The Sleepover Club Bridesmaids (6 page)

And that meant that Amber got to say MY lines. “Andy is going to go crazy when he sees you in that colour,” she cooed.

“He’ll go even crazier when he sees the bill,” I muttered.

Instead of going for pizza, we went to some new pancake parlour Amber liked the sound of. By this time I’d figured out the perfect way to punish Mum for preferring Amber to me. I probably told you, Mum is really diet-conscious? So I ordered this TOTAL calorie-fest. Pancakes, waffles, doughnuts with hot fudge sauce.

Guess what that scheming little Goldilocks did then?

“My, those waffles look so-o good,” she cried, like some kid in
The Waltons
. And she ordered EXACTLY the same things!

Our mothers didn’t have a clue what was going on. Only Amber and I knew she had just declared war.

The trouble is, I don’t like sweet stodgy food that much. And after stuffing my face for fifteen minutes or so, I was already slowing down. But Jilly’s daughter kept right on going – dipping, chewing and swallowing.

I’ve got to admit, all Amber’s acting classes had totally paid off. She had this unbelievably innocent expression, like she truly had no idea that she was subjecting me to Death by Doughnut!

Not only that, but my revenge ploy didn’t even
work
. Mum actually thought it was funny. She and Jilly got all misty-eyed about the night they stayed at a friend’s house, and Jilly got this sudden chocolate craze, and Miggsy (or maybe Buzz) baked them this amazingly gooey cake.

“The trouble was, it wasn’t ready until after midnight,” Mum giggled. “We were dying to go to bed, but she refused to let us go to sleep until we’d eaten every last crumb!”

Mum always gives everyone the impression she was a real Nikky No-Mates when she was growing up. Now it seemed she’d been sharing midnight cake with crowds of kids, all with cool and groovy nicknames. It made me feel like I didn’t really know her.

Quite suddenly I pushed my plate away.

“I think Fliss has had enough,” said Amber sweetly. “Don’t worry, it won’t go to waste.”

And she actually took my last doughnut off my plate and popped it into her mouth!!

If I wasn’t feeling so miserable (also REALLY sick), I’d have shoved her smiling face right into my plate, saying, “Then DO have the rest of my sauce, Amber, while you’re at it!”

But we both knew she’d won, so I just stared straight ahead, waiting for my ordeal to end.

Only it didn’t.

That night Mum came to find me in the kitchen, where I was gulping down water, trying to dilute the ill-effects of my fudge-fest.

“Sweetheart,” she said. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

I had my second psychic flash of the day. You’re not going to like this, Fliss, I thought.

“The thing is, Jilly isn’t just my best friend. She’s a real soul mate,” Mum blurted out.

I stared at her.

“And that makes Amber really special too,” she said awkwardly. “Which is why I want her to be one of my bridesmaids.”

“You’re kidding,” I whispered.

“I realise this is a bit sudden,” said Mum. “But I just know it would make Jilly really happy.”

I didn’t plan to sit down – it was more like my legs gave way underneath me, so that I kind of fell into a kitchen chair. My head was spinning with all this urgent stuff I needed to say. But in the end, I just croaked, “But there’s only five dresses.”

“I know,” said Mum sadly. “It’s a shame, but there it is.”

I couldn’t speak. It had been touch and go for some time, but the happy sparkling wedding of my dreams had finally morphed
into a total nightmare.

Because in order for Awful Amber to be a bridesmaid, one of my friends would have to stand down.

You know those agony aunts they have in women’s magazines? We just
lurve
reading out those letters, don’t you? Kenny swears they’re made up. She says no-one in their right MINDS would parade their bizarre personal problems for complete strangers to snigger over.

There’s two reasons Kenny believes this.

1) She never watches those totally riveting American chat shows.

And:

2) Unlike me, she is not a girl who easily gets her knickers in a twist.

It’s like that shopping trip mix-up. My other friends fibbed themselves blue in the face, trying not to hurt my feelings. But Kenny just came clean, like it was no biggie. I’d LOVE to be more like Kenny. I really would. (I just wouldn’t want to DRESS like her!
Miaow!
)

But that night when I’d closed my diary (my deadly secret one) and finally switched off my torch, I lay in the dark, composing a letter to some wise agony aunt in the sky.

Dear Auntie Whoever,

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I must inform my friends that one of them can no longer be a bridesmaid at my mother’s wedding. I have absolutely no idea how to do this without hurting someone’s feelings, and maybe even losing a friend. Can you help? Also, could you please reply by tomorrow, which is when I have to break this disappointing news?

Yours Sincerely

Felicity Sidebotham

But by the time I’d finished, I realised that it wasn’t an agony aunt I needed after all. What I needed was a miracle.

I could hear gentle breathing from the other side of the room, final proof that Amber totally didn’t have a heart. After what she’d done to me, it just didn’t seem fair that she was sleeping like a baby.
I
was the innocent person here. So how come it was
me
tossing and turning all night long?

I don’t know about you, but when I have a bad night, with the flu or something, I’m usually longing for the first signs of morning. But that night, I was dreading the moment when the sky changed colour over Cuddington and all the little birds began to tweet.

Because I knew that no matter how miserable I felt tonight, it was nothing LIKE as bad as I was going to feel tomorrow.

Don’t worry, I promise to spare you the rest of the depressing details.

I’m going to fast forward to the part where I was getting dressed for school – in the bathroom, actually, because not only was
Amber using up my oxygen without permission, she’d also totally invaded my privacy.

And as I finished brushing my hair and putting it up in a tidy school ponytail (Mum says a girl should never let herself go, no matter HOW bad she feels), I looked my reflection in the eye.

“Fliss,” I said bravely. “Here’s your chance to become a stronger, better person, just like Kenny. These are your friends. Just tell them the truth, OK? They’ll understand.”

My bathroom resolution lasted all the way to school. Right up till the moment I joined my friends in the playground.

The minute she saw me coming, Frankie started humming. The others all joined in, grinning. You won’t need me to tell you that this was not the ideal moment for my mates to break into
Here Comes the Bride
.

They looked so incredibly happy that I almost burst into tears. How could Mum make me hurt my friends like this?

“Oh, hi,” I said, trying to force a smile.

Rosie giggled. “We’ve all been getting
totally over-excited, Flissy! We just realised there’s only THREE days to go before You Know What!”

“I SO hope I don’t get hiccups at the vital moment!” Lyndz bubbled.

Kenny rolled her eyes. “Don’t we all,” she agreed.

But I’d stopped listening. Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, I knew where my miracle was coming from. It wasn’t like she WANTED to be a bridesmaid, I told myself. I’d practically had to beg her. She’d only agreed in the first place because I went on and on about how much it mattered to me.

As I turned to Kenny, I could already feel a big smile spreading over my face. Miracles happened. They did. You heard about them all the time.

“What about you, Kenz?” I said casually. “Don’t tell me you’re dying to climb into that meringue, because I won’t believe you.”

Kenny grinned. “Then you’re wrong, Miss Smarty Pants. I know I wasn’t keen to begin with. But now I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Oh,” I said. “That’s so, erm – sweet.” I heard myself sounding like a total fake.

Can you believe it took me until lunchtime to pluck up the courage to tell them the truth? By then I’d worked myself into such a state, I was in extreme danger of going into orbit.

I waited until everyone had finished eating. Everyone except me, that is. I was so nervous, I couldn’t eat a thing.

“I think someone’s got wedding jitters,” grinned Frankie.

I’ll do it fast, I thought. Then maybe it won’t hurt so much. So in the end, I took a big breath, and blurted out the whole sorry story.

It’s weird. I was prepared for just about every reaction, except the one I got. They didn’t believe me. Everyone fell about laughing.

“Nice one, Fliss,” Kenny chortled. “You really had us going there.”

Rosie clutched her chest. “You bad girl!” she giggled. “You gave me a total heart attack!”

“Flissy, sometimes you have the weirdest sense of humour!” said Lyndz in a wondering tone.

Then Frankie’s face changed. “She isn’t joking,” she said. “Look at her!”

Everyone stared at me, and I saw all the laughter go out of their eyes. Tears prickled behind my lids.

“Your mum actually told you to like, SACK one of us to make room for Awful Amber?” gasped Lyndz.

I nodded, and two hot little tears trickled down my cheeks. I kept seeing their happy faces as they sang
Here Comes the Bride
. Now all my friends looked like I’d slapped them.

“Did your mum say which bridesmaid is getting the sack?” Rosie asked finally.

“No,” I choked. “She said we’ve got to figure it out amongst ourselves.”

“But HOW?” said Lyndz.

“I don’t know,” I wept. “I can’t believe this is even happening.”

I was longing for my friends to comfort me. But they just went scarily quiet. And for a few seconds no-one looked at anyone else.

Then, still carefully not looking at anyone, Rosie said, “Well, I suppose it’s got to be Kenny. I mean, we all remember what a terrible time Fliss had getting her to put on a bridesmaid’s dress in the first place, right?”

Kenny looked hurt. “How come you’re talking about me as if I’m not here?” she demanded in a huffy voice. “But then I suppose you wish I wasn’t.”

“Don’t be stupid, Kenz,” said Frankie at once.

Rosie scowled. “I was only saying that it’s not fair for one of US to miss out, when everyone knows Kenny hates dressing up and being girly.”

Kenny stared at her. “One of US?” she blazed. “What does that mean, exactly? I mean, one of US can’t play Let’s Dress Up, so suddenly I’m like this ALIEN creature who isn’t US?”

“I don’t think that’s – that’s what Rosie meant,” I stuttered miserably.

Kenny scraped back her chair.

“I wondered what that was all about this morning,” she said in a shaky voice. “All that
rhubarb about me and my meringue. It was because you didn’t have the guts to tell me the truth!”

“Sssh, Kenny,” said Rosie uncomfortably. “Everyone’s looking.”

But Kenny didn’t stop for breath. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘Laura McKenzie, you’ll make a rubbish bridesmaid, so you’re FIRED!’” she screamed. Then she ran out of the hall, sobbing as if her heart would break.

The M&Ms must have thought Christmas had come early. It was obvious they were lapping up every moment of our misery.

Then I saw Frankie and Lyndz both glaring at me.

“This is your fault, Felicity Sidebotham,” Frankie choked. “I’ll never
forgive
you for hurting Kenny’s feelings like that.”

“Me neither,” said Lyndz.

“Hey!” said Rosie. “It’s not Flissy’s fault if her mum got a bee in her bonnet about Amber being a bridesmaid.”

But Frankie and Lyndz just pushed back their chairs and stalked out of the hall.

Have you ever been so upset that you
can’t even cry? I sat there at that table with my elbows in everyone’s crumbs, the whole school staring at me, and I really wished I could die.

Yet it was like I couldn’t even find the energy to get up and leave.

It had all happened so FAST! Like Andy’s precious mirror, the Sleepover Club had just shattered into pieces, and I didn’t understand
why
. I didn’t even know whose fault it was. Was it Amber’s, or Mum’s, or was it really all down to me, like Frankie said?

As we left the hall, Rosie tucked her arm through mine. “I’m your friend, Fliss,” she said fiercely. “I don’t care what they say.”

All the rest of the day, Kenny sat by herself at the back of the class. I wanted to go up to her and explain that she’d totally got it wrong. But she looked so blank and cold, I didn’t dare. It was like she’d put up an invisible force-field which totally stopped the rest of us going near her.

Lyndz and Frankie sat together. When Mrs Weaver wasn’t looking, they whispered to
each other, darting poisonous looks at me and Rosie.

Without any warning, tears started splashing down my face. Some of them fell on my rough book, smudging the sum I’d been working out in pencil. I scrubbed my hand across my face.

“Don’t cry,” Rosie whispered. “It’ll be OK. I know it will.”

I truly couldn’t see how. I still believed in miracles and everything. I just didn’t think one could happen to me.

That evening I shut myself in the kitchen. I’d told Mum I’d got this work I absolutely had to finish, and that Mrs Weaver would skin me alive if I didn’t hand it in by tomorrow. But it was actually because I couldn’t stand the thought of spending another evening with Amber and Patsy.

Anyway, there I was, miserably doodling felt-tip hearts on the inside of my work book, when suddenly the phone rang.

It was for Mum. I wasn’t in the mood for eavesdropping, to be honest, but I got the vague impression someone had given her
some upsetting news. A few minutes after she’d replaced the receiver, the phone rang again. And after Mum had heard what this caller had to say, she sounded totally distraught.

She burst into the kitchen, looking as white as a sheet.

“Did you know about this?” she demanded. “I’ve just had Frankie and Lyndz’s mothers on the phone. Apparently their daughters can no longer perform their bridesmaids’ duties on Saturday.”

I know it sounds heartless, but I almost burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes my friends take my breath away. That’s the Sleepover Club all over, I thought. One out, ALL out!

Luckily Mum was too busy ranting to notice my reaction. “What’s going on, Fliss?” she blazed. “Have you had some kind of stupid quarrel or something?”

I jumped to my feet. “Stupid
quarrel
!” I screamed. “It’s not
us
who’s stupid.
You’re
the one who forced me to choose between my friends, remember?”

“I didn’t do anything of the kind—” Mum began.

“Yes, you did!” I yelled. “You FORCED me. And you know what? I’m proud of my friends for taking a stand. That’s what I should have done in the first place. But it’s OK, because I’m doing it now!”

I glared at her, breathing hard.

Mum looked alarmed. “What do you mean?” she gasped.

All at once I knew exactly what I was going to say. “It’s up to you,” I said. “You can have ALL of the Sleepover Club for your bridesmaids, or none of them.”

I wasn’t shouting now. I was as quiet and reasonable as can be.

“You’ve got to make up your mind, Mum,” I told her calmly. “Is it Amber you want at your wedding? Or is it me?”