Back To The Future Part 1

Hello magical creatures :)

I promised my friends I'd write a post about this other dream that I had a while back, so here goes my first attempt at it.

Again, I apologize in advance if I offend any of you or if my dream's interpretation of your future is totally inaccurate, but then again, it's just a dream, so please just chill and go with the flow.

P.S.: I'm also sorry if I gross you out at any point. Deal with it.

P.P.S.: I will admit this first chapter is really slow and tedious and annoying but I gotta start somewhere to get to the good stuff.

P.P.P.S.: Kay. I'm done now. Enjoy.

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Matthew Fonts. 29. History teacher.

Hazel Fonts. 27. Sculptor.

-James Alfredo Fonts. 6.

Michael Gibb. 28. Music producer.

Alexandra Gibb. 25. Art teacher.

-Benjamin Isaac Gibb. 4.

Caellum Kerr. 27. English teacher.

Tabby Newell-Kerr. 26. Baker.

-Jenna Emily Kerr. 2.

Claire Doire. 26. CEO of indie record label.

Jean Fabre. 28. Dance instructor.

Zoe Daniels. 27. Poet/Songwriter/Activist.

Jack Daniels. 27. Anthropologist.

Maeve McCormick. 28. Actress.

Christopher McCormick. 29. Author.

Emma Butler. 27. Businesswoman.

Brandon/Sebastian/Damien/Aiden. Douchebags.

Brandt Matthews. 27. TV producer.

Rebecca Landry. 27. Model.

Max Bogan. 27. Artist.

Tom O'Rourke. 28. Music teacher.

Delilah Jans. 26. Chemist.

Tiernan O'Rourke. 28. Broadway actor.

Danielle Kyles. 27. Broadway musician.

Maya Wilson. 24. Author/Poet.

Marcell Fiore. 27. Pediatrician.

..........

"Claire?"

"Maya? Hey! How're you do--?"

"I'm pregnant."

There was a long pause on the other line.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," I repeated. 

"...are you sure?" my practically-older-sister spoke hesitantly into the phone.

"Of course I'm sure! How can a positive pregnancy test not be sure enough?!" I snapped, trying my hardest not to burst into tears.

Fuck these hormones.

"Okay... Well, does Marcell know yet?"

Thank God Claire knew how to keep her cool.

"Um... yeah, I told him this morning..." I twirled the phone cord around my fingers.

"And...?"

"He's ecstatic."

"Maya, love, then I don't see what you're worrying about," she let out an airy laugh. 

"But the wedding, Claire, I have to change the date!" I grew angry with myself as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

"Okay, okay," I could tell she sensed the cracking in my voice, "Breathe, kiddo, we'll figure this out,"

I sighed, leaning back against my kitchen counter in attempts to talk myself down from my current mental state.

"How far along are you?" Claire asked.

"Um... I dunno, like a few weeks maybe...?" I guessed.

"So are you planning to have the wedding before you start showing?" 

"Hell yeah! No way am I walking down that aisle with a giant baby bump!" I defended, even though I probably didn't have anything to defend myself from.

Calm down, you moron. It's just Claire.

"So... hmm," I could tell she was thinking and most likely blowing the hair out of her face.

"What do you say we change it to April?"

A spring wedding. Hmm.

"April works," I agreed, hoping to God that Mars wouldn't mind.

"All right, talk to you soon, hun. Don't sweat it, okay?" she said reassuringly.

"Okay," I mumbled back before hanging up.

Out of wonderment and plain curiosity, I placed a hesitant hand on my stomach, trying to imagine the small creature that would soon be growing inside me.

Jesus Christ, how did this happen?

..........

It was February now and I had asked Claire to fly over to San Fransisco up until the wedding.

Hey, I'm a pregnant, hormonal bride-to-be. I'm allowed to request these things.

It would be fine since she was taking a break from the label and Jean could take care of himself for a while.

I remember fussing about the house with poor Marcell on the phone and Claire at my heels making wedding plans.

"Mars, mi vida, can I call you later? I'm kind of about to nom..." I said, clutching the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I stood on my tippy toes to reach the blender off the shelf.

Claire was making us smoothies :)

"Whatever you say, Wiz," my fiancé chuckled, using the nickname he'd given me way back in college before he went off to Med school.

Of course I'd be the one to end up with a pediatrician for a husband. Especially considering my hate for all things medical. Classic.

We exchanged fleeting "I love you"s before I took to raiding my fridge for pickles, extra sharp cheddar and strawberries.

"Maya, are you seriously going to--?"

"Don't test me," I threw Claire a look, knife in hand, ready to slice up the cheese (or possibly pose a dangerous threat, but you know, priorities).

I was only half joking anyway.

She threw her hands up in playful surrender, walking over to the counter next to me, sticking out her tongue and saying, "You're a nutter, you are,"

I rolled my eyes, biting into a strawberry as I scrolled through dresses on my phone.

"Oh, that one looks cute," Claire pointed out sarcastically, a hint of a smirk grazing her lips.

"Yeah, if I was a medieval prostitute with tacky style," I said, bumping her side in response.

"Hey!" she protested, although I knew she wasn't really upset.

I found that wedding planning ran much more smoothly when eating, so three smoothies, two ice cream sundaes, five mozzarella sticks and several strawberries later, Claire and I had managed to finish the guest list, reserve a venue, narrow down the dress options, and make sure Marcell approved of everything before we made any final decisions.

"Well, that was exhausting," I placed both hands on my food baby, suddenly struck with the horrid idea that the real one would be suffocated by all the junk I just ate.

Maya, honey, that's not how science works. Relax.

"You literally just sat and stuffed your face while I wrote everything down!" Claire laughed, giving me a pathetic look.

"Exactly," I sighed over dramatically, throwing her a wink to say I was kidding.

..........

Fast forward to the end of March, the wedding was one week away, and by now everyone (excluding Emma, Max, Brandt, Rebecca, Tiernan, and Danielle, who would meet us on the day of the wedding) had gathered in San Fransisco, staying in separate hotels scattered about the city.

It was Saturday morning and the girls had agreed to accompany me to my final dress fitting, along with my mother. 

"Maya, mi amor, apúrate! We're gonna be late," Mami grabbed a hold of my hand, dragging me out my doorway as I slipped a boot over my foot.

"Ya voy, Mami, relájate," I sighed, rolling my eyes at my mother while I reached for the keys to my car.

Zoe, Claire, Maeve, Alex, Hazel, Tabby, and Delilah would all meet Mami and I at the dress shop in order to give me their opinion--not like I was changing anything by now, but it's the thought that counts :)

Meanwhile, Mars had decided to take the guys out for a drink and probably go do guy things for a while (whatever that means).

Mami and I rolled into the parking lot and she almost had to restrain me from jumping out of the car and running into the store to see friends I hadn't seen in over five years.

Claire was waiting at the door. I gave her a quick hug before rushing inside to meet the rest.

I just about screamed when I saw Alex and Delilah huddled around a wedding catalogue, searching for ideas for Del's upcoming wedding.

"Honeybunches!"

Of course Zoe was the first to squeal, drop everything and run to me, enveloping me in a suffocating hug. 

At this, the rest of the girls turned around, eyes lighting up to greet me and my mother.

"Relax, guys, it's not like she came back from the grave or anything," Claire rolled her eyes, offering me a smile.

"How's the new piece going, Haze?" I asked Fonts's beloved Mrs. Fonts.

"Eh, you know... it's going," she replied, tossing her hair up into a bun so as to get it out of her eyes.

"She's still missing an actual face but you know, I decided to give her boobs first because priorities," she laughed, referring to her latest sculpture.

I hooted and gave her a high five. 

Hurray for people who share the same appreciation of boobs as I do!

Yes, Fonts, your wife is bi. Deal with it.

"Hurry up and get in the dress; you're killing me!" Claire urged, shoving me into the next room where the attendant would help suit me into my soon-to-be bridal gown.

Here goes nothing.

.....

The attendant, Nessa, put the finishing touches on my dress by lacing up the back, mimicking a corset effect on my poofy, yet simple, white dress.

For some reason I could feel my heart racing as I stepped into the other room.

"Oh, darling," Maeve let out a low whistle.

"Flawless," Claire awed.

"Stunning," Delilah gave me two thumbs up.

"Absolutely beautiful," Tabby smiled.

"Baby, you're glowing!" Zoe gushed.

"Mars knows what's up," Alex smirked, looking me up and down.

"Could use some work, rugrat," Hazel winked at me teasingly.

I forgot none of them had seen the dress yet, so I was more than relieved to know they were pleased.

Laughing, I rolled my eyes at their expected responses before turning to my mother.

She had tears in her eyes, a hand on one hip, and a smile on her face.

"Preciosa, mi niña. You really are something," 

I could feel the redness rush to my face, so I giggled in attempts to brush it off.

"Thank you guys," was all I could really say.

"Well," Maeve gave me a pointed look, "Give it a whirl," her eyes twinkled in encouragement.

Tucking the hair behind my ears, I bit my lip, grabbing the folds of my dress before spinning around, watching its willowy fabric swirl around like clouds, praying my clumsiness didn't make me fall.

The girls whistled and hooted, adding bits of applause here and there for dramatic effect.

I couldn't help but laugh at them all, watching as they taught me how to "strut" and run the "catwalk".

Then was that my mom's phone went off.

"Hello?" Mami answered, "Marcell?"

I gave her a questioning look.

Before long, her worried expression turned into one of pure amusement.

Covering the mouthpiece with one hand, she turned to address me.

"He wants to know how the dress looks," she said.

I rolled my eyes at my impatient fiancé's antics.

"That's for you to decide later, punk," Claire took the phone from my mother.

"Now, get back to your dude stuff and forget about Maya for a while, kay?" she instructed before hanging up.

Way to be straightforward, Claire.

"So I'm guessing that's a yes from you all...?" I flashed a hopeful smile at my very best friends.

"100 percent," Maeve grinned, pulling me into a massive bear hug.

"Well, we still gotta find a way to make you less hideous but--"

"Oh, give it a rest, Haze," Claire cut the one and only Mrs. Fonts off with a shove on the arm.

"She's knows I'm messing with her," Hazel defended, brushing Claire off and sticking her tongue out at me.

This time, Tabby's phone was the one to go off.

"It's Little Kerr," she informed us, referring to C's little sister Emma.

It's been over ten years and we still call her that.

"How's my little Jenna doing?" Tabby spoke into the phone.

Caellum and Tabby had left baby Jenna with Emma up until the wedding, seeing as she was going to be my flower girl.

We let Tabby wander off into the hall to speak to her two-year-old daughter while Claire and Delilah took to raiding the racks.

They were also brides-to-be and figured they might have a little fun seeing as we were already inside a bridal shop.

Having had enough of the center of attention, I took my dress off and thanked Nessa before spending the next four hours watching my friends try on gowns they would never buy.

Hell, even Mami who's been happily married for 29 years, tried on a super expensive, never-in-hell-could-I-ever-afford-this dress.

And we all had fun.

And it was great.

..........

And there you have part one. 

Excuse the cliches and boringness of it all, but I had to find some way to rush the story along.

To my idiots, I promise there will be more of you in the next chapter.

And to those of you who don't make it 'till the actual wedding day, quite sorry but you might have to wait a while before you appear... Please don't hate me.

Again, I'm sorry this took so long to write, but procrastination is a bitch and that's all I can really say about that.

Hasta la próxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya