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"Tell me what?"

(Y/B/F) and Patrick grimaced and averted their gaze away from you and Pete, focusing rather on whatever show was playing on the TV, while you sat still as your brain churned, trying to think of something to say.

"Pete...I..." you started, standing up.

Pete gave you an expectant look, waiting for you to continue.

"L..."

"L?" he urged, taking a step closer; Patrick and (Y/B/F)'s attention returned to you as they anxiously looked on in a mixture of shock and excitement – they thought that you were finally about to tell Pete how you felt about him.

"Literally can not stand my Maid of Honour dress."

Patrick and (Y/B/F) let out two loud groans of annoyance and shook their heads in disbelief while muttering a few complaints about your cowardness, stopping when Pete shot them a confused look.

"You don't like your dress?" Pete asked, and you nodded furiously.

"It's so horrible," you sighed, pulling your sleeves down to cover your trembling hands. "I didn't wanna say anything to Meagan, cause, ya know, she's so dead set on it, but to be perfectly honest, I'd rather die than be seen in public in that thing."

Pete let out a low whistle and rubbed the back of his next. "Well, I think she still has the original dress. I'll talk to her and see if you could wear that instead."

"Thanks," you smiled, grateful that your brain could at least come up with a believable diversion, but at the same time, full of dread at the thought of dealing with Meagan and the dress.

"Anything for you, (Y/N)," Pete returned your smile before directing his gaze toward Patrick and throwing a thumb over his shoulder at the door. "Dude, I need your help with something."

"Yeah, of course." Patrick got up and walked over to join Pete. The two of them said a quick goodbye and disappeared through the door.

You closed your eyes and let out a relieved sigh, your heart still racing from the close call you'd just experienced. Reaching behind you to massage the tense muscles in your neck briefly, you could hear (Y/B/F) tsk-tsking.

"I know, I know," you grumbled, rolling your eyes. "Should have told him."

~ Friday, 10:00, 24 hours until the wedding ~

"Okay, (Y/N), you can do this. It's a spa day; it'll be relaxing, and you'll be fine," you whispered to yourself as you rode the elevator down to the spa.

The doors opened and you made your way over to the spa desk, giving the receptionist the necessary information before making your way towards the eruption of giggles coming from the back. Needless to say, you weren't at all looking forward to this. As expected, Meagan had a major hissy fit when Pete asked her if you could wear your original Maid of Honour dress, which resulted in a deafening screaming match between the two of them. It died down after about fifteen minutes, largely due to the fact that Pete had threatened to call off the wedding if Meagan didn't stop acting like a lunatic. So while you'd dodged having to wear that dreadful dress, you were certain that Meagan would now be more bitter towards you than ever.

"Now that we're all here," Meagan gave you a fake smile before turning to address her bridesmaids. "Babes, first, we'll have a mud-bath, followed by a full body massage, then we have a hot tub session booked, then onto mani's and pedi's, and we'll end with gold facials."

The Barbie squad cheered happily and chattered excitedly amongst themselves while Meagan grinned.

"Annnnnd you," she drawled, spinning on her heels to once again face you as you sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. "I know you're not really into the spa thing..."

"Who said I'm not into-"

"But," she cut you off. "Since I have been 'stressing you out', I spoke with the spa ladies and we put together a special package, just for you." She smirked evilly while the rest of the girls giggled.

"Lovely," you said sarcastically. "How thoughtful of you, Meagan."

"It was thoughtful of me, wasn't it?" she mused, flicking her hair before pointing in the direction of the mud baths. "Let's go get our mud on!" she did a little dance and started to walk off before glancing over her shoulder at you. "Oh, you can just wait here. Trina will be with you shortly."

~

"Wow, that's, uh, that's a lot of needles," you squeaked, head becoming slightly woozy at the sight of about fifty needles, all of which were about to be inserted into your body.

It was a known fact that you had a fear of needles, and of course, what else would Meagan do than make acupuncture the first treatment on your customised spa package?

"Lie down," the acupuncturist barked, and you immediately obliged, swallowing hard.

"Is this really necessary?" you asked softly. "Can't we just skip this treatment?"

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of needles."

The lady snorted. "Lies. If you're afraid of needles, why was this appointment booked for you?"

"Because the bride hates me."

"Right. Just shut up and stop being a baby," she spat.

Usually, in this situation, you would've let rip at this woman a long time ago, but due to the fact that she had an arsenal of needles at her dispense, you decided against it.

The first needle punctured your skin and you shut your eyes tightly, biting your lip to keep from yelling out.

One down, forty-nine to go.

Fucking needles.

At least unless Megan somehow managed to involve cockroaches, heights and clowns in the rest of the treatments, it couldn't get much worse than this.

~

The masseuse slid the towel down your back to rest just above your pelvis, and you repositioned your arms so that you were rest your head atop of them.

The next treatment Meagan had arranged was a hot stone massage, which you were totally fine with, since you'd had a couple before and loved it. You were a bit surprised that she chose something so soft-core, after the whole acupuncture thing.

"Okay, sweetie, just relax your muscles for me, please," the masseuse cooed.

Wow. A normal treatment and a nice masseuse? This was too good to be true.

The lady drew out the first stone and you prepared yourself for it to come into contact with your skin. She placed it down gently at the top of your spinal column and...

"AHHHHHH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"

"What?! What's wrong?!" the lady asked frantically, worried etched onto her face.

"The last time I did this, the stones were nowhere near that hot!"

"You didn't ask for the heat to be five times the usual?" she asked, clearly confused.

"No! Why the hell would anybody ask for that?" you replied, gasping for breath.

"I don't know," she raised her hands. "I just thought it was some weird sort of pain kink or something."

"Oh, god," you groaned. "That bitch really is crazy."

~

A hot tub session. There was no way that she could screw with a hot tub session. The temperatures were always at a constant, regardless of requests, and the water was transparent, so she couldn't hide needles in them.

"Finally," you purred, allowing your tired body to soak in the water, reaching behind you to turn the bubbles on.

You closed your eyes and drifted in and out of blissfulness, taking this time to unwind a little, and escape from the madness that had happened over the past six days.

After about thirty minutes, you opened your eyes again and looked down at your swimsuit-clad body submerged in water.

But something was wrong.

You sat up straight and lifted your arms out of the water, extending them out in front of you, gasping when the realisation hit you.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

~Friday, 14:00, 20 hours until the wedding~

Patrick stood behind (Y/B/F) as she knocked on your hotel door. They stood chatting quietly while they waited for you to open up, sharing thoughts on what caused your SOS text. They were cut off mid-sentence however, when you reached both arms through the door to grab your friends and yank them into the room rather comically.

"What the fu-"

"Oh, my god!"

"I know!" you yelled in frustration, kicking at the door.

"What..."

"Happened?"

"MEAGAN! Meagan is what happened!"

"What did she do?" Patrick asked in awe, stepping forward to examine your skin.

You let out a choked laugh and took a deep breath, trying to regain control. Once you managed to calm yourself down enough, you told them about how Meagan totally isolated you from the rest of the girls, and created a custom spa package just to mess with you, and recounted the grisly details of the acupuncture and hot stone massage.

(Y/B/F) puffed up her cheeks and blow out a long breath. "I knew that bitch was crazy, but this is plain evil." You and Patrick mumbled in agreement.

"But wait," you added, raising a hand. "I haven't even told you the best part yet. She..." you chuckled darkly, shaking your hand. "The third treatment was a hot tub session, and I have no idea how, but she found a way to add blue dye to the jet stream. Only, I didn't notice until it was to late. And now, I look like a motherfucking smurf!"

"This... is bad," Patrick said, nodding his head.

"Help me," you pleaded. "I waited at the spa for one hour after I discovered this," you gestured to your body, "just so that I could make a getaway without anyone seeing me. But if I still look like this at the wedding tomorrow..." you let out a shudder.

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/B/F) reassured, smacking Patrick at the back of his head when he muttered an 'it's really not okay'. "We'll figure this out."

~Friday, 19:00, 15 hours until the wedding~

"Alright," Patrick nodded approvingly, studying your skin, which was now a significantly lighter shade of blue. "I think we're making progress, here."

"Hallelujah," you sighed happily, causing Patrick to smile.

"I'll go get some more lemons," he said, moving to the other room as (Y/B/F) re-entered your hotel room, shopping bag in hand.

"Okay," she huffed, emptying the contents onto the bed. "I've got the liquid bronzer to put on after you've faded enough. Which by the looks of things," she looked at you and made an impressed face, "will be very soon. Wow, lemon baths. Who would've thought?"

"I know right," you let out an impressed scoff before gazing lovingly at your best friend, who'd managed to come up with a cure to your smurfness. "What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn," she shrugged, smiling at you and nudging you towards the bathroom, where Patrick had just thrown another batch of lemon slices into the water.

~

Another two lemon baths later, coupled with a few bottles of bronzer, your skin was practically back to normal.

Patrick and (Y/B/F) cheered as you spun around, allowing them to see the final result of the past three hours.

"I love you guys," you gushed, tackling the both of them onto the bed in a giant bear hug, causing all three of you to giggle. "I feel like if we can get through this, then there's nothing Meagan can throw at us that we can't handle."

"While that is true," (Y/B/F) started, propping herself up onto her elbows. "Seriously, (Y/N/N), this can't continue. You need to do something."

"She needs to tell Pete how she feels," Patrick corrected.

"You know what," you quipped, standing up and walking over to your purse, retrieving a coin which you held up. "This is a job for The Coin."

"(Y/N), you can't leave this to The Coin," Patrick groaned.

"Why not? All of us have consulted The Coin on major life decisions at one point or the other."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing," you interrupted. "Heads, I walk out of that door right away and tell Pete how I feel; Tails, I don't, and he marries Meagan."

"(Y/N)-" (Y/B/F) tried to stop you.

"Too late!" you yelled.

You tossed The Coin up into the air and caught it, placing it on your hand and covering it up with your other hand. You removed it and...

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