Dream Wedding

Time to write!

Tonight's post is inspired by two of my best friends, who are incidentally some of the best supporters of my writing that I know. Hope it makes you guys laugh. :)

Bettilda pulled back her covers just a tad violently. "I want to get married!" she grumbled. "Like for real."
"Then do it," said her imaginary roommate. Her imaginary roommate was named Nike, because she was always encouraging Bettilda to do things. Without Nike, Bettilda would not feel nearly so encouraged, eb'ry day.
"Ok," Bettilda said, climbing into her bed and pulling her posse around her. Her posse was made up of entirely of bears, and was actually just two members large.
Generally  Blueberry was the master planner. He helped Bettilda with the logistics of all of her maneuvers. Why only half an hour ago he had planned a successful reconnaissance mission to the vending machines. He was a master planner, which is one of the reasons Bettilda kept him around. The other reasons were secrets, and ones that you couldn't find out if you were human.
Her other posse member, B. YGregalious  Uffenfuzzworth, said with a silent 'y' and commonly known as BYU Bear, mostly just sat there and smiled. Most of the time Bettilda was sure that BYU Bear couldn't talk, but Nike insisted that he oft times quoted speeches in the midst of the nighttime when the stars shone through the drawn blinds, the way that only magic stars could.
Nike had a way of speaking that made such things sound poetic.
"I want to get married," Bettilda repeated to her posse.
"Excellent idea," Generally Blueberry asserted.
B. YGregalious smiled.
"I has a plan!" Nike cried, springing in one leap from her imaginary bed on the other side of the room to Bettilda's bed and landing square in her lap.
For some people such proximity would have been awkward, but Nike was a snuggler and it was just something Bettilda was used to.
"Speak to me," Bettilda said, patting Nike on the head.
"Let's go find a man, and then you will get married."
Bettilda loved this idea so much she hopped out of bed and did some hip hopping dance moves. Nike clapped her hands enthusiastically. General Blueberry covered the young BYU Bear's eyes, thinking he was not quite ready for such a display of celebration.
Once her dancing was complete, Bettilda asked General Blueberry what the next step should be. They had an objective, now it was time to move, move, move!

Precisely three hours and twenty-six minutes later, at 1:23 am, Bettilda climbed a tree.
"Gib me a boost!" she whispered to Nike.
"On it!" Nike cupped her imaginary hands underneath Bettilda's foot, and couldn't help but notice that Bettilda was wearing some very fine imaginary footwear.
"Um. Bettilda?" Nike said. "Are you wearing my green and brown flip flops from my imaginary aunt?"
"Yes. I lub them." Bettilda replied.
Her straightforward honesty touched Nike to the very inner being of what could be described as her heart and she shed three single tears of pure emotion as she boosted Bettilda in the tree. This was ideal, for from Nike's tears of emotion sprouted a dress, a wedding cake, and a little man named Horatio, who was actually the best wedding hair dresser in all the world.

Bettilda moaned. In order for their plan to work she would need to moan loud enough that one of the boys would open up their window and see her laying in the tree. She was about to give up, when at 2:34 a window opened and a return missionary with caring eyes and excellent skin peered out.

In moments he had rescued Bettilda from the tree.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yes. And guess what?" Bettilda said.
"What?"
"I have all these things to get married. Right here. Want to?"
"That'd be fine," the boy replied. "You just need to call Breanna first. She deserves to be at your wedding, don't you think?"
It was just then that Bettilda noticed the boy was actually pretty much Mr. Darcy.
She was delighted.