP IN FRONT OF A PERVERTED HOBO, HUH?
WOULD YOU JUST COME ON?!
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. I’M HERE.
SHEESH.
“Then why are you still yelling at me?”
She shrugs. “You were yelling first!”
“Via Howler!” She shook her head. “Nevermind. Sit by me. I have news.” She patted the grass next to her.
“You could have just sent a letter…”
Obediently, she sat by Milli. “Alright. What’s this news that’s so important that you had to send me a HOWLER for it?”
MILLI. I AM NOT COMING FOR YOU.MILLI. WHERE IS THIS ‘HERE’?
……
Do I ever leave my house? No. WHERE DO YOU THINK?
I’M ON MY FRONT LAWN.
…OH WELL I’M SORRY YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A BIT MORE SPECIFIC THAN ‘HERE’.
WHAT IF I’D ENDED UP IN FRONT OF A PERVERTED HOBO, HUH?
WOULD YOU JUST COME ON?!
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. I’M HERE.
SHEESH.
“Then why are you still yelling at me?”
She shrugs. “You were yelling first!”
MILLI. I AM NOT COMING FOR YOU.MILLI. WHERE IS THIS ‘HERE’?
……
Do I ever leave my house? No. WHERE DO YOU THINK?
I’M ON MY FRONT LAWN.
…OH WELL I’M SORRY YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A BIT MORE SPECIFIC THAN ‘HERE’.
WHAT IF I’D ENDED UP IN FRONT OF A PERVERTED HOBO, HUH?
WOULD YOU JUST COME ON?!
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. I’M HERE.
SHEESH.
