WEDDiNG GARTERS && HUGO BOSS TUXEDOS ;; 3B1G

WOAH HE'S HOT

BEN LUTHOR.	11.8%	[ 4 ]
NATHAN CRAYFORD.	35.3%	[ 12 ]
CHARLIE DAWSON.	8.8%	[ 3 ]
DEXTER OMEN.	17.6%	[ 6 ]
NICK WALSH	11.8%	[ 4 ]
SAMUEL SELLICK.	14.7%	[ 5 ]
Total Votes:			[ 34 ]

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

WELCOME TO THE WEDDING

I HOPE ENJOY YOUR STAY

(lwill it be possible not to enjoy)

OPEN. FEEL FREE TO POST BEFORE ME. SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG DELAY AND POST OFTEN.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxTOGETHER WE MADE IT.

Blair looked up into his eyes, they were the same warm eyes she'd known since back in the day. The eyes that sparkled mischievously. She loved those eyes and she loved the person they belonged to even more. Benjamin Luthor. She could feel his warm breath against her bare skin, as lips moving along her neck, making sure there wasn't a spot he'd mist. While her arms were looped around his bare neck, returning fierce kisses, her hands clawing into his hair pulling him closer with desire. She knew this was utterly wrong, she was engaged with the love of her life, Nick Walsh, he was duke for god sakes and here she was having sex with Ben Luthor. The guy she'd lost Nate too but honestly she could care less at the moment. She watched as he pulled away from her neck, his eyes looking into hers deeply with an intense expression playing over his face. He moved closer slowly, his lips finally pressing against hers.

Everything went blank for a second. Before Blair's eyes shot open to the sound of her alarm ringing for the thousandth time. Small beads of sweat were on her forehead. Her head was pounding, along with her heart. Her heavy breathing blocked out every other sound in that room. Turning over to see if Nick was laying beside her. Her eyes moved around at the sight of the empty bed. Turning back over to the clock her eyes widened as she shot out of bed, one head placed on her mouth while the other clutching her stomach. She ran into the washroom, falling down in front of the toilet immediately, pulling her hair back as last nights dinner came out. She put her head on the ledge of the bathtub close to her, closing her eyes as she felt hot tears coming out from her eyes. Her throat was on fire, her head was throbbing with pain. Running her hand through her nasty brown locks, she desperately pulled herself up, barely able to walk straight. Slowly pulling open the drawer, where all of her lingerie was neatly placed in, her hands moving around in the drawer pulling out all sorts on panties and bra's in search for one thing, as soon her eyes caught sight of the thing. She felt her stomach tighten up into a knot. There it was, the pregnancy test she has been avoiding since the week after she'd back from Los Angles after having sex with Ben. She hadn't considered that she could have gotten pregnant when she was with him. Her hands tightened around the box as she took it disappearing behind the washroom door.

Her eyes widened at the little green plus sign on the test. That's when she knew her life was officially over. She was pregnant, five days before her wedding, not with her fiancee but with another guy. Another guy, whom she'd known since she was born. Benjamin ******** Luthor was going to get it. Because of him, she was late for her wedding rehearsal, there was another life growing inside of her, she getting married to a guy who had no idea. ********, her life couldn't get any god damn worse.

Returning from the bathroom an hour later, looking like a princess compared to what she had looked like this morning, Blair looked down at her Nieman Marcus dress. Her eyes were still red and looked as if though she hadn't slept in a few days, but there wasn't nothing that makeup couldn't fix up. Placing her size seven feet into a pair of black Nieman Marcus shoes, Blair ran her fingers through her hair before exiting the room, in search for the ******** a*****e Ben.

Marching down the hallways of the huge house, a wicked smile playing across her lips. She spotted a maid who worked at the house. "Linda, darling." Blair spoke innocently calling out her name. The maid turned around to face her a smile on her face "Yes, Madame." She spoke in her thick British accent. "You wouldn't have happened to see a man, he's about this tall." She moved her hand up somewhere over her head displaying Ben's height. "He's got brownish hair, nice eyes you know? Actually he's just very appealing to look at." Blair's voice tensed up as she was now starting to yell a little. "But I swear the god he's a ******** jackass!" The maid looked at Blair, a hint of fear in her eyes. She probably thought that Blair was some sort of a maniac. "N-N-No Miss." She stuttered. "That's to bad." Blair frowned at the maid, "If you do happen to see him though, will you please let him know that Ms. Andrews says that he should really start running." Blair smiled at maid, watching her turn around to return to whatever the hell she was doing. Taking her phone, Blair ran through the contacts looking for one name. Ben Luthor. Upon finding it, she started to write her message.

YOU'RE ******** a*****e.
WHERE THE ******** ARE YOU?

- blair

Hitting the send button, Blair continued to march down the hallway. Ben Luthor was going to be in for one hell of a surprise.

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR
(if I could do it again...I'd probably do it the same)

Blair must be a ******** masochist.

Why else would she make them wake up at fricking ten-o-clock to be at her ******** rehearsal, and then not even show up on time? Pondering this thought as he left the rehearsal, Ben Luthor took off down the hall. He had waited until Nick and Nate were both distracted before making plans to duck out, and had told Lourdes that he was just looking for some decent coffee - he was used to waking up more around noon, and he desperately needed some caffeine in his system to stay awake for the yawn-fest that was watching Blair and Nick practice professing their love for each other. He had swiped a glass of champagne - it was never too early to start drinking - and he was now roaming the hallways of the grand house. Screw Blair marrying royalty or whatever the ******** Nick was - did she have to get married in dreary London? It was already ******** raining. Ben much preferred the sunny, long, drawn out days of Los Angeles to the drizzly day that was awaiting outside every time he passed a window.

But that was Blair for you. She had to have her English wedding to her English love in her English fairytale to go live in her English palace and have English gardens and drink English tea and be a pretty little English rose. God, she was frustrating like that. Ben finished the last swallow of champagne left in his glass, abandoning it in the corner of the hallway as he turned, getting lost in the twists and turns. He no longer knew the way back to the room where everyone was waiting, where his disappearance was probably just being noticed and causing a wave of displeasure, particularily in Nick. He couldn't exactly blame the guy - given Ben and Blair's history, Ben was surprised he'd been allowed to come and not be shackled to a table in the back of the room, kept a good thirty feet from Blair at all time. Apparantley, Nick exercised a lot of trust in his soon-to-be-wife. He really must be dense then.

That wasn't something he really needed to concern himself about now though. He'd grown up, gotten over the whole notion of holding s**t over Blair's head and blackmailing her. Yeah, right. Ben nearly rolled his eyes at the thought. He could act mature, pretend to be responsible and over all that high-school drama that had made the situation he fled so awkward and tense. But no one would ever believe it. No one ever got over s**t if they were from Dalton Heights...they just held onto it so they could still b***h and moan over it eight ******** years later. How else could you explain the state of his friendship, or lack thereof, with Nate? Nate shouldn't care anymore...he was engaged now, wasn't he? He had found his 'true love', if that existed. Ben knew that what he had done years ago had put their friendship beyond repair, unless he could pull some bullshit out of his a** about how it wasn't just about sex, that he was in love with Blair Andrews and always would be, that they had been destined to be together and nothing, not even the integrity of his friendship with Nate could keep them apart. Except that was obviously a lie, since Blair was marrying ********, and Ben had slept his way through the A-list of socialites and drunk party girls and was dating Lourdes.

Besides, he was Ben Luthor. He didn't fall in love.

Right?

If that was the case, then why did he keep finding his way back to Blair, time and time again? Why was it that he came here? He had little interest in wishing happy couples the best of luck and attending a wedding to listen about how everyone was engaged and happy and all that corny bullshit. It seemed that Ben had little time to ponder the question - his phone in the pocket of his suit started buzzing furiously, as if it could feel the wrath of the text message coming his way. Pulling out his cell phone, he read Blair's text message with a bemused grin. How sweet. Invite him to come to her wedding, then yell at him. That was the Blair he knew.


morning sunshine.
I believe the question of the moment is 'where are you?'
tsk, tsk. emily post would frown upon keeping your own guests waiting.
and before hurricane blair hits, can I politely ask
why the ******** are you so pissed?
--ben


He slid his phone away, wondering what it was now that he had done to make her so angry. Perhaps her own guilt over sleeping with him when she was engaged? Hmm...that seemed like a good reason. Angry that he actually showed up? That could be it too. Whatever. She was probably just ******** PMSing and taking it out on him because she knew he could handle her s**t. Switching his mission from finding the kitchen so he could pour half a bag of coffee grounds into a cup and mix in a few swallows of hot water to wake him up, he turned his focus to finding Blair to weather whatever storm she was throwing his way now. He turned down another hallway, finding Blair marching towards him in a defiant manner, eyes dark with anger. He cracked a grin at the angry bride. "You look just lovely," he told her, leaning towards her slightly, not nearly brave enough to lean in to kiss her cheek in greeting - not with Nick lurking around somewhere. "Now, what have I done now?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. "Or are you just looking to repeat a little history, my dear?" he offered, glancing at his watch. "We have about ten minutes before they realize that we're both gone," he told her, shrugging his shoulders. That was a total lie - he was sure that her fiance was already pissed that she was gone and Ben was too...everyone had to know that nothing good could come of that. But given Blair's angry expression, maybe Nick's presence would make his punishment for whatever he'd done a little less intense. She wouldn't dare bring up their night a month or so ago in front of her darling fiancee, oh no, that was not the Blair Andrews way.

Besides...with or without Nick, she had to know she couldn't be too hard on him. He always had that night to hold over her head...the secret of their night together lay on the tip of his tongue, and whether or not he swallowed his words or spilled the beans depended on how much she pissed him off.

[Riimmy]

×IT'S JUST ANOTHER WEDDING, RIGHT? ×

×YOUR UNKNOWN GROOMSMAN×

“Keep your eye on the, the ball.” He said saving himself from using another world. “Landon! What are you doing? You can win a game if you’re going to be a bloody wimp.” He called up and then checks the time. He was standing on the football field holding an early morning practice, when he would rather be in bed. Only getting up in time for the wedding rehearsal, or when Jackson started to cry, either one.
“Keep back in that goal and show you can handle it.” He yelled walking up and down the field. “Mark get on him and shoot a couple balls at him. Everyone else get back to class.” He called out and watched the run to the locker room. His attention went back to his captain and the goal. This was stressful, especially since he could be home. Once again he glanced at his watch. “We got a game tomorrow night. I will pull you if I have too. Now get back to class. I have to go.” He watched his goal and his captain run off the field. "It's going be a long day, tomorrow." He said looking at his the other coach. "I'm not even going lie. I'm going to be late for practice tomorrow. Just get them going and watch Landon in the goal, put in someone else if needed." He looked out into the empty field. "Okay, sir! Just be here in time for tomorrow night's game. I can handle the practice."

He felt bad, but that was all he could do, right now. He had to get to the damn wedding rehearsal to be told what he already knew. After all aren’t all weddings the same? He was pretty sure they were. He turned around and headed off of the football field. Well soccer field if you are American, but this is England. He headed to his black truck, opened the door. He grabbed his tie, before getting in. Wrapped it around his neck, and tied it. He then sat down and checked his hair, before turning on the truck and headed out. Of course it didn’t take long getting to place. What took the longest was the damn traffic. Once he was there, he turned off his truck and got out, slamming the door shut and then heading in.

Samuel wondered around the place. He really didn’t know anyone here, but Nick, of course. Sam didn’t look to good next to his friend, since he was a Duke and Sam was still in school going against his grandfather and father. Right now the kid only cared about one thing, food. There was always food at these things, right. After all everything cost a lot of money when getting married. It’s probably the most money you spend in a year if even that. After all he was proud of his friend for getting married. After all this didn’t seem to be different from any other weddings, just yet.

“Food, there it is!” He thought as he saw a couple plates of cookies. He couldn’t help and grab one and take a bit out of it. After a long night with a two year old and the wife, he was hungry now and when he got up he wasn’t wasting anytime eating. He used those fifteen minutes to lie in bed, wishing he didn’t call for that morning practice. As he chewed the cookie he pulled out his phone reading a text from his wife, of course. There was like ten, maybe twenty of them. He did tell Nick how it was being married, but those about to be married never listen. He didn’t at all. He knew it would be different with him, wrong. Once again.

"I'm okay, babe!
I'm at the wedding thing, right now.
Earlier I was ate practice.
I said goodbye and gave you a damn kiss.
Okay? I love you.
I won't get drunk tonight and I'll get
up with him tonight, promise. Love ya
xoxoxoxoxox Sam."

Yeah he hated lying to his wife, but if she was going to be clueless like that. He had too. He was going to drunk tonight. That was beyond his control. She knew that all too well. Maybe she was just hoping he would come home sooner, but then again that wasn't going to happen, now is it. He pressed in the keyboard, locked his phone and stuck it back into his pocket.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Her heels clicked down on the marble floors as she walked past closed doors, her eyes looking straight up in front of her. She could honestly say she looked somewhat like an eagle, hunting for her prey. In this case her prey was the was the one and only manipulative b*****d - Benjamin ******** Luthor. Here she was bad mouthing him, when somehow she would always end up in bed with him. Somehow she'd even miss Ben's strong muscular arms around her tiny petite body. Snap out of it. She told herself. She couldn't possibly love or even like Ben. He'd gotten her pregnant. Her instantly moved from her side to her stomach. Swallowing nervously, Blair pulled out her cellphone. No where near surprised to see Ben's name appear on the phone. Blair eyes read the message, on her phone.

If Ben was trying to be funny, it had miserably filled. She was furious. She wanted to go yell and scream her a** of at that little a**. Biting her lip, she dropped the phone back into her bag not bothering with a message back. She wanted to have a conversation one one one, just the two of them. She'd passed a few more doors, gotten a few stares from people here and there and finally there he was, up ahead walking towards her casually. She felt her stomach tighten up into a knot, flashbacks of the night in LA came swarming back to her. He'd gotten so close to her that when he spoke for the first time she felt is warm breath against her body, fiercely reminding her of that god dam night. His grin, made her want to forget about this whole sudden pregnancy thing here, cuddle in his arms and just cry her a** off, but she couldn't. She was here on a mission. Ignoring his comment, no matter how much it seemed to affect her Blair cocked her head to the sight, giving him a fake smile, Speaking through her clenched teeth, Blair felt her hands ball up into fists. "Remember that night in Los Angles?" she questioned him, the same smile still pasted on her face. Enough with the fake crap."Please tell me used a condom, I mean you couldn't have forgotten you probably use them on a daily bases at least ten times a day." The smile had been removed from face and was now replaced with a rather harsh expression.

"Better yet, Benjamin knowing your answer, I'll give you a five second head start cause I swear that if I ******** catch up with you, there won't be anything left to put a condom on." Glaring at him, this time the smile returning on her face.

ooc ; sorry for the shitty post.

[LiFEGUARD BY DAY]

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NATHAN LEE CRAYFORD

❝ the BEST MAN ❞
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"Dude, I'd rather cut off my own balls than be your best man."

It had been an empty threat. Nate's balls were still intact, and he stood, in an exquisite English church, looking on at a pathetic excuse for a wedding.

Though now twenty - six - years - old, there were few things that had changed about Nate's personality. He was still charming his way into and out of any business he found worthy of his time. He still held one hell of a mighty grudge. And he was still loyal, undoubtedly to a fault, which had landed him nowhere good and everywhere hellish, including the wedding of his first love and hated ex, Blair Andrews. It was all Nick's fault, and Nate was keen to blame him for it. If Nick hadn't asked him to be his best man, Nate would happily be back in the States with Bella, planning their own wedding and happily ignoring the existence of the girl who had once broken his heart, but he had, and that was the sole reason for Nate's presence next to the alter, a hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and a rather disgusted look on his face. In his oh - so - humble opinion, there was no way this wedding was going to go through. Once a whore always a whore, and Blair pretty much defined that word. If he knew her as well as he thought he once had, she'd never settle down, and quite bluntly, she didn't deserve to even stand in the same building as guys like himself and Nick, let alone marry the latter.

Maybe she'd realized that and that was why she was late -- or maybe not showing up at all. Far from feeling pleased about that, Nate was annoyed. It was ten AM and he was waiting on a girl he hated in rainy England. He had better things to do with his time. Bella wasn't present (she was fortunate enough not to be involved in the actual ceremony and Nate was undeniably jealous), and he'd bet she was still sleeping. The thought of her curled up in their king - sized hotel bed (undoubtedly in the nude since clothing had never been required in their relationship), the massive rock he'd given her on her ring finger, sleeping peacefully, filled him both with rue and longing. What he wouldn't give to be there next to her. What he wouldn't give to be anywhere but where he was.

bella babe,
feel like going out for breakfast (or by the look of things, lunch) when I'm done here or should I join you back in bed?
s**t, i wish you were with me. this blows.
- nate

He tucked his phone back into his pocket and shifted his weight, impatient. "If Blair doesn't show up in the next ten minutes, I say we disband," he announced with characteristic confidence, though he shot Nick a grin that he didn't quite feel. He pitied his friend more than anything. Again, if he knew Blair, she was off screwing around with someone. And, come to think of it. . . "Anyone see where Luthor went?"

Oh boy. If they were together, that was a new low, even for Blair.

[shadapp]

OXOXOXOXOXOXO

Dexter's mind felt numb, his toes felt sore and his eyes were bloodshot. His hotel was beautiful and his mouth was left open slightly, revealing the bottom of his used-to-be pearly whites. Now there were tinted slightly yellow and it didn't help with the fact that a cigarette was now to his tongue. Each finger quivered with delight as his tongue lapped against the back of his teeth, the sound startling him. He felt like a cow being slowly sedated before death and then bam, this ******** knife comes down on your head and next thing you know your a steak. Mmm. Steak. That's what the former, kinda, drug addict needed at the moment. The feeling was like ecstasy and to take it away from him would be like to remove a child from it's playpen or a nuclear missile from some power hungry world leader. And, there was the light- a pause as the end erupted into flames and Dexter closed his eyes, leaning against the wall, inhaling.

It felt sticky to him, but it wasn't like his cocaine, or his marijuana or his lsd. It was an icky sticky that made him want to listen to jazz or pick up a prostitute or cuddle with someone he loved. Yeah. The other s**t was better. As the smoke escaped from his lips, our Dearly Devoted Dexter cracked his neck from side to side, laying his head against the wall as his other hand snubbed the cig out with a quick flick. He pinched the tip and slid it behind his ear, cracking open one green eye at a time before he straightened up, rubbing his hand along the stubble on his chin. He didn't look any different according to a few people, and besides the fact that he had quite a nice little addiction going, Dexter was well off. Well, so he said. A number of people pushed by him with some flowers and sniffed the air. Must. Dirt. His breath. His eyes widened. Pulling a mint from his pocket he slipped it to his tongue, blinking at the sudden taste of freshness. To be honest, lovelies, Dexter felt like a zombie. All hollow inside and bitter if not menacing. And this sickening desire for human flesh. Or for some a**. Not like he didn't get any last night.

"MOVE, SIR."

Some woman with flowers who looked as if she had swallowed another woman glared at him with her little pig eyes. Where was he? England. Why? A white wedding. He inhaled even sharper than before and turned to face, or look at, Blair? Blair was there? And Nathan? Wow he felt dismal. Where was his head when he needed it? In the airplane bathroom toilet still, vomiting up a storm? We do not speak of that. At all. Squinting slightly as he inhaled his eyes darting to match Alexandria's, but alas she was nowhere to be seen. Now he wanted to cry. Now he wanted to leave. She was his last hope, even if she did love Mr. Puffy pants. That's what Dexter called him. Way to be stuck in junior high, sweetie.

More people shoved into him. Dexter wanted to speak but he felt clammy. What if she didn't like him anymore? Not like they hadn't hung out after he escaped from rehab, but stillll... It might be awkard. Was he in high school again? Did he really feel like that for her? Was she sulking around? Was she as miserable as she was without him? Maybe she moved on. She did move on. Suddenly Dexter felt old. A pit was in his stomach as he trotted over to Nate, dropping the cancer stick to the ground before he himself proceeded to talk, make some audible human connection.

"Hey Nate. How y'been?"

He didn't really remember Nate all that well, but leaning against a wall sulking slightly wasn't exactly the best way to strum up a conversation and 'nither was glinting around like some kind of super spy waiting for your prey to pop out of someone's a**. Talking to him was all he could do for now until someone else came along. And people were going to come. This was the wedding of the century or something like that. Actually, it might have only been a number of days ago in good ol' New York where Dexter came across an article in a rather popular magazine that spoke of this wedding in some high kind of decorum. He remembered the title too: 'Oh to be a Bride on such a Beautiful Day.' It was about Blair written by some local skeeze of a journalist who also published Dex's article on his car accident that landed him a number of years in jail and not to mention rehab. Ohhh Rehab. Anyways, it spoke of beautiful people with beautiful dresses and beautiful scenery and an amazing and, well, beautiful and rather innocent bride to be. That made him laugh out loud and he went on his way, whistling a happy toon. And now he was here, hair messed up and a hole in his heart. Yeah. Ouch.

[fffusion _]

alexandria marie st. laurent
___________ t h e ___' s t i l l ___ g o s s i p p i n g '___ b r i d e s m a i d

__________________

Where in the world was Blair Andrews?

This was the question obviously running threw everyone's mind. The bride to be was currently nowhere in sight, which made Alexandria shift anxiously from one foot to another. Alexa had been early for the rehearsal. Why? She was always early. It was just something she got from her St. Laurent traits. She sighed and looked over at Andrew, trying to find some shred of confidence. What made her even more nervous was the fact that Dexter was there. You should all know which Dexter. Dexter Omen. She tried her hardest not to let her thoughts and slight drift toward ex-lover, but it was obviously not working. In total, she had looked at him three times. (Yes, Alexa did count.) She placed her hands behind her back and turned her head so that she was looking directly at the door, waiting for any sign of her brown haired best friend. She looked over at everyone and shot them a look that said, Where the ******** is that girl? Afterwords, she looked down at her outfit, straightening out her dress before running a hand threw her hair. The time zones in New York and England were so different. Alexa felt herself yawning and moved her hand up to cover her mouth. She was getting a bit impatient and wanted to stretch her limbs. After several minutes, she was running out of things to do, and still wondered where Blair was. The blonde thought for a second, pondering whether or not she should just send her a text, but she was sure somebody had already done it, when everyone that was involved in the wedding was now shoved in a room waiting for Blair. Alexandria wondered how Nick was feeling. She looked over at him, trying to read his features. The plan backfired though, because Alexa's eyes slowly started to close. She quickly came to her senses and stood up straight, staring at her shoes.

Not much had changed over the years. Alexandria was still the b***h she was years ago, and she was still gossipping her pretty head off, although it occurred less often now. Back at Dalton, Alexa was the kind of person that would be most likely to go rat off to Gossip Girl. She had never actually done that before, but people still kept their distance from her. Now a days, she could careless about Gossip Girl, maybe she even hated her. Now that she thought about it, Upper East Side's well known gossiper was actually quite annoying, in more ways than one. Physically, Alexa's hair was shorter. Her tips kissed the tops of her shoulders now, and she liked to curl it occasionally because of how it bounced whenever she walked around. Somehow, it made her look younger. She was twenty-five now, which was quite old, in her opinion. She always tried to avoid the words, 'how old are you?" Everyone could tell Alexa was somewhere in her twenties, so why would they ask anyway?

Alexa remembered a time when she actually missed Dalton. It was about three months into college and the Dalton Heights graduate was attending Dartmouth. She was sitting in her dorm room, staring up at her ceiling. She remembered how she would try to visualize people's faces in her head, and how she would remember how bitchy, kind, or stupid they were. That day, she almost called all of her friends from Dalton. She didn't, however, and stuck to texting her friends. It was much better than wasting money on long distance calls, not that it mattered. Alexa came from an extremely wealthy family, most people knew. She was almost born on a pile of cash, if that she was even possible

Soon she gave up. Alexandria sighed and stretched her arms in the air, feeling an urge to do jumping jacks right then and there. She obviously didn't, knowing she would have loads of time to go do some sort of exercise later on. For now, she just wanted Blair to walk into the room. Maybe then she wouldn't be standing there with her knees shaking from all the standing. She slowly shifted from one leg to another again.

Fuuuuck, what time is it? The words hung in her head like a large grandfather clock. Goddamn. She was getting really annoyed now, not to mention impatient. The only thing that could please her now was if Blair Andrews walked threw that door. For now, her fingers were crossed mentally, and they were crossed pretty damn tight, too.


i'm tough, i'm ambitious,
and i know exactly what i want.
if that makes me a b***h,
OKAY.

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR
(if I could do it again...I'd probably do it the same)

Seriously? She was going to get this ******** pissed over what, a stupid little pregnancy scare?

In all honest, he really didn't have an answer for Blair, at least, not one that would make her happy. Because for him, that night was so much more about being with Blair again and seeing her and those old...feelings (did he have real feelings?) rushing back, and the heat of the moment and their undeniable, stubborn, problem-causing chemistry. The chemistry that seemed to bring them together, even if she was dating his best friend, even if she had a sparkling engagement ring on her finger. And she stood in front of him now with that fake little smile on her face, her hands balled up into fists, in a slightly threatening way. She had to know that the most threatening thing about her wasn't her punch though - it was her words and how easily she could destroy someone with just a snap of her perfectly manicured fingers. And what would hitting him do to her pretty polish? Ben just shrugged in response, shrugging away the issue altogether. She was a few days late, blamed him for the needless worry. All would be forgotten after she had a few drinks. "Calm down, Duchess," he told her, sliding his hands into his pockets and offering her an apologetic smile, figuring that would be enough to solve the problem. This was just her and her ******** drama again...she always worked everything up in her head and blew it out of proportion.

"Come on babe, point me in the general direction of the kitchen...your soon-to-be-servants need to be educated on how to properly brew a cup of coffee," he told her, stepping forward to bridge the large gap between them. "Or do you and your Prince Charming only drink tea? Is he that kind of chapping English bloke, mate?" he teased her in a fake British accent, mocking that of her darling fiancee's. He could barely stand Nick, the way that Blair and everyone thought he was so goddamn perfect. He'd find his flaw - and oh boy, would he point that out. Because as much of a b***h Blair was to him and how everytime they got together it caused only destruction and unhappiness, she deserved way better then that a**...plus the thought of her promsing herself to only bed one man for the rest of her life that wasn't him was slightly disturbing, to the point that it made him want to find one of the Duke's fine antique vases and empty the contents of his stomach into it.

But that was an entirely different issue.

Ben took another step forward, peering down at Blair's petite form down the bridge of his nose. "Or do you not have the time to spend catching up with an old friend? Is Prince Charming going to get worried that you and the Big-Bad-Ben-Luthor are possibly alone together somewhere?" he asked her in a taunting tone, his irritation at the whole facade of her happy ending ringing in loud and clear. "But he doesn't really have any reason not to trust you...does he B?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her, feeling he would be lucky if he didn't get slapped. He just really wanted to know if she had decided to be mature about their fling and 'fess up...if Nick was as perfect as everyone claimed he was, then he should be able to forgive his love and move on...right? But Blair would never admit to what she did. She preferred to lie and scheme and make the situation worse before the truth slipped out, as it always had a nasty habit of doing.

[fallen potatoe]

JEZZABEL SOPHiA DAGUERRE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ the maid of honor ]







a n d x c a r i n g x m o t h e rxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
••••••••• xoxo xo

"Elizabeth, would you like to hold my hand while we cross the road?"

The seven-year-old shook her head superiorly, staring at the cobblestone road ahead of them as if it was a battleground, and she was some kind of warrior. Truth be told, the only cars on it were all driving at five miles an hour, searching for a park in this disaster they called a road. What kind of church didn't have a big enough parking lot to fit in, oh, about three-hundred people? Jez could have sworn that Charlie had gotten the very last parking space in that jungle. After about fifteen minutes of searching, and having Elizabeth in the back seat whining about being bored. It was a shock that she was still alive with all that fiddling she'd done around there. If she wasn't so short, she could have potentially been electrocuted by the light she'd so eagerly wanted to reach for all that time. Jez was going to have to get a fly swatter or something, to keep her from touching those things that she wasn't allowed.

"Can daddy give me a piggy-back?" She asked, staring up at Jez hopefully as she probably thought Charlie would refuse. The little girl knew that he wasn't really her dad, and though Jez questioned her understanding of it all, she really seemed to get it sometimes. "Hmm, I don't know." Jez said, turning to face her fiancé with a bright smile; Elizabeth always brought out the best in her. "What do you say, Daddy, how about you give Elizabeth a little help getting across?" She asked him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before she moved aside so he could hoist the little girl on his shoulders. Jez was actually pretty happy that she'd cheated on Trey that one night. It was a horrible thing to have done, no doubt about it, but it meant that she'd eventually end up with Charlie. Which had turned out utterly incredible for all involved. She figured even Trey was probably happy now; he no longer had the burden of the ex-slut hanging over him.

The three crossed the road, Jez's Jimmy Choos clacking loudly across the stones as they did. She had definitely dressed to impress this morning, but was rather toning down the sexuality of it all since Charlie had proposed. Plus, she was a mother too, and mothers didn't walk around with their lady lumps hanging out. She wrapped an arm around Charlie's waist as they wandered along the path towards the entrance to the church, excited that she was this close to watching Blair walk down the aisle to the single greatest man in her whole damn life. Provided that the wild child was truly in love with him. Jez wasn't an idiot; Blair had her fair share of drama. Ben Luthor and Nate Crawford attending this wedding? To any normal person that was practically a marital death wish.

The happy 'almost' family walked into the large church, welcomed by the smiles of Dalton alumni. Good days. The only one that mattered to Jez, though, wasn't there. "Can you see Blair anywhere?" She asked, standing on her tip-toes and looking around for the brunette. When she didn't see her, though, Jez automatically pulled her small cell phone from her tiny, clutch purse, clicking at the keys quickly. Blair had been late a hell of a lot these days.

hey sweety,
where are you?
i just got here
but i have a feeling we're waiting for you
can't wait to see you!
-- jez

Jez pressed 'SEND', but did not put her phone back in her purse, so she wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of rummaging through her things when the bride-to-be replied.

[WOAH iTS SUPERGiRL]

blair charles andrews

xxxxxxxxxhere comes the bride all dressed in white.

xxxxxxxxxxxI'M MRS. LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.

Watching Ben stand there so relaxed made her want to barf. Had he not just heard what she'd just said. Taking a deep breath, she felt her entire body tensed up, as moved closer to her. "Calm down, Duchess." she heard his mocking words. Did he think that this was all some kind of a joke. How could she be so stupid, why did she have to sleep with Ben, was Nick not good enough for. Her insides burned at the sound of Ben's voice mocking Nick.

She felt goose bumps creep up on her arms, as he slept closer to her, making the distance between them invisible, they were so close. Who the hell did he think he was? He'd ruined her relationship with Nate in the past, saying that he needed her. Needed her for sex, and somehow he'd managed to let history repeat it self. "Do you think this is a joke?" Blair's voice came out in a whisper. "I'm pregnant Ben." Her voice was dead serious, the look on her face deadly. Shuddering for a moment, Blair crossed her arms over her chest. Had it just gotten colder. Swallowing as she looked away from Ben's glare. "And all you're going to do is shrug about it?" Blair felt a fat tear roll down her cheek. If there was one thing that Blair had carried with her through her whole life it was crying easily. It was a habit of hers, her mother hated. Apparently according to her mother it made her look weak. She hated it.

"Are you jealous of Nick?" Blair looked back at him, this time her eyes wet from the tears. "You had your chance Ben Luthor." Blair's eyes focused on Ben. She wanted to hug him, just be in his arms but then again she wanted to be in Nick's arms as well. He was like an angel for her, he watched over her, protecting her from morons such as Ben. Moron? Why did that stupid moron make her heart skip a beat. Why had she slept with him over and over again? "Remember that night, when Nate dumped me and you told me that he didn't deserve me ..." She paused for a second, stepping closer to Ben, her body lightly pressed against her, she took her hand lowering his face so she could meet his eyes properly. "Now you're saying that Nick doesn't deserve me either?" Blair's voice was soft. Her eyebrows raised as she looked up into Ben's glowing eyes. She gave him a small smile. "Tell me why out of all the people in the world Ben, I should be with you." Blair bit her lip and then dropped her hand from his face. She heard her cellphone go off but she ignored it. She'd had enough. Ben had ruined her life once and she wasn't going to let him do it again. "Cause I would damn well like to know."

ooc ; its getting intense.

[PRETTY LiTTLE LiAR]

BENALEXLUTHOR
(if I could do it again...
I'd probably do it the same)

She might as well have just punched him in the gut. It probably would've hurt less and been less of a shock. But no. Blair had to open her big mouth and reveal that the bullet he'd been dodging for what? eleven years? had finally come to hit him in the a**. Yes. He did think this was all a joke - and a pretty low one, even for Blair Andrews Walsh. Did she honestly think she could just drop this on him and then go to her ******** wedding rehearsal to another man? Great plan B, just ******** excellent. Ben fought back the urge to just shrug his shoulders again - if the situation hadn't gone from just awkwardly light to deadly serious in two words flat, then he would've done it in hopes of eliciting an annoyed smile out of the girl. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but it was as if she knocked all the wind out of him with the sheer force of her words. That was what she was aiming to do, wasn't it? His mouth fell open, searching for the right thing to say as a tear started to slide down her cheek. He had nothing.

For the first time in his life, he was speechless.

The natural reaction had been panic - intense panic, anxiety, a growing nausea in his gut, fear and stress. Everything just mixed together to create a sort of...content feeling. It was strangely settling, to know that in eighteen years, he'd still have a reason to visit Blair Walsh and her loving husband with no clue who the real father of the youngest royal was. That was going to be her intention, right? To lie and tell Nick that the baby was his, to make him happy and make her picture-perfect, storybook ending come true to form a real live fairytale. The slut matures and finds her Prince Charming, just like in all the classics. Maybe he was a tad jealous of Nick. God, that ******** sucked to admit. But she was right. He had had his chance and he had chosen the life of a playboy. It was why they could never work - he was deathly afraid of commiting to anything longer then a month or two and she wanted the wedding, the marriage, the life-long love.

"No, he doesn't," he told her in a matter-of-fact tone, thee words coming to him suddenly. He hadn't even really thought about them - they just slid off his tongue, an automatic reaction. The one question was who 'he' was - the aforementioned Nate, or her soon-to-be-hubbie Nick? Without giving much thought to the specifics, Ben cocked his head slightly to the side as he looked down at her, her hand still having hold of his chin. Tell her why? Did she really need to know why? "Because, Blair," he told her in a slightly irritated tone. She just wanted him to get on one knee and profess undying love, didn't she? He wasn't quite prepared, mentally or emotionally to do that. "Because, at the end of the day, it's my baby you're carrying," his voice fell to a low whisper. "Because, at the end of the day, no matter if you're with Prince Charming or Saint Nate, it's my bed you're crawling into," he added on, raising his hand to wipe away the tears streaming from her eyes. They were undeniably horrible and amazing together. "Because of this,"

And his head dipped down to close the space between their lips and he pressed his hands into the small of her back as he kissed her, not caring about his girlfriend or her fiance or the wedding party awaiting the bride's tardy arrival.

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

you have stolen my heart.
the groom

The groom couldn't have been more fidgety if he'd had ants crawling all over his body, beneath his khaki slacks and baby blue polo. Seriously. He was tapping his foot on the tile in the room, checking his Rolex every few seconds, glancing at all possible entrances. It was clear who the husband-to-be was looking for. Blair. His fiancee. And with Ben Luthor in the building, the possibilities were endless, which made the Englishman even more nervous. He wasn't really accustomed to be stood up - or waiting on people. It was typically the other way around, though he didn't mean it maliciously. Things weren't exactly simple when you were an English Duke with relations to the Queen and her family. And Blair was to be his duchess in a matter of days.

But she wasn't at their rehearsal.

Nicholas Walsh IV glanced over at Nate Crayford - Blair's ex and his best man. He was surprised at himself he'd even asked Nate. But the feeling had been mutual. His response had been rather blunt - and it had almost hurt Nick. Romantic things such as weddings were touchy with the Duke, but he'd somehow gotten over it and now he was there, right beside him at the altar in an exquisite English church (but weren't they all), waiting on the bride-to-be. And he wasn't the only one thinking that her absence might have to do with Benjamin ******** Luthor. Despite her insistence they were done, it was hard to imagine something like that. The two were not even close to how ******** up Bella and Nate's relationship was, but it was still a crazy ride. Nick could hardly grasp it all - which was why the chances they were together was so unsettling. Rather unpredictable.

As if voicing his thoughts, Nate spoke up, asking where Ben was. The guy's at humor was a good effort, but Nick could not bring himself to smile. He just couldn't. It worried him more with each passing second she was with some other guy. As much as he loved Blair, she had a tendency to get a little over her head when it came to guys. And she'd do foolish things.

This wedding was turning out to be the most unpleasant thing that had ever happened.

"I'm sure she's on her...way," Nicholas stammered, finally looking to the waiting guests and wedding party. "I'm sure she wants to look dazzling, even for a rehearsal," trying to comfort himself with that one also, was a major failure. She may have been a princess, but she was pretty good about getting ready at a reasonable time. He cleared his throat loudly and once again checked his newly bought iPhone for any messages from Blair, apologizing for being late. He willed himself to send her a message,


blair -
i don't know if you forgot or slept in but...
the rehearsal? we're all waiting on you, love.

xoxo
nick

[l a d y __ t e r r o r]

♥ the b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack,
xxxxxxxthe b***h is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
xxxxxxxxxxxand engaged, oh my! ♥

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Her phone sounded like a car alarm. The socialite spasmed, her eyes flashing open and her protective instincts took over. She kicked, punched, and squealed at air before rolling off clumsily to the floor in a heap of soft cotton, barely covering the Italian's glorious, tanned naked figure. [********] grumbled Isabella de Luca as she realized her foolishness. Pushing her body to a sitting position, somehow managing to keep the sheets covering her, she winced slightly at the sunlight pouring in through the window. The ringing had stopped - she finally realized it had been her phone...

Oh yeah.

She was in England. She was in England for Blair and Nick's wedding. Oh yeah. It appeared a lot of sex had diminished the girl's memory considerably, because she didn't even know where she was, at first. Which was unlike the socialite, who hadn't had a one-night stand in quite some time. A one-night stand where she didn't even know the guy's name and left early in the morning with his shirt - that corny stuff. No. This was a somewhat new age for Bella (despite she didn't look any older). The weight of the huge carat ring now resting on her ring finger had more affect on her mentally that she'd expected. She felt obligated to be loyal, which was easier said than done. Being such a sexual person, Bella was obviously wanting sex at all possible hours. She wasn't addicted, she just really liked it. So naturally, she needed some guy to give her what she wanted. But as of late, that one guy had been Nathan Crayford. The one and only, the one she was currently engaged to. The one she'd broken up and gotten back together with a record of times. Cheated on plenty of times but always come back to. Nate was no rebound. He was just...

Just a lot of things. Bella had a hard time defining what he was now. Her fiance? A troubling thought for a girl who always thought she'd marry some old guy and get the cash when he died. True love to Bella was something saved for fairy-tales and corny Lifetime movies. Not for bitchy, trouble-making Isabella de Luca. Italian heiress and resident socialite b***h.

Sighing heavily, the girl crept to her feet, letting the sheet fall. She snagged her phone from the nightstand and opened a new text from - speak of the devil - Nate. A slow smile crept across her lips.


natie darling -
either is fine with me.
anything associated with this wedding is a bore, i'm sure.
but i can make it all better [:

xoxo


Oh, yes she could. Sex with Nate was the only thing keeping her here. With Ben and Blair and her all in the same building, it was pure madness. Though she was thankful to only have seen Blair once or twice - Ben, not even a glimpse. Thankfully.