"What is it babe?" He asked as he set down his phone, ending his conversation with a drunk Chase for the time being.
Sitting the edge of the bed next to where he was, I tried to figure out how exactly I was going to phrase this. "We're getting married."
He smirked. "And if you picked a date it'd be official."
"Ha. Ha." I said sarcastically. "It's about that actually."
"You picked a date?" Dim said, not covering up the shock in his voice or facial expressions very well.
"Well not exactly." I buried my head in his chest. "I don't want it to be soon."
"Why is this?" Dimitri asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and slight fear. "And don't even say it's because you and Steve eloped." he added as a quick afterthought.
It's funny how he still isn't over that. I lifted my head off his chest, grinning. "Damn you took my answer."
"Come on Jells." Dimitri raised his eyebrow and gave me 'the cut the crap' look.
"Fine." I gave in as I laid my head sideways on his chest. "I....I wanna wait until Kitty's better."
I could feel that he was about to say something so I quickly sat myself up and sat cross-legged on him. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm crazy and that it's not going to be all better soon." I was speaking fast, hands flying everywhere as if they were supposed to help me get my point across. "I know that it's not going to be perfect any time soon, and I don't want to wait that long either! But I need to know she's making progress and I don't want to put on this whole charade like everyone is fine and she's one of my best friends and I love her but I love you too so don't think that I don't want to marry you it's just I'm really scared for her and I just want her to be healthy." I took several deep breaths, trying to make up for my lack of breathing in my rambling speech.
Dim just laughed and grabbed my hands. "I was actually going to say that I thought it was a great idea."
Mentally slapping myself for not letting him speak, I let out an exhausted sigh and fell back into his chest.
-------------------------------the next day-----------------------------
I tapped my fingernails on Kitty’s door as I entered with a reassuring smile from Dim, who was waiting in the hall. “Kittay Kattay?”
She looked up from her bed, “Jell-O!” Running over to hug me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she felt even smaller than before. She took my hand and we sat next to each other on the not-so-comfy bed.
“How’re you doing Kit?” I managed to fake a smile. “Don’t bring it up too soon Jells, lead into it.” Dim had advised me.
“As well as can be expected. But enough about me! What’s up with this wedding Jells, it’s getting ridiculous!” I could tell by her eyes she was struggling to stay strong. I didn’t push it though.
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” I said it slowly as I picked at the thin sheet on the bed. “I was kinda thinking that maybe I should put it off for a while.”
“Lesbian feelings for Bre?” Kit asked winking.
‘Well that isn’t the only reason.” I said laughing. “But no, I……I want to wait until you are doing better.”
Her mood immediately changed. “No you don’t.”
“Yes Kit, yes I do. You are my best friend an-“
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Well I’m not getting better overnight.” She cut me off icily. I tried to brush it off.
“I know that Kit! I’m fully aware! I just want to see a little progress, that’s all.”
“Well I think that’s a ridiculous idea."
I patted her hands, and internally sighed. “Kit, this is what I’ve decided and I just wanted to let you know.” I began to get up, I didn’t want to start a fight.
“Well sorry I’m not healing fast enough for you, little miss Bridezilla. You don't have to fake like you would rather see me get better than get married.”
Something inside me snapped. I was sick of this bullshit. I was so sick of her comments. I was so sick of her pushing me away. I whipped around my hair, almost hitting her in the face. “How the hell do you think this behavior makes Two-Bit feel? Huh? Here we are, all trying our hardest to do everything we can for you, and he has to watch his wife struggle while she’s pushing away all the people who care for her. Him included. Is nothing ever enough for you?” At this point I was close enough to her to see the faint freckles dotted across her “perfect” skin.
I’m not sure who started it, but next thing I knew, it was a fight to the death. Managing to get her hands out of my hair, I swung Kitty off of me into the door, slamming it shut. She immediately reacted by pushing me into the dresser, and I knew the knobs would bruise my back. I must have thrown her hard, because I could hear Dim struggling to open the door. I had no time to worry about that as Kitty punched me directly in the eye. Temporarily blinded, I launched myself at Kitty, knocking her to the ground. As she kicked at me, I managed to get her square in the nose and blood immediately began to flow. You think you’ve seen Kitty mad before. Trust me, you haven’t. It was if I angered a sleeping banshee. Now we were on the ground, both of us struggling to be dominate in this fight. By the time Dim flung the door open, I could taste the blood in my mouth from a cut lip and I was aching everywhere. Kitty didn’t look too much better, if not worse with her tiny body. Dimitri grabbed me around the torso, pulling me off of Kitty who was on the ground struggling to regain her breath.
I knew he was conflicted as whose side to take. Take your fiancées side and face the wrath of Kitty or take one of your best friend’s side and potentially end up single. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!” He yelled at the both of us as if we were two little kids who got a hold of our father’s liquor stash. Kitty struggled to stand up. She staggered over to her bed, but managed to say “Good luck with having a crazy bitch as a wife Dim.” before falling over onto it in exhaustion. I could feel the anger rise again, but I couldn’t do anything before I was pulled out of the room by Dimitri’s strong arms.
