I'm being that girl X_X the girl who reposts and rewrites her story. But I was reading this back and it has so so SO many flaws. Characters saying unessecery things, randomly being there and some of the dialogue is just the height of disgrace.

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Summary

''We're getting married!" My dick of an ex-boyfriend is marrying my younger sister, I'm only twenty but I swear my hair's going to go grey from all the stress of uni and now this. Really it doesn't help I'm a bride's maid when all I want to do is sit at my dingy little apartment with my roommate/ best friend Leighton eating a tub of ice cream whilst she tells me how much better I am without him. Plus I'm doing this thing where I make out with the best man constantly despite the fact that we barley acknowledge each other's existence. Oh and I'm so not over my ex. At all. And the best man? He can totally tell. Fuck. My. Life.

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Song:

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off- Panic! At The Disco

Definition:-

Ex- a word used by thousands of people around the world as a cover up for the words obnoxious, evil, and asshole

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I sipped the wine coolly, letting the smooth liquid slide down my throat, as I watch my younger sister bounce up and down positively excitable. I know it sounds as if my sister is about five or six (god does she act like it) but no, she's eighteen. Her dark blond streaked hair flipping around smiling at her boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend, every so often. Darren was currently staring at me.

I fought the urge to even glance at Darren, as I had been doing for the past couple of months, focusing on my Willow. Mum beamed at my sister, she was always the favourite even though she's a waitress and I'm a law student, it proves that success doesn't win you love.

Proves success wins you nothing but money and as all the songs say money can't buy you love although money does make you travel up the social scale. I twirled spaghetti around my fork trying to forget just Darren in general.

I wish I'd never met him then maybe I wouldn't be in this situation and wouldn't have the biggest urge to just grab the boy who hasn't blinked once when staring at me and stab him in the face. Twice, maybe more.

"Oh can we tell them?" Willow pleaded looking at Darren who tore his gaze from me looking down at my sister lazily. Darren's one of those people who is just so gorgeous and smooth talking he can do no wrong in some people's eyes, but in my eyes, (since they've been tainted with his true colours) he's nothing but wrong. "Please?"

Even though he's nothing but wrong it doesn't mean that he isn't fucking attractive, as in do me on the table gorgeous. So. Amazingly. Hot.

"Of course Willow baby," And that fucking amazing French accent, come on you know you'd want it. Darren smiled down at Willow kissing the top of her at the table before she took that as a 'Okay, go' for her to go slamming her hand down onto the table revealing a ring with a rather large diamond.

"We're getting married! Darren proposed!"

I almost dropped my glass but restrained gaining my composure and let my eyes flicker over to my dad who was in the process of chocking on his wine and my mother ignored him then pressed her hands together in pleasure grinning brightly.

Shit hath hit the fan.

Great now they're getting married because I am so the epitome of so-over-him.

"WILLOW TREE I AM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU!" Mum got off her chair and pulled up Willow where they began to jump up and down they're hair flying around. I looked over at my dad who had stopped chocking and now did not look impressed with the scene that had just gone down.

"Are you sure, Willow, that you want to get married?" Dad asked blandly placing down his knife and fork softly and looked at my sisters dyed blond head , his eyes filled with apprehension. "You're only eighteen and Darren's twenty and still in Law school."

Willow's face fell and held Darren's hand possessively, he winced as I giggled to myself evilly. Suffer bastard suffer, suffer by my sister. Your cheating ass will have nothing but pain by the time she's through with you. "So, you got married when you were eighteen daddy! Plus Blair's twenty and attending law school too!" Willow whined I took this as an opportunity to roll my eyes.

Bitch please, don't even try and to weasel yourself out of this predicament with me attending uni too. I am so laying down the law. "So? I'm not doing the stupid act of getting married before getting my degree." I pointed out topping up my glass with red wine. Okay, I get it's really not laying down the law but she gets the point. "Darren is and you're only a waitress."

"I'm going to be a singer!" Willow said indignantly and I started to cough uncontrollably to hide my laughter. She couldn't sing for…well let's leave it at that but whatever she would be singing for would be running away if it came anywhere near her. If the object in which she was singing for didn't have legs, it would grow them and run as far, and as quickly, as possible from her.

"I think it's a great idea!" Mum said grinning completely ignoring her daughter's stupid and pointless ambition on which she has convinced herself she will achieve. But, of course you would mother dearest, you would think a wedding at this age is a good idea. Queue the whole – "I'll be a grandma!"

As yes, grandma. My mother's idea of true happiness is (and always has been) having grandchildren. I think she only wanted to have children was to have grandchildren and she always told us during our childhood that having grandchildren was her life's aspiration, I use to think she only said it to frighten us but now I realise just how deadly serious she was.

"I'm going to be a bride!" Willow screamed. "I'm going to have a wedding! I want to have Lisa as the maid of honour but Blair totally be one of the bridesmaids!"

Yay, I get to be in one of the mother fucking ugly dresses that we all want to wear. I'll look like that woman you cross the road specially to avoid. I bet it'll be yellow just to annoy me (I don't feel it goes with my dark brown hair). Thank god she's letting me be her bridesmaid out of the kindness of her heart, let us just thank god for a moment.

"Willow I really don't want you getting married so early on," Dad crossed his arms over his chest and Willow laughed lightly. I wanted to do the 'right on' sign for my father but I have to agree with her laugh, she's not going anywhere right now, being a waitress in all. When she was in high school all she concentrated on was popularity so why doesn't she get fucking married?

"You did it, don't be so hypestrical daddy," That's my sister, fitting the dumb blonde stereotype. Darren looked over at Willow, a feigned look of surprise shadowing his face, at least I hope it was feigned because if he didn't know she was this stupid and he intends to marry her then they're going to have problems to say the least.

"It's hypocritical Willow," I corrected and Willow shot daggers at me her grey blue eyes flashing. They're the only thing that confirms that we are, indeed, related. If we didn't have them then I'd have a very hard time not thinking that one of us was a result of adoption. We are polar opposites.

Willow faced dad again and pouted the way she always does when she doesn't get what she wants. I call it the 'I'm-a-spoilt-bitch' pout, she pulled it when I got A*'s in all my exams, she managed to gain a car. Not just a car, but the car I've wanted since the day I began to take driving lessons. Willow also managed to crash that beauty after a month. "Whatever, you married and didn't go to university, why should I?"

I swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti before making a 'mmh' sound as I washed it down with some wine. "Things change. Plus dad set up a business and took a chance with life, you're just a waitress." Willow's mouth was set in a straight line as I started to point out facts. "I mean look at dad now, he set up a highly successful business you can't exactly be a highly successful waitress as there is no such profession. Don't start on the whole I'm going to be a singer deal 'cause it doesn't work like that."

"Fuck off Blair, this is he came to me." Willow spat as I raised an eyebrow in disbelief as Darren's head shot up and silence graced the table. We were going there were we? Still.

Ouch.

The first to speak up was my mother. "Let's not fight girls! It's a happy day!" Mum rushed into the kitchen and brought back a bottle of champagne then quickly began pouring it into our glasses.

Willow shook out her mane of hair, a false smile painted on her face. "Yes, let's not fight Blair," Willow smiled poisonously at me her expression read oh-I-have-so-won. "I'm getting married to Darren! This is a happy day, someone loves me! One day I hope you find my happiness."

Bitch.

And she sounded so sincere. If you didn't look at her face as she said it you could have believed it but no. Just like the time I told her that Father Christmas hated her 'cause she ripped the head off every Barbie I had ever owned. Every conversation between us starts with a lie or a way to hurt each other.

I looked over at Darren who was just smirking at me. Fuck this ignore him bullshit, just don't let him know this is affecting you. I smiled back at him brightly; I so will not let him get to me.

"Let's toast," I raised my glass in the direction of Darren and Willow, the wine in the glass sloshed around threateningly. "To the happy couple."

"Cheers!" Mum cried gulping down her drink in one long swig. I sipped my drink, my brain slowly ticking away.

Maybe her marriage will be like her car. Ending with her screaming behind a tree grasping onto some random boy for protection.

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