Wedding Details :D

bridesmaids dresses. andrew, you better love me. -.-


tuxes.
my bouquet.
the cake :D.

bridesmaids bouquets.
my dress.

This morning I woke up and went straight to the computer in search of everything I needed for the wedding. Dresses, tuxes, a cake, bouquets, everything. I was up for a few hours already when Andrew got up. "Bre, baby, what are you doing?" He asked, walking into the living room.
"Looking for stuff for the wedding, it's awful." I groaned, looking at him. He came over and sat next to me on the couch. "Here, I'll find a dress I like and show it to you, and you tell me what you think." I smiled.
"Okay." He laughed, leaning against me. "Bre, I don't care what you're wearing or where it is that we're getting married or what the cake and flowers look like. I really don't, because as long as I'm just getting married to you and I am going to be with you forever, I really don't care about all the other details."
"Really?" I asked, looking away from the endless pages of dresses in front of me.
"Seriously. We could fly to Vegas and go through one of those drive-thru weddings in jeans and a t-shirt but if it means you'd be mine forever I'd do it and love it while I was doing it." He nodded. I started to cry, for some strange reason. Andrew just kinda sat there, holding me while I cried. I could feel him breathing, I could hear his heartbeat. It was nice. It calmed me down.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too." He smiled, holding me tighter. "Do you really want a wedding? The stress can't be good for the babies."
"It probably isn't." I sighed, "But I've always dreamed of having a big fancy wedding, and getting married to the love of my life." I smiled, holding his hand. "But now I think all I wanted was the dress."
"You can have a dress." Andrew smiled.
"And then after-wards I get you, it's a win-win situation." I laughed. "But about the kids...after we get married, and of course move into a bigger apartment...are you going to adopt them?" I asked. It was kind of awkward, actually.
"Who's kids are they again?"
"Jayson's."
"Of course I'll adopt them baby. And raise them like my own. If its the closest I'll get to having a family with you." Andrew smiled. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Okay enough with the cheeziness.
"But I still want a wedding. Mainly because Jamie's forcing me to do it." I laughed.
"Okay, okay." Andrew laughed. Then we picked everything out, and blah blah blah.

Okey doke, so I've got everything picked out, the bridesmaids dresses, the flowers, the cake, the tuxs, and most importantly, my dress. I'm going to put the pictures in this post...somewhere. I still don't know how the picture thing works on here. Anyways, this is actually a pretty pointless post for anyone who isn't in the wedding, or doesn't care about it :D. So...yeah, ALSO, I moved the date. It's January 22nd now. Mainly because by February I could be all preggo looking. Right now I'm still pretty small, so I want to use that to my advantage. But then I also want to get married sooner :).


P.S. DEAR ALEXANDER JAMIE MATTHEWS, SINCE I FAILED TO PUT THIS IN MY LAST POST, I SHALL PUT IT IN THIS ONE. I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE AMAZING, WONDERFUL, PRETTY, SMART, FUNNY, ABUSIVE, DEMANDING, PUSHY, AND MEAN. BUT I LOVE YOU. okay, happy now? XD

Dear Andrew, I love you.

I brought the last of Andrew's bags into my house, sitting it down in the living room and then crashing on the couch. Andrew walked in from outside and sat next to me.
"I'm so glad you're moving in." I smiled, leaning against him.
"Me too." He smiled, taking my hand and playing with my fingers.
"God, I feel like there's just so much to do. With the babies, and you moving in, and then we have to plan the wedding, and I feel like I'm about to explode." I put my head in my hands. I started crying, oh god, here are those mood swings everyone's been talking about.
"Bre, shhh, it's okay." Andrew rubbed my back and pulled me closer to him.
"No, it's not. How can you say that? Everything is not okay." I started crying even harder.
"Yes it is, trust me." He whispered.
"NO it isn't!" I screamed, standing up. "This is just too much for me right now, I need to go into my room and think about all of this." I started to cry again as I ran back to my room. Fuck mood swings.
Like an hour later I walked back into the living room, where Andrew was watching TV and drinking beer. I didn't sit down, I just stood at the front of the hallway, looking at him. He turned and smiled at me, standing up.
"You better?" He asked. I nodded and walked into his open arms. "Wanna talk about the wedding?"
"Yes, please." I nodded, walking over to the couch. I laid down, with my head in his lap. I looked up at him.
"When were you thinking of having it?" Andrew asked, playing with my hair.
"Well....what do you think about Valentines day?" I asked, shrugging.
"Noooooooooo." He shook his head. I sat up.
"Why not?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Because I don't want to have to share OUR day with everyone else. It should be only about us." He smiled, pulling me over to him.
"Aw, that's sweet." I smiled, laughing a little. "But really, if not then....when?" I asked.
"Hmmm...." Andrew sat there for a while, just staring off into space. After a while I was almost certain that he had thought too hard, and died.
"How about February 1st?" I asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Sounds good to me. The sooner the better." He smiled, leaning down to kiss me.
"Yeah okay, not time for that yet." I stopped him, "We need to figure out who will be doing what."
"Fine." He groaned, leaning back into the couch. Bler Bler Bler, blah blah blah.
Here is what we've come up with:

Wedding date: February 1st

Maids of honor: Cristy Anderson
Jamie Matthews
Dawn Cade

Groomsmen: Kyle Brumley
Austin Brumley
Caleb Brumley

Flower Girl: Brooklyn Cade

Ring Bearer: Blaze Winston/Blair (I was thinking, Blair might have to help him down the aisle)

Annnnnnd, that's it. I'm pretty sure of it. Everyone's invited, obviously. :D

Christmas, and a new apartment.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FATASS PEOPLE THAT I LOVE SO DEARLY. And, the christmas spirit is gone. Yeah, I don't much care for christmas. I don't know why, really. But I got you all gifts (i'll name those off later.)
First things first. Jamie seemed pretty...annoyed at the fact that I just barged into her life and started sharing a bed with her. So I decided to use the money I got from my job, and buy a house. Now, I used money that I had saved up from over the years too, it wasn't all from my job. I had planned on buying a house anyways, you know with the twins being born in a few months and all. I wasn't going to make Jamie go through that.
My house is pretty empty right now, I'm going to get my old furniture from Mark's house and then I'll move it into my place and bler bler bler.
So, Andrew decided he wanted to take me to his house so I could meet his grandma. Ooooh, joy -.- . Anyways, so I walked in and his brothers and his mom and dad said hi to me, and then his grandma saw me.
"Who are you? Another hooker?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are. You. A. Hooker?"
"No, I'm Andrew's girlfriend."
"You must be hooker then."
"I am NOT a hooker."
"You're fat."
"I'm pregnant."
"HOOKER!"
"I AM NOT A HOOKER! DAMMIT!"
"Grandma, Bre's not a hooker." Andrew stood up for me.
"Yeah, she's a stripper!" Cale winked.
"I will strangle you Cale."
"She's also a druggie. I tend to stay away from her." Kyle added, winking.
"I hate you all." I groaned, sitting at the table. Everyone else sat down and we started to eat.
"Make sure you leave enough food for the hooker, she's eating for two."
"I am not a hooker. I am Andrew's girlfriend."
"Are they his babies?"
"Well, no. They're my ex-husbands. He was a hooker, for sure."
"HOOKER!"
"That is the second time you have screamed that at me, and I don't like it. So, stop."
"HOOK-ER."
"SHUT UP."
"HOOKER! HOOKER! HOOKER!"
"YOU'RE A HOOKER!"
"Finally! Someone understands me!"
"Wait...you're a hooker?"
"I was...back when I was young."
"Now I get why you call everyone else a hooker."
So we talked for a while, and soon Andrew was telling me it was time to go, so I said goodbye to the Brumleys and their grandma before leaving with my boyfriend.
Andrew took me to the park. It was a little cold to be walking around, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. He stopped me at the water fountain, and turned me so I was looking at him. Before I could process what he was doing, he was down on one knee asking me to marry him.
"Wh-what?"
"Will you marry me? You said it once before, please say it now. I love you."
"An-Andrew...I-I....I love you too...I-I...yes."
"Really?"
"Y-yes." I smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
and then, we kissed. :)

NOW, to the presents! I bet you all just skipped through the first part to get here. Greedy ass mother fuckers -.-

JAMIE: You got....an old Jewish man. because I know you like Jews. oh, and an autographed photo of osama benladin or whatever the hell his name is.

BLAIR: I got you a dinosaur. His name is Enrikay.

TIBBY: Banana condoms. nuff said.

PONY: I got you a harness...and a carriage so you can take me on carriage rides :).

SODA: I got you a bible. you like that kinda shit.

DARREL: I got you fake boobs from spencers. I thought you'd wanna give your hand a break. How have you not gotten carpal tunnel yet?

KIT-KAT: I got you a little collar for your cat that Soda got you. Lets keep our fingers crossed that he doesn't kill this one too :D

MARK: I got you not alcohol. That's for sure. I actually didn't get you anything :). on second thought. you know the movie elf? and the gift for "someone special"? I got you that ;).

CARSON: I got you a dildo, only it's supposed to be and exact replica of Jack's penis. i thought you'd enjoy it. XD

STEVEN: I got you some brains, please don't eat them.

DALLAS: I got you a new pair of boots. knock yourself out.

JELLETAIN MOLD: I got you a signed picture of that Dean fellow you love so much.

DIMITRIANNE: I got you a cloak, some fake incisors, and some white face make-up so you can be a vampire. :D

ELENA: I got you some professional help, your appointments start on Jan. 1st.

BROOKS: I got you some dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.

JOHNNY: I got you a certificate of authentication that says you're the real muffin man. Love me.

DAWN: I got you a helmet. it's a disco ball helmet. you should love it :D.

CRISTAY: I GOT YOU THE MOST AMAZING THING IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. I GOT YOU AN AUTOGRAPHED PICTURE OF ALL TIME LOW, COBRA STARSHIP, AND FALL OUT BOY. :D great, huh?

LUCIAN: I got you a new bass. love it, kiss it, make babies with it. :D

AUSTIN: I got you a cheeseburger. Jamie made me change it from what it was -.- that present was better.

KYLE: I got you some drugs :).

CALE: I got you a picture of me to put on your nightstand. great, isn't it? let's hope andrew doesn't kill you ;).

ANDREW: I got you my heart, please...don't break it. I finally got all the pieces back together :(. I love you, more than anything. and I want to spend forever with you. You absolutely blow me away :).

all in all, it was a great christmas for me :). I love all of you, you're like my family. i don't know what i would do without you.

This is actually a pretty pointless post, but I find it funny, so you MUST read it.

I finished putting my last bag in my car, at the precise moment when Mark came home from work.
"Bre, what are you doing? What's with the bags?" Mark asked, getting out of his car. "Oh, I'm moving out." I smiled, slamming my trunk closed. "Uh no, you aren't." "Yeah, actually...I am. I'm moving in with Jamie." I nodded, getting in my car. I drove to Jamie's house, ignoring calls from my brother the whole way there. I got there and Jamie let me in and I got all situated and blah blah blah.
That night we decided to watch a movie. I got to pick it out, so of course it was a good one. We watched Gumby. You know, the movie about the clay people...and yeah, so we watched that. It was pretty great, actually. Then we got bored, so I was like "Yo Jammie, let's call up Andrew and Austin and have them come over." and Jamie was all like "Oh my god Bre, you are so pretty and skinny and amazing and smart and stuff. That is such a wonderful and amazing idea, and I wish I was half as pretty, and skinny, and amazing, and smart as you."
So we called em up and they came over. I decided to take this get-to-gether to the next level. I called over some of the other members of the gang, and told some of them to bring the alcoholistic beverages. Now it was a REAL party. I'm a REAL boy! <3 Pinoc...however you spell his name. Anywho, so now we had a parrrrrrrrtay!
People were drinking, and passing out all over the place. well...soon we got everyone out of Jamie's house and finally it was just me and her. "Hey Jammers, how about I tell you a bedtime story?" I laughed, following her down the hallway. "If you have to most amazing Bre." Jamie smiled. I walked into her room and tucked her in, before sitting on the edge of her bed and starting on my story. "okay, so once upon a time there was a pretty pretty princess who lived in a very tall tower. there was nothing but a window, and she had no way to get in or out of the tower, so she stayed in there waiting for prince charming to come rescue her. he never came. she waited, and waited, until finally she couldn't take it anymore and she jumped out of the window. she landed at the bottom. of course it was the longest drop in the world, and so she died. the end." I finished my lovely story. "Bre, that sucked." "What happened to me being amazing?!" "You are, but that was an awful story." Jamie shook her head. "Suck my dick." "You don't have one." "So. Suck it anyways," "Tell me another one?" "NO. YOU DON'T LIKE MY FIRST ONE, YOU DON'T GET A SECOND ONE. Nah, I'll tell you another one." "YAY!" "Don't ever do that again, if you do I will never tell you another story as long as I live." "Fine." "Okay now, story time. SO, there's this town. and everyone in this town is perfect. perfect eyes, perfect hair, perfect bodies, perfect skin, even perfect minds. and in this town, everyone starts out normal, like you and me and everyone else. so, whenever you turn 14, or whatever age you are right before you go into high school, they take you and you go through this surgery. and they make you perfect. now this went on for years, until someone decided they didn't want the surgery, because it made everyone clueless. and then more and more people started not wanting to do it. and soon enough, all of the perfect people died. and the world was back to normal. the end." "Bre, that was retarded." "God, you are SO mean Jamie." "Tell me a better one?" "Fine, but this is the last one." "Okey doke." "So there was a very pretty girl named Jamie, and she was dating one of four brothers, his name was Austin. So the two dated for a long time, and they fell in love. like, real love. They got married, and settled down. They had two amazingly pretty kids, two boys. ehhhhh they aren't named. So everyone loved the happy couple, and they lived happy lives, down to the very last minute." "I LOVED THAT ONE!" "I bet you did." "Thanks Bre, for the uh....bedtime stories." "Anytime kiddo." "Hey Bre, you can stay in here if you want." "Gross, I'm not sleeping with you, you freak!"

I'm Coming Home, I'm Coming Home.

......................And I'm pregnant." I finished telling Alec. "Bre, maybe you should go home...this can't be good for your babies." Alec made a hand movement towards my belly. "No, it's not. More or less, I should go home because I miss my family." I laughed, bitterly. "Then go home doll, don't worry about me. I know my way around here." Alec smiled. "You sure?" I asked. "Totally." Alec laughed. I hugged him before getting my things together, putting them in the car and heading back to Tulsa.

I Think I'll Go To Boston...

I got into my car, and drove, and drove. I blasted the radio, sticking my hand out the window and moving it along with the wind. One had on the wheel. Care free.
A song by Augustana came on, it was called Boston. I sang along to the familiar song and it gave me and idea of where to go. I turned my car around and made my way to the east coast. To Boston.
I had to stop at a gas station about half-way there. I got out of the car, and went into the store, I planned on getting some Monster and some Watermelon Sour Patch Kids.
"What's a nice girl like you doing alone on the road?" A guy asked, I turned around. He looked about 20 or 22, maybe somewhere in-between. He was okay lookin', he reminded me of the Brumley's. He had the long hair, only his eyes were bright blue. They were hypnotizing.
"You don't know me, you don't care." I narrowed my eyes, walking around him and to the candy. I got some Sour Patch Kids and headed to the counter. The boy stopped me.
"I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You looked lonely, I thought you might have wanted someone to talk to." He shrugged.
"I'm going to Boston, where no one knows my name. Just for something to do." I smiled.
"I'm going to leave this place the first chance I get." The boy smiled. He seemed as if he was reassuring himself, instead of saying to me.
"You wanna come with me?" I asked. I kind of wanted to take it back, seeing as I didn't know the kid. But he seemed okay.
"Really?" He asked. The look on his face broke my heart. He looked as if this was the first time someone had ever even remotely cared about him.
"Yeah, I need some company, and you seem nice." I smiled, putting my stuff on the counter. I paid and then walked out to the car. The guy stayed on the sidewalk in front of the store, just staring at me. "Are you going to get in the car, or not?" I laughed. He smiled and got in the passenger seat.
"Thanks." He smiled once we were a little ways down the road.
"No problem," I smiled. "So what's your name?"
"Alec Mayfield." He answered, "And yours?"
"Breanna Parker. Call me Bre," I smiled back.
"Okay then, Bre. How about in an hour or so, I drive?" He asked.
"Deal." I laughed, turning up the volume on the radio. We spent most of the way to Boston singing along to songs, and talking about our families. Turns out Alec is a lot like me. He lives with his older brother, his mom and dad are gone. He'd be a greaser if he lived in Oklahoma. I finally met someone who understands me.
"Bre," Alec whispered, shaking me awake. "We're here."
I sat up in the passenger seat, opening my eyes. The view was beautiful, and so obviously not Boston.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"I know it's not Boston...but I thought we could crash here for a few days, and then go to Boston. Not a lot of people know about his place. But I wanted to share it, with you." He smiled, getting out of the car.
I got out too, taking the area in. There was a lake, with lights strung out all around it. Pretty lights, too. A small town could be seen not too far off. I smelt food cooking, and I made my way over to the buildings. Alec followed.
It looked like the town was having a cook-out, or whatever.
"Alec dear, how nice of you to join us." An elder woman smiled.
"I brought someone, a friend." He smiled, pulling me over to him.
"Who's this Al?" I asked.
"This is my grandma," He laughed. Weird-ass, I thought, but it's sweet. "I know it's gay to bring you here, but I wanted to stay here for a few days, ya know? Rest up. Then we can get back on the road." He blushed.
"Yo, yo, yo. It's okay, I think it's a good idea, as long as there's food." I smiled.
"Oh yes, there's food!" Alec's grandma smiled, pulling me over to a table full of all kinds of good home-made food.
"It looks delicious." I smiled, taking a plate and filling it up.
"It is, trust me." Alec smiled.
"I do trust you." I replied, looking down at the food, thinking about how gay that must've sounded.
"Come on Bre, let's eat." Alec smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Then. We. Ate.

Booooom. Yeah, I left. Don't know when I'll be back. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I've made some good friends, and they're going to help me. I love you all. I'll post about Boston some more later, but now I must go, ta-ta.

I'm Fighting My Demons.

I pulled up outside of the doctors office, ready for another check-up. That's when I saw Jayson's car. "What the hell is he doing here?" I mumbled to myself. I grabbed the divorce papers, just in case, and shoved them into my purse before walking into the doctors office.
"Hello." The secretary smiled. "Hi, I'm here for a check-up." I smiled back, looking around the room for any signs of Jace. "Name?" "Breanna Parker." I replied. "Through those doors, someones already in there, waiting for you." I walked through the doors she showed to me and into a small room. Jayson was sitting in a chair, looking out the window. "Hey Jace."
"Bre," He stood up, looking as if he were about to cry. "Why are you here?" I asked, trying not to sound mean. "I still care about the baby." Jace narrowed his eyes. "Babies, there's two Jace. The doctor called me a few weeks after the last appointment. There's two in there." I snapped. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "I dunno, we broke up. You shouldn't be here right now." "But I am." "Like I said, you shouldn't be. Didn't my brother already beat your ass?" I asked. "Doesn't change the way I feel about you and our kids." He smirked. I remembered the papers, and pulled them out of my bag. "Sign these." I slammed them on the table. "I'm not signing those." "Sign them!" "I'm not signing them, I'm not done with you Bre." "Well I'm done with you! Now sign the damn things!" I was almost screaming. Jayson looked up at me, he looked confused. "I thought you loved me Breanna." "I thought you loved me too, until you cheated." "It was an accident, it was only once, I've changed!" "Once a cheater, always a cheater." "Fuck Bre! I love you!" The next thing I know Jace has me pushed against the wall, kissing me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel anything. I didn't push him away immediatly, I really didn't want to. But I did. Because I thought about Andrew, and how much I love him. "Jace, get off." I pushed him away. "What? Why?" "I'm sorry, but I'm in love with someone else. Someone better." I smiled.

Anywho's, I did the check up, got the papers signed, and then went home to pick out names for the babies. Here's what I came up with:
Jonathan Christopher Parker
Ronnie May Parker

I don't much care for the girl middle name, but I can't think of a better one. And the boy's initials are J.C. so I'm going to combine them and call him Jace, after his father. Lame, so this post was pointless :D. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHM, I want to tell Cristy-annnne that I love her, along with Dawnsters, Alexander, and Brooks :).