Wedding Plans

[Charlie Parker]

There are few several types of groom to be, each comprising their own certain percentages. There were the obsessive grooms who had to do everything themselves, which were about 5 percent of all grooms; there were grooms who did all the work while the bride sat on her cushion and told him what to do, which were about 85 percent of all grooms, and then there were the grooms who just agreed with whatever the bride said and let her do the work, which comprised about nine percent. Charlie was currently one of those grooms who didn't fit into any particular category, and that was the final one percent.

So far, he was completely relaxed and without a bit of stress while Hayley was about panicking at times. He didn't really know what the big deal was. Sure, it was an important day and she wanted it to be perfect, and so did he, but weren't these things supposed to be...well...happy or something like that? As he recalled, the wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of their life, so who was to say that planning the happiest day of their lives couldn't be fun...enjoyable...happy? Well Charlie certainly wasn't going to.

In fact, today was, simply put, a nice relaxing day in which he wasn't going to worry about anything. He wasn't even going to worry about finding and killing the guy who'd put PCP in Hayley's heroin, he wasn't going to worry about that freak stalker getting out of jail, and killing him, and he certainly wasn't going to worry about anything else. He had just come back from walking Jigsaw down to the lake to let the dog go for a swim.

He stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. Jigsaw, who had dried completely on the way back, made his way into the living room and hopped up onto the couch, settling himself down in the corner happily. That was his spot...he would completely ignore, or shun, anyone who took his spot when he wanted it until they moved and let him up there.

Charlie just shook his head and went to find Hayley. He had a feeling she was stressing somewhere about the wedding. It didn't take him that long to find her, considering that the house wasn't very large. When he saw her he walked in that direction and put his arms around her waist from behind, leaned over her shoulder, and kissed her gently on the cheek. What are you up to now Hayley? He asked her with a smile. He didn't doubt that it had something to do with planning the wedding, that seemed to be all they did anymore...which was perfectly fine with him.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley.

Hayley wasn’t one of those brides who went totally psycho. She didn’t go killing everyone she saw, and she didn’t go yelling at everybody in sight. But Hayley was the type of bride to be obsessive, about it being perfect. She wanted nothing more than to have a perfect wedding. Of course Hayley figured it would be perfect anyway, because the groom would be Charlie. Hayley loved that boy. She headed downstairs, in her PJ’s. Hayley didn’t feel like getting all dressed up, because she knew exactly what she was doing.

Lie. Anyone that knew Hayley, knew she wouldn’t go anywhere if she was looking messy. Even though she wasn’t going anywhere, Hayley didn’t want Charlie to see her looking like crap. Though Hayley was sure he had before. She walked to the closet put on a soft pink tank top. She also put on black and white stripped leggings, and the same black shorts she was wearing when Sonny went crazy. Hayley didn’t know why she was wearing those, however. Even though I had lied about Hayley looking like a mess, she did however know what she was doing. Hayley, was planning her wedding.

Hayley headed down to the kitchen, and smiled when she saw Chuck wondering about. Hayley picked him put and set him on the couch, smiling. He continued playing with the plastic horse that was given him, and his star wars action figures. Hayley patted his head, and looked around for the TV remote. She found it, and turned ‘MTV’ on for Chuck. Although most three year olds (soon to be four, mind you) liked Disney Channel, Hayley didn’t want him getting brain washed.

Hayley left him to watch re-runs of music videos, before Paramore’s TWYG video came on. Chuck looked at Hayley confused. “Mamma?” He asked. Hayley nodded grinning. She headed into the kitchen and grabbed a note book, a pen, and some wedding planner’s cards. Hayley couldn’t do this on her own. She smiled as she heard Charlie. Hayley kissed him on the cheek as well, patting her chair. “Sit. We’re planning.”

[Charlie Parker]

Charlie smiled at her reply, anyone could have predicted that one. He supposed that if they were ever going to actually get married they had to have some sort of plan for it, so he had no problem with wedding planing. He knew a lot of guys would just get bored with the sort of things that went into planning a wedding, but not him. Oh no, not with Hayley there. He was sort of obsessed with her...in a good way, not a creepy stalker way. She had enough of those already, and didn't need her future husband being one as well. Any time he spent with her was time he wouldn't trade for the world...even if it meant he had to look at 300 different types of hibiscus flowers, or 7,000 different types of napkins, or 50 different silverware sets. Just as long as he was with Hayley, he was happy.

He did precisely as commanded and settled himself into the chair, and waited for her to tell him what to do. He was perfectly capable of figuring out what needed to be done and just doing it, but he knew how much all of this meant to Hayley, and didn't doubt for a single moment that she wanted to have a say in what he did. So, he would just have her tell him. Plus, they were sort of in the stages where it was mostly just figuring things out, not actually doing anything. The flowers had to be chosen, the location had to be reserved, the date had to be picked, the colors had to be decided on, the bridesmaids and groomsmen had to be selected, the list goes on and on and one. It seemed like it would never end at this point, but he knew that the more they worked at it, the more quickly they would get it done.

What are we looking at today? He asked her. They'd already done some looking at a few things, though no decisions had been made yet...well, maybe one. Hayley had said she wanted to get married in the concert hall, and if that was what she wanted, then he was completely fine with it. In Charlie's opinion, the place, the date, the time, the colors, the flowers, the groomsmen and bridesmaids didn't really matter that much to him. Sure he wanted to have his closest friends standing up there with him when he took the vow to love Hayley for the rest of his life, but there was one thing that was far more important than any of that. That one thing was the beautiful girl who would be walking down the aisle to him. That one thing was Hayley.

A few years ago, Charlie and Hayley would never have been here. A few years ago he would've been leading her to a cop car and sending her off to jail. A few years ago, he never would have even given her a second thought. A few years ago, he wouldn't have loved her. Now though, he was going to watch her walk down the aisle to him, he was going to think about her nearly every minute of every day, and he was going to love her more than anything in the world, even life itself. Funny how in only a matter of a year or two his life was completely turned around and flipped upside down.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley giggled slightly at him and looked at the ground. “Test me, before you take me down. Just flippin test me.” Hayley was trying her best to say sober, eight days into it the withdraws were usually pretty bad. Hayley would wake up screaming, and shaking. It hurt, but so did letting Charlie see Hayley high. She looked over at Chuck and studied him. He was slightly dancing to the TWYG video. Hayley scratched her head. She was surely high when that was filmed, and it was like three years ago. Why where they even showing it? They should have known by now, that ‘That’s what you get when you let your heart win’. Hayley had gotten Charlie, and she was damn proud of it.

Hayley watched Charlie sit in the chair. She still wasn’t used to this house, and although she had money, lots of it, Hayley lived in a crap trailer before. The neighborhood was all to ghetto, and two weeks ago Hayley had learned her cousin Sonny was living near there, and it was no place to raise a child. She loved Chuck so much, and didn’t want him gone. If anything ever happened to Charlie or Chuck, someone would die. A very painful –Cut off your thingy and shove it down your throat- type of death. And if it was a girl, Hayley would rip out her pretty little extensions.

“We need to look at themes for the wedding, and if you would like find a planner? Unless you, baby, somehow can be our wedding planner.” Hayley nudged him slightly, joking around . “For the theme, I was thinking punk ish? Not like gothic, or traditional. But punkish? It’s up to you really.” Hayley asked leaning over to give Charlie a kiss on the cheek. She smiled at the million magazines that were laying beside them filled with flowers, and dresses. Hayley couldn’t believe this was happening, was it all real?

Hayley tended to joke around about the night she’d been arrested by him. It was awkward, that they were indeed getting married. But Hayley loved him, and wasn’t about ready to let him go

[Charlie Parker]

Charlie smiled at Hayley when she started repeating what she'd said back then when he'd been arresting her. Wouldn't that be a fun thing to bring up in some sort of speech...he'd have to make sure to tell his best man to leave that part out of the speech. Yeah he had arrested her, but that didn't need to be brought up at the wedding. That day was going to be about how much they loved each other, not about him arresting her for being high. Hayley was getting clean, and yeah, she did keep him up at night, but he would much rather have her here where she was safe and get no sleep because of her pain than have her out at her trailer where she wasn't safe and not gen any sleep because he was up worrying about her. Besides, he was still a bit of a night owl, and rarely got much more than four hours of sleep.

He laughed a bit when she asked him to find a planner, unless he could be the planner. There was no way he could be a wedding planner. He was the sort of guy who could be somewhat organized, but planning ahead...oh no, not his forte. Being a wedding planner was not something he would be good at. He was too easy to persuade. Just suggest something, and he'll go along with it...unless it was completely preposterous in which case he wouldn't do it. He was more the sort who wanted to do work, the sort of work that involved physical labor, not a desk job. Oh no, a desk job would kill him, he couldn't handle it. I'll look for one. He said after a moment. He didn't know how many wedding planners were in Pinewood, but he was sure that he could find one somewhere.

Can't say I know what a punkish wedding would be like, he said honestly, since he'd never been to any weddings that weren't the traditional sort, but I'm fine with whatever makes you happy. The details of the wedding weren't all that important to him, the only thing that really mattered, in his opinion, was that he and Hayley loved each other and were getting married. Heck she could ride in on an elephant and then they could get married while strapped to the wings of an airplane and he wouldn't care. Just as long as at the end of the day they were husband and wife, he would be satisfied.

It was sort of strange that they were getting married. To think that he had once not cared about her at all and thrown her in jail, and now he loved her and was marrying her was just a strange thought. He hadn't ever really thought about it before now, but the whole thing about them being together was just odd. When he'd arrested her and she'd tried to get out of it by asking him to come sleep with her, he'd been completely reviled by the idea, now...not so much. It was actually a possibility...which was in itself sort of awkward to think about.

New subject. He shifted his mind from that thought to the task at hand and Hayley. He took her hand in his, leaned over, and kissed her gently. I love you Hayley, He said with a smile, you know that right? He knew that she knew he loved her, but he still liked to remind her every so often. It was just the first thought that popped into his head when he was around her, that and the fact that she was so beautiful in his eyes.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley laughed slightly. She shook her head in disapproval of what she had done that night, and figured she’d apologize to Charlie. She hadn’t done so yet, so wouldn’t this be a great a great time? Hayley placed her hand on his lap. “Charlie Parker, I have been thinking about that day when you took me in? I’m sorry I acted so stupid. You probably hated me that night.” Hayley said breathing in air, happy she got that out of her chest. Hayley nodded her head, just for the hell of it. What was she supposed to say to him? Hayley wouldn’t probably brake down if she said anything more, therefore she kept quiet. For the first time, the tears what were welling in her eyes weren’t tears of sadness, yet happiness. She finally let a tear down or so, and smiled at Charlie. “You make me happy, Charlie. Quit frankly, so emotional.” Hayley took her hand of his lap, and nudged him to show she was joking around.

Hayley giggled (she had been giddy and giggly since she was asked to marry Charlie) as Chuck decided to play with Charlie’s dog. What was it? Jigsaw? Hayley looked at Charlie. “Seems as though Chuck has found a new best friend” She looked around, and grinned. She tried to picture Charlie planning the wedding, and just couldn’t see it. Hayley was one of those girls, who set her outfit out everyday, bough her dress three months before the dance, and made sure dinner was planned three days before that date. She wasn’t a freak about it, although it was highly important to her. “Thanks, babe. Try not to find any cheap basterds? Money doesn’t matter, I just want this to be great.” The slight sprinkle shower dried from Hayley’s eyes. “But it would be anyway, because look who the groom is.”

“I went to one of the coolest weddings, ever once. Instead of plain white dresses, it was like black with pink lace? Hard to explain, but very hot. There where pink and black roses everywhere, and they had like Green Day and All American rejects playing at the reception. That’s what punk would be like.” Hayley winked at him. She would change her mind of he didn’t like it. “I’m fine with whatever your fine with.” She said, kissing his cheek.

“And I love you Charlie so much. It’s probably unhealthy, loving someone this much. Chuck loves you as a father, too. You’ll make a great one.” Hayley blushed slightly looking down at the ground. She laughed when she heard Charlie’s last comment. “Of course I now silly, we’re getting married remember?”

[Charlie Parker]

Charlie looked over at Hayley at her apology, a bit of a crooked smile appearing on his face, No need to apologize Hayley, He said, quite clearly in love with her, That was a long time ago, we were both young and stupid. It's all changed now. Yes, he had said that they both were. Back when he was 19, he was still into the whole teen aged guy thing where they're so full of themselves and quite honestly think that they're invincible. He wasn't so much into the invincible thing at that point though, considering that by then he'd already been shot and all that good stuff. Still though, he had been one of those kids who wasn't exactly the...nicest person in the whole world.

He laughed a bit at her comment about the wedding being great because of the groom, It's not the groom that makes the wedding Hayley. He said with a smile, As soon as the bride shows up, nobody gives a care about who the groom is. Besides, this bride is particularly good looking if I do say so myself. He knew some people thought the whole red hair thing and all that stuff was a bit odd, but he wasn't included in some people . In his opinion, she was the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth, and if there were people in space, she was prettier than all of them too.

Black for a wedding color? He said a bit skeptically. He didn't mind if it wasn't all white or any of that stuff, but black? That was a bit...odd, in his opinion anyway. Sounds...interesting. He'd been to enough funerals and weddings to sort of put the colors into categories sort of. But once again, if that was what she wanted, that was what she'd get. The details weren't as important as the bride who would be walking down the aisle. If it were anyone but Hayley who met him at the end, he was pretty sure he'd shoot himself, and if there wasn't a gun nearby, he'd walk out, and find one, then shoot himself.

At Hayley's comment about making a great dad, he sighed slightly. He was patient yes, but he'd never really had to deal with kids. He could only hope the patience could stand up to the "wrath" of a three year old kid. I'll do my best to be. He said, knowing that it wouldn't always be easy. If he was going to be Chuck's only father figure, he was going to have to be the one to lay down the law, and tell him no as he got older. He would have to be the one to discipline him, he would have to be the one to not allow him to go to that beer party on friday night, he was going to have to be the one to be a real dad to him. It was sort of a nerve wracking thought four a 21 year old guy who'd never been presented with that sort of thing until now.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley’s face looked quit confused, as she saw the smile appear on Charlie’s face. ”Yes, I have to apologize, dear. It was wrong of me.” She planted her lips on his, and gently pulled away from him as he began speaking again. She wasn’t wanting things to feel, well, awkward? Honestly, it felt normal. Hayley wasn’t going to his wife. She had no reason to feel that way did she? ”Do you know I still think about it? It feels good to get that off my chest. Now, maybe my boobs will get bigger.” Hayley said, smiling jokingly. She didn’t have the biggest breasts, and if she’d thought Charlie would approve, Hayley would have asked him if she could get implants. She didn’t have the guts, too.

”It was supposed to be dramatic, and romantic Damnit Charlie! Your ruined it.” She was obviously playing around with him, Hayley didn’t dare speak to him like that, if she was serious. Her heart wouldn’t let her. “I doubt that, babe. I know when I went to the weddings I paid damn good attention to the grooms. Most of them are fine, sexy looking men. Your no exception Charlie. And if I must say so myself, your better looking. So there, top that off curly. “ Hayley smiled at him, and chuckled once more. ”Your even sexier than Johnny deb. And that’s pretty damn sexy.” Apparently, she had used a curse word in almost every one of her sentences. Hayley shrugged.

Hayley plugged her fingers in her ears, when she saw her music video for Misery Business come on. Chuck, being the child prodigy he was, figured how to turn the TV on to full and did so. “DUMBASS.” He has said when she saw his mommy take the Gel packs out of the girl’s dress. Hayley, clearly hearing him saw the curse would looked back at Charlie. “he’s nothing like me.”

[Charlie Parker]

Charlie just shook his head at Hayley's comment about her boobs getting bigger. As he recalled, they'd had this conversation the night they'd started dating. It was shortly after they'd finally gotten around to admitting that they'd each fallen for the other. Hayley had just out of the blue stated, "I don't have big boobs." and his response had simply been "so what?" To which she had responded with "guys like big boobs." Charlie, being the guy that he was, had asked, jokingly of course, "what does that make me then? It makes no difference in my mind." He was different from most men, and everyone knew it. Hayley had figured that one out when he'd arrested her. She'd tried to get out of jail by asking him to sleep with her, and it obviously hadn't worked. As he recalled, her exact words had been "Damn boy, you sure are different." He was glad he was different though...otherwise, things probably wouldn't have turned out this way, and he and Hayley wouldn't be sitting here making wedding plans.

He just laughed at her next comment. He knew she wasn't serious, and that was good. He was determined to make her have fun doing all of this and not stress about it like she had been recently, and so far it seemed to be working. He didn't know why it had to be so stressful, and he hated to see Hayley all out of sorts like she was when she was stressed, so he was going to try to make sure it didn't happen again. Besides, he couldn't help but be happy when he was around her. She was his beautiful soon to be wife, and he loved her more than what any words could express.

Curly? He said in mock skepticism. That had been the name everyone in high school had called him if they didn't know his name. He was that cute curly haired guy with the personality to go along with it, and for that reason...he'd sort of been a chick magnet since all of them were evidently suckers for curly hair. As his closest friends could testify, it had about driven him mad. Most guys probably would have liked it, but if you were walking through the halls and had about 50 girls trying to catch your eye and shouting "Hey you! curly! over here" every single day of school, you'd probably get annoyed too. The worst part was, it was always the freshman girls...the annoying ones who thought they were the best looking person on the world, and could get any guy to sleep with them except him and that drove them crazy so they in turn drove him crazy. He'd tried everything to get rid of them, avoiding them at all costs, attempting to make them think he was a jerk, freak, or nerd, cutting the curls mostly off. None of it worked.

What am I? One of the three stooges? He asked, pushing his chair over beside Hayley's and wrapping his arms around her thin body. Maybe you watched the grooms, but when the bride walks in, everybody turns to watch her, so I still maintain that the bride is the one that makes the wedding. Hayley was his girl, and he wasn't going to change his mind on this one. She would be the one everyone was watching, he was just the groom, nothing that special. Besides, it was probably more rare to see Hayley in a fancy dress than Charlie in a suit.

He heard Chuck yelling at the TV screen and watched Hayley's expression. Oh I can see that. He said about him not being anything like her. Not a hint of his mom in him. Chuck was pretty much a mini male version of Hayley, which was rather interesting. People were always quite shocked when they heard him say things like that, and he did it a lot. He needs a new adjective. He added. That was the only one Chuck ever used anymore pretty much. Charlie didn't mind that he was cussing, he was way to used to it...sort of numb to it actually, but still, that was pretty much the only thing he ever called anyone, and to the "public" that was atrocious.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley frowned slightly, her smile becoming more of a worried look. Worried that she might possibly have said something wrong. That was one of Hayley’s biggest flaws. She always worried about everything. She’d make up the absolute unreal situations, and worry constantly about those. But her biggest fear had to be loosing Charlie. And that was something to worry about. When you loved someone, no matter how much you two are in love, there’s always that possibility that you could loose them. Not necessarily from wrecking your marriage, but maybe Hayley were to die of an overdose? What if Charlie never came home from the stables one day? Once you are in love, your heart seems to split in half. The woman’s and the mans, and it seemed as though you’re heart isn’t whole until you two are near one another again, and that’s when it’s whole. Hayley smiled as she woke up slightly from her deep thinking. “What?” She asked him, incase he had said anything when her mind wasn’t on earth.

Hayley laughed with him. She had to, it seemed. “Stupid boobs why won’t go grow! Now I cant breast feed my next baby. Loser boobs.” Hayley mumbled. She wasn’t going to (or wouldn’t) breast feed anyway, because it just was, awkward? Hayley had gave chuck the bottle before he could even giggle, and therefore Hayley’s next kid wouldn’t be able to get enjoyment out of it anyway. Hayley tried thinking of some explanation as to why they were so small in the first place. “You know why there so much? Because I haven’t had sex in so long. Trust me boy, it’s going to happen soon. Whether it’s before or on the day of our wedding, I’ll make sure of it. I’m a trained professional. “ She wasn’t really kidding, but said it in a joking manner.

“Yes, curly.” Hayley stuck her tiny tongue at him. Hayley didn’t really have a nick name in Highschool come to think of it. She had names she was called in Highschool, but never nicknames. Hayley had always been thought of as, tramp. In fact, her friends called her Trampy even if they were kidding. Hayley scratched her head, but decided to move on subjects. She didn’t want to go in depth thinking about Highschool, I mean hell school.

“If your one of the three stooges, you’re the must sexy. I win, hands down now.” Hayley realized she wasn’t doing much planning and shook her head. She was having far too much fun, as it was. Hayley grabbed his neck and tried to French kiss him again. “But- The grooms are the one’s who asked the bride to marry him, therefore without the groom there wouldn’t be a wedding.”

Hayley started laughing nearly too hard at Charlie’s next comment. “We don’t even look alike. He doesn’t even have an accent. Oh, and don’t blame me if you pick up one. It ain’t my fault home skillet.” Hayley said giving him some fun attitude, shaking her head. “Dude, not even a tint.” She agreed. “Chuck, say “P enis.”

[Charlie Parker]

Even though Hayley knew that Charlie didn't just want her for the sex like all those other guys had before her, she was still quite determined to get him into her bed. She'd asked him multiple times when she was high if he'd ever been laid, and then gone on to ask him if he wanted to have sex with her. Every time, his answer was silence which translated into no. He wasn't going to take advantage of her when she was high and not in her right mind. Even at the Spring dance, she'd attempted to pretty much rip his shirt off of him in the hall when she was high and he was trying to help her. He was fairly certain that this was the first time she'd brought it up when she wasn't high, to him, that made a world of difference. I never said it wasn't going to happen. He said, that crooked smile showing up on his face. He wasn't really sure what her reaction to his reply would be. This was the first time he hadn't answered with a silent no or a "someday."

He laughed when she said that he was the most sexy of the three stooges, but was cut off when she grabbed his neck and French kissed him. As of late, he hadn't been resisting those like he had before, and only gave into them. Hayley pretty much had complete control over him when it came to this. Most other things, he could decide for himself if he was or wasn't going to do it when he was around her, but when she kissed him, it was like he was completely helpless to do anything. He put his arms around her, and kissed her back, completely lost to her. But what would we do if there were only grooms in the world? He asked as they pulled gently apart, The groom's gotta have someone to ask, or he wouldn't be a groom.

He looked over towards Chuck as she said he didn't loot at all like her. He could see a few vague resemblances between them. Maybe not, Charlie said with a smile, But I can tell you now he's not getting that from me. Of course, he was referring to the cussing. Charlie didn't mind other people doing it at all, he just never saw any reason for himself to do it. Yeah he'd cussed a lot, just like every other teen guy, back in high school, but as a cop he had to be respectful of the people or he'd get fired, so he completely lost the habit of doing it, and now he just never did.