chapter fourty-seven ;

After my little moment with Jonny, he got a ride with my dad to go to the game tonight. I wasn't really in the mood to go. My parents would be there. They'd probably kill me if I was within a two foot radius of them.

"I have some news for you. It's good news too." Taylor says.

"What's that?"

"My dad had a billion flyer miles he needed to get rid of, so I'm going to New York to go to Kleinfeld. I still don't have a dress."

"You don't?"

"Nope. Plus. I'm gunna need a maternity one." She groans, pushing her coffee away from her. "You are coming with me."

"I am not. I've already pissed my parents off enough. Buying a wedding dress would throw them over the edge."

"Too bad. I already booked an appointment for you."

"TAYLOR!"

"Fine. We better not be missing the Olympics."

"No. We're going next week for two days. No big."

She just smiled and pulled me by the arm. She was taking me to the Hawks game whether I liked it or not. I really needed someone like her around. She always pushed me into things I didn't want to do, but I ALWAYS felt better after doing them. I'd probably be sitting in front of the TV crying, while eating ice cream as I watched the game. We made a quick stop at tim hortons before we headed downtown. Really. I was going dress shopping in a week. I wasn't ready for this.

"I don't even have a budget. HELL, I don't have any money to buy a dress. It's all down the drain with college."

"You think you're paying for this dress? Get real. Brent will pay for it. Plus, your dad likes Brent. I'm sure he'll come around and help pay for it."

"If you say so."

About an hour later, and beating the normal rush hour traffic that was on Burrard street, we made it to the arena. I saw Brent and felt those butterflies attack my stomach, then I remembered the shit he pulled this morning. I moved my face when he went to kiss me.

"Ally, I'm sorry. I just can't stand him wanting you like a lost puppy."

"I know. I can't say I love it anymore than you do. Just don't do it again."

"I'll try my best. Once we get married, maybe he'll finally get the hint."

"Speaking of that. I'm going to new york next week with Taylor. We're going to look at wedding dresses with her parents."

"Wow, already?"

"I'm really serious about this. Without my parent's blessing or not. I'm spending the rest of my life with you."

"That's my girl." He beamed before he cupped the side of my face and feathering his lips over mine.

"We need to talk about money though. There is no way in hell I can afford a wedding dress."

"Relax. I'm paying for it. Oh, and my mom wants to put something towards it too."

I chuckle, "I haven't even met your mom."

"We're meeting her after the game, and my dad."

Ah, Shit.

The boys ended up winning the game 4-2 and brought them closer to first in the Western Conference. I kept away from my parents as much as I could. But of course, my mom hunted me down.

"Why did you lie to us?"

"Did you see your reaction this morning? That's why I didn't want to tell you."

"We'd find out sooner or later you were back with them."

"And I was going to tell you after the Olympics were over. Mom, I love him. Why do you think Jon let me go? He wanted me to be happy."

"He sure didn't look over you this morning."

"That's his problem. He knew all along I wanted Brent. Just like Duncan wants Taylor."

Her bright eyes looked up at me, they were mixed with confusion and disappointment. "That's different though."

"How? Cause they've been together for almost 8 years? That shouldn't matter. When your face lights up when they enter the room, or how you get when you hear their voice. That's what matters. When you love someone, you just know. That's how I am with Brent."

"I guess I have no choice to accept it then." She deeply sighs.

"That's all I want."

My mom pulled me into a hug. I felt a little better knowing that she knew I was with Brent. Too bad she didn't know the half part of it.