It had been a little over a month since Caitlin and I had met. I never thought this would happen, but she was like one of my closest friends. We hang out almost everyday and we always have the time of our lives. She definitely would never replace Amanda, Jenny, and Hayley but she was pretty close. She and I, along with my mom and Pattie had spent the entire month of October planning out every possible detail you could think of for my wedding. I couldn't believe that it was only two days away. In only 48 hours I would be MARRIED...to JUSTIN, forever. I had been staying with my parents for the last week since they thought it was better since we had family and friends pouring in every minute it seemed. I was missing Justin like crazy. He and I had never been away from eachother for this long. It was torcher. But at least my friends were with me, to make sure I didn't jump out a window or something. Hahah.
We woke up in the morning and packed our bags since we would be heading out soon to check in to the hotel that Pattie had booked for my Bachelorette Party. Oh no. I was pretty scared to see what was in store. Knowing my friends, it would be full of crazy, embarrassing shit. My mom and Pattie took me out to lunch while everyone else went to the hotel to set the room up. Lunch was delicious and we hit up Starbucks after. I got a venti Caramel Macchiatto. My favorite. We got in the car and drove to the hotel. We pulled up to the valet and I stepped out and walked into the lobby, where I saw Amanda and Jenny standing there with a very large shopping bag. Shit. I had a feeling I knew what it was, and I wasn't happy about it. They dragged me to the bathroom, tossed me into a stall, and started tossing clothing and accessories over the top of the door. Once I saw everything they handed me, I refused to wear it.
Claire: Guys! Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? There's no way in hell that I'm wearing this...this...SHIT.
Jenny: Oh yes you are.
Claire: Make me.
Amanda crawled under the door and forced me into the outfit. I didn't go down without a fight though.
I walked out of the stall, and stood in front of the full length mirror. I took one look at myself in my stupid outfit and just let my face fall into my hands. This was so embarrassing. I didn't want to walk out of the bathroom. But Jenny took my arm and dragged me out. Of course we had to walk across the lobby to get to the elevators. I got so many dirty looks since it was obvious that I was only 17 and I looked like a trashy whore, not to mention EVERYONE in the world knows who I am, it's a little hard to not be known when you're ENGAGED to fucking Justin Bieber! I hated my outfit. I looked like a stupid little skank.
My heels clicked across the tile floor, and we stood and waited for the elevator. I tried to cover up my outfit with my sweat jacket, but Amanda and Jenny refused to let me. Ugh. I was going to get them for this one day. The doors to the elevator opened and we all stepped in. Before I knew it everything went black. Someone tied something over my eyes. I screamed a little, but then I realized it was Jenny. Being blindfolded made the ride in the elevator seem like it was 5 hours before we stopped. The doors slid open and I was guided out by someone and led forward. My heels clicked across the floor and we finally stopped and I heard a door click open. I was led inside and someone (Caitlin I think) was like "Ready...3...2...1!" On 1 the blindfold was untied and it fell to the ground. I went into shock at the sight before me. My mom had booked a hotel suite and it was insane. It had 2 floors and it was decorated in Black and Pink all over the place. I walked over to the couch and kicked off my shoes and pulled out my phone.
Hayley and Caitlin: Whoa whoa whoa. NO texting Justin!
Claire: But...but...that's no fair! I miss him!
Hayley: Too bad bitch. This is your last night of freedom! No boyfriends! You don't see me and Amanda sitting in a corner wtih our phones out texting Ryan and Christian now do you?
Hayley: Exactly. No texting!
Claire: Ugh. fine.
They had to wrestle my phone out of my hands but I eventually caved in and we got some sodas and started to play your typical Bachelorette Party games. About 5 minutes before we were done playing Truth or Dare, there was a light knock on the door. Pattie opened it and two absolutely GORGEOUS guys who looked about 18 or 19 stood in the doorway...in COSTUME.
Claire: STRIPPERS? WHAT THE FUCK?
I looked at my friends, and they looked as confused as I was.
Claire: I'm going to kill you guys!
Jenny: Why? We didn't do anything!
Claire: What? You mean...you didnt...but then who? HUH?
I sat there confused. Who could have done this. Just then I noticed my mom and Pattie sitting there holding back laughter.
Claire: MOM? PATTIE? YOU DID THIS?
Pattie: You're welcome.
I hung my head in embarassment. My own MOTHER hired STRIPPERS? Wtf! The guys entered the room and one of them walked over to the stereo, popped in a CD and hit play. Loud techno strip music filled the room. My mom clicked the lights off, while Pattie hooked up a Strobe light and Disco Ball. The music continued, with about a 2 minute intro before it turned into a remix of "Smack That" began. The guys started to strip/dance and my friends being the dorks that they are picked me up and forced me to dance with them. It was torcher. They were ALL over me. I know that was the point and all, but I just felt so...wrong letting someone other than Justin touch me like that. This felt worse than when Christian kissed me during 7 minutes in heaven. That seemed like it was years ago, but it had only been months. I still couldn't believe I would be MARRIED tomorrow. Justin and I had only been together for 5 months, but we didn't care. I loved him and he loved me. When the strippers FINALLY left, I started to open all of my gifts. They were all super cheesy, sex toys and shit. Jenny got me a custom made corset top and matching tight, lacy, boyshort underwear that said "Mrs. Justin Bieber" in neon pink, GLOW IN THE DARK glitter on the ass.
Claire: Omfb Jenny. You didnt.
Jenny: But I did.
We all doubled over laughing, and once we calmed down, my mom and Pattie handed me a box wrapped in striped blue and green paper. I opened it and there were 3 things inside: the shoes I wanted to wear tomorrow (which cost $1,000 ), a stack of money, and a tiny jewelry box.
Claire: Mom! What is all of this?
Susan: Well, I bought the shoes, the money is from Pattie, and the surprise in the box is from both of us.
I picked up the box and carefully popped it open, revealing a tiny, metallic silver key. I was confused.
Claire: Uhhh...a key?
Pattie: To your new house.
Claire: Whoa. Back up. My WHAT?
Pattie and Susan: Your house. You're getting married, having a child, and you're really growing up, so we pooled our money together and bought you and Justin a house.
Claire: OMB! You guys are CRAZY! I dont even know what to say. Thank you like 5 million times!
I stood up and gave both of them a huge hug. I couldn't believe it. Since this was my last night of freedom, and I was only 17 about to be MARRIED, my mom stocked up on alcohol since I wouldn't exactly be able to go clubbing, you know. We had everything from the fanciest Champagne down to Tequila. We got absolutely TRASHED, which wasn't the best idea since I had to get up early tomorrow, to get MARRIED. Jenny and Caitlin passed out and I was coming close. I went into my room and tried to get some sleep. I had a huge day tomorrow. I took one last look out the window at the Las Vegas Strip down below. Yeah, I'm getting married in Vegas, it was my only choice. No where else lets you get married at 17.
I woke up in the morning to someone shaking me. "Claire! GET UP!" was all I heard. I woke up and saw everyone standing over me.
Hayley: Come on! You gotta get ready.
Claire: Mehhhh. I don't wanna!
Jenny: Oh, okay. Fine. Go back to sleep. I guess you just wont marry Justin.
Claire: OH FUCK.
I sprung out of bed and quickly jumped into the shower, then headed off for a day at the salon.
A FEW HOURS LATER...
I had gotten my hair and nails done and we were heading to the wedding chapel. My dress should have been delivered there earlier. I was really worried about it not fitting since my stomach hd gotten a bit bigger since the time I bought it. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe today was finally the big day. After tonight, there would no longer be a Claire Predmore, I would officially be Claire Ann Bieber. Aah! We pulled up to the chapel in our limo and checked in then headed back to my dressing room. My friends and I were racing around frantically trying to get dressed and do our make up. I heard people filling the chapel and I knew it was almost time. I was about to get dressed, but it was then that I realized...I was in the middle of an absolute crisis.
Claire: MOM! PATTIE! HELP! NOW!
Susan: What is it Claire?
She came into my dressing room where I was flipping out like mad, and crying my eyes out. Pattie heard me and busted through the door.
Pattie: Claire, sweetie? Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you nervous?
My voice was shaking as I spoke.
Claire: N-no. I...I'm f-fine...it's j-just...m-my dress...
Susan: What about it?
Claire: It...d-doesn't...fit. My stomach grew. W-what am I supposed to do? I dont have time for this! My wedding starts in 1 hour!
Susan: Pattie, get the dress store on the phone, asap.
Pattie: I'm on it.
I was sitting in the chair crying and crying. My mom was trying to comfort me, along with my friends.
Hayley: Claire, everything will be okay.
Caitlin: Yeah, don't worry hun. We're going to fix this.
I couldn't speak. I just cried and I felt like I was going to throw up. Pattie was on the phone frantically trying to find me a new dress, but I don't tihnk she was having any luck. After about 45 minutes, they found me a dress, but the store was 20 minutes away! What was I supposed to do? I had 15 minutes before my ceremony started! I couldn't do anything but sit down, click my heels together and wait. I needed Justin, and I needed him now. I stood up and tore the door open.
Hayley: Where are you going?
Claire: I HAVE to see Justin!
Caitlin: No! You cant! It's bad luck!
Claire: I don't give a flying fuck if it is! I NEEEEEED to see him! I'm going and don't try to stop me or I will fucking MURDER you.
My friends backed up and I ran down the hallway in my slip and stiletto heels to Justin's dressing room and banged on the door.
Justin: Who is it?
Claire: It's me.
Justin: Claire? What are you doing?
Claire: I have to see you! I need you!
Justin: But it's bad luck?
Claire: I don't care! Everything is going wrong! I just need to be with you. Open the door! Please!
He opened the door and I practically jumped into his arms.
Justin: Baby, what's wrong?
I rested my head on his shoulder and just cried while he held me tight.
Justin: Baby, tell me what's wrong. Please.
Claire: My dress doesn't fit because I'm fucking pregnant, I'm freaking out because our wedding starts any minute, and my mom had to drive 20 minutes to the dress store and back, and there's no time for this, I don't know what I'm going to do!
Justin: Aw, baby. Everything will be okay. I promise. Just calm down.
Claire: I'm trying. That's why I came here. I needed to see you. You're the only one who can make me feel better.
Justin: Aw, come here baby.
He took me back into his arms, held me tight, and started quietly singing "One Time" in my ear. I stayed in his arms for a while, and just being with him made everything okay. I felt better, so he kissed my cheek and I started to head back to my dressing room, before I opened the door, he grabbed my waist, spun me around, crashed my lips to his and promised everything would be okay. I felt so relieved when I went back to my room. I opened the door and there was my mom, new dress in hand, THANK GOD. I tried it on and it fit perfectly. My mom had to help me fix my make-up since it got fucked from crying. Next thing I knew, my best friends left in their bridesmaid dresses and got ready to walk down the aisle. Jazzy was the flower girl, so she was in the front, followed by Jenny and Amanda, then Hayley and Caitlin. I stood off to the side with my dad waiting. The double doors swung open and they all began to descend down the aisle, and I linked arms with my dad and took a few steps toward the door, and the music began. I opened the doors again, and all eyes were on me. Everyone watched me step down the aisle, but I was just focused on Justin, standing at the end, waiting. His face was gleaming, and his perfect white teeth showed. He looked so happy, which made me happy. He looked absolutely amazing. I coudln't bring myself to accept that this was real. It all felt like a total dream. My friends looked at me and smiled. I finally reached the end of the aisle, gave my dad a quick kiss on the cheek, and Justin took my hand. My dress was beautiful, and the bridesmaid dresses were perfect. I felt like a princess. The ceremony started, but I was just waiting for the moment that I would say I do. The ceremony was ending and the priest turned to Justin and asked him the traditional "Do you take Claire Ann Predmore to be your wife" things, and he smiled and said I do. The priest turned and asked me the same question, I looked at Justin, then the audience, smiled wide and said I absolutely do. He asked for the rings, and Justin slid mine onto my left ring finger, and I did the same to him. We took eachothers hands and turned to face the crowd. The priest said "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" and Justin pulled me in, placed his hands on my waist, tilted me back a bit and crashed his soft, warm, luscious lips to mine. I pulled myself up, and placed one hand on his neck and kissed him back with passion. I tangled my hands in his hair, and the crowd cheered like a bunch of wild hyenas. We broke away and the priest said "Introducing Mr & Mrs Justin Bieber"! The crowd exploded with cheers and clapping. I smiled as Justin placed his arm around my waist.