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~3 Years Later~
Amanda's P.O.V.
I spun in circles in front of the mirror, feeling just like a child in dress up. I just wanted to keep twirling in my wedding dress. It was like a fairytale to me. My wedding was only one week away. I was overly excited about it, which is more than I could say for my eldest daughter.
"Mom, how long are we gonna be here?" Mel moaned. She was lying across a row of three chairs, her long, black hair dangling over the edge.
"No long now." I told her, giving myself one last look in the mirror. Teenagers were really hard to deal with, but Mel was just that extra bit harder. What would you expect from a girl who has Ryan Ross as a father?
I smiled at the thought of Ryan. As the day neared, I found myself acting more and more childish, like a little girl excited over her birthday party. I know I'd had it to myself for years by then, but there just that something extra happy about being promised to have him for many more years to come. After everything we'd been through, a promise to always be there for each other was something we needed.
"Mom!" Mel snapped.
"Huh?" I looked over to her and shook my head. I'd gone off into a daydream about the actual day. I couldn't keep excitement down. "What do you think of the dress?" I asked.
"Pwitty!" Destiny called out, she was sitting in the corner of the small room, with her coloring book wide open and crayons sprawled out over the floor. Destiny looked a lot like Ryan and Mel. She had the same silky chestnut hair, honey-brown eyes, and an often quiet side like I had never seen before. However, her slightly tanned skin matched mine perfectly and so did the freckles across her nose. She was absolutely gorgeous, and so was Kyle. He was like a mini Ryan, both in looks and personality. He was very shy and quiet, though you couldn't blame him with his older sister never knowing quite when to shut up.
Ryan had taken Kyle to go get him fitted for a tux. He was going to be our page boy, Destiny was going to be our flower girl and Mel was my bridesmaid. I'd chosen Hazel as my maid of honor and Spencer was Ryan's best man.
"Thank you." I giggled, eyeing up my reflection once more.
"Mandy, you look beautiful." Hazel told me, balancing her own daughter, Cassidy, on her hip. "Don't you think so, Cassie?" The little three year-old nodded her head extra hard.
"For the love of God..."I heard Mel mumble to herself. She wasn't one for the little kids. In fact, she really did dislike them. They were always bugging her and she always wanted privacy. It was entertaining to watch, even if I should have been a responsible adult about it.
There was a knock on the door and I could see my wedding planner, Brendon’s, reflection in the mirror. He was standing in the doorway, eyeing me up.
'Ah, that dress really brings out your eyes, beautiful.' Brendon said. My cheeks blushed bright red .
"Thank you." I replied, trying to hide the blush.
"Give me a break!" Mel scoffed. "I'm going for a walk!" The fourteen-year-old got up from her seat and left the room.
"Did I do something to offend her?" Brendon asked, watching the space where Mel had disappeared to.
"No, it's just her." I answered, smoothing out the white dress. Mel had some serious attitude problems when she didn't get what she wanted.
"Alright." Brendon chuckled. "But, that dress is beautiful on you." He said once again.
"Thanks. I think this is the one." I told him. It had taken me forever to find the perfect dress, but this was it. A summer wedding was something I had always dreamt of, but all wedding dresses were either too Princess-y (which I was not letting Ryan have the advantage of seeing me in) or winter dresses. But I had finally found the perfect one. It was pure white, knee length and a halter neck. Perfect for summer.
"I'll leave you to take it off then." And with that he left the room.
I turned to Hazel, who was shaking her head at me with a smile on her face.
"What?" I asked, turning back around and moving my hair out the way.
"Nothing." She told me, unzipping the dress. "Nothing at all."
Brendon and I were sitting in the living room with Kyle and Destiny. The two of us were trying to discuss some last minute things before the wedding, but that wasn't going too well. The kids were watching cartoons, and I don't think they know where the volume down button is.
In the end, Brendon and I started talking about ourselves. We didn't exactly know much. I heard he had went to Ryan and Spencer’s high school, that's where he'd met Ryan. But, once I'd hired him as my wedding planner, he didn't seem too happy about it.
Brendon was a kind, sensible person, and you didn't get too many of those around. I was quite happy to have him help out with the wedding, since he was engaged himself. The thing was, he was married to Megan. Megan! Apparently, they had been like Ryan and me were at first. Constantly flirting, but never admitting their love.
"Mommy, Kyle took my cwayons!" Destiny told me, running over and jumping on my lap.
"Kyle, give Destiny back her crayons." I told my son, putting Destiny back on the floor.
"I didn't take them!" He said, not looking up from the coloring book he was using.
"Just go play nicely, Destiny." I said, pushing my youngest daughter forward.
"Your kids are adorable." Brendon whispered to me. I giggled a bit.
"I know, but they are a handful." I told him. "Do you have any?"
"Most young children are." I smiled down at my two youngest, "I have a daughter, too. She’s seven at the end of the year." I smiled at Brendon. He did seem like a caring, fatherly figure. Talking about kids, it hit me; where was Mel? "I must be going, Amanda, it's getting late." Looking up at the clock on the wall.
"It's nearly six!" I exclaimed, not realizing how long I'd been talking with Brendon. We'd been there for almost six straight hours.
"Well done, genius!" There was Mel. She took a seat on the floor in front of me and took the TV controller off Kyle. "My TV time!" She told him as he tried to take it back.
"Destiny, Kyle, you need to go and pick out a DVD for bed time." Before I could even blink they were already upstairs to argue over what to watch.
I helped Brendon collect up all his stuff and walked him to the door.
"I guess I'm not going to see you now until the day." He said, sounding a bit sad about it. But, I was getting married in a few days time, no more time for planning.
"Thanks to you I'm going to have an amazing wedding." I told him, leaning on the open door.
"Thanks, Amanda. I know do hope the Wedding goes well." Then Brendon leaned down to kiss my cheek as he usually did, but, instead of kissing my cheek, he captured my lips with his. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't.
When Brendon finally broke us apart, he ran down the driveway without another word to me. I was frozen to the spot. He had kissed me.
Mel's P.O.V.
The smirk that I had inherited from both my parents, making it twice as evil, was playing on my lips. I watched as mom and Brendon shared their goodbye kiss from the living room door. I was in shock at first, but then it came across my mind. Why did I care? It's not like I don't want mom and Ryan together, because I do, but Bren-jerk was going to ruin it. I just had to make it my job to make sure he was ruined.
"Mommy, why did you kiss that man?" Destiny asked from the top of the staircase. "MOMMY!" The little brat screamed when mom ignored her. "Kyle took Mr. Snuggles and you don't care!" I watched Destiny cross her arms across her chest and stomp her feet as she went back to her bedroom. Mr. Snuggles was the stuffed bear I'd won her when we'd gone to the carnival a year or so ago. She loved that bear more than anything else.
Destiny was such a taddle tale, making sure we always got into trouble. She was just what I needed. And she had seen the kiss! BONUS!
Ryan's P.O.V.
"Just one more shot, Ryan." The photographer called out. I sighed, but posed in a new position. I was so tired, I have no idea what pose it was.
"Can I go now?" I whined, sounding like Destiny when she got in one of her strops.
"Yeah." The man replied, waving me off to the door. I grabbed my duffle bag from beside the door and left, slinging it over my shoulder. I had been in a photo shoot for my newest movie release, 'Countdown to Midnight'. It was an end of the world kind of movie, and had been fun to film. We had finished shooting a few weeks previous, but still needed photo's taken for the posters and covers and things. But, that was my last photo shoot for the movie.
I climbed into the drivers seat, thanking God it was finally over. It had been fun, but it was way too much tiring work. Especially when you had two three year olds and a troublesome teen in the house, too. But my life was perfect. I wouldn't change it.
Only a week before the wedding. We had been planning it for two and a half years. Well, Amanda and Brendon had been planning it. I hated the thought of leaving that eel alone with my soon to be wife, but I had no choice. I knew the way he could be though, I'd known him since we were seventeen and in a band together. He was a womanizer, always using flirtation to get what he wanted. It was sickening.
Amanda's P.O.V.
I spun in circles in front of the mirror, feeling just like a child in dress up. I just wanted to keep twirling in my wedding dress. It was like a fairytale to me. My wedding was only one week away. I was overly excited about it, which is more than I could say for my eldest daughter.
"Mom, how long are we gonna be here?" Mel moaned. She was lying across a row of three chairs, her long, black hair dangling over the edge.
"No long now." I told her, giving myself one last look in the mirror. Teenagers were really hard to deal with, but Mel was just that extra bit harder. What would you expect from a girl who has Ryan Ross as a father?
I smiled at the thought of Ryan. As the day neared, I found myself acting more and more childish, like a little girl excited over her birthday party. I know I'd had it to myself for years by then, but there just that something extra happy about being promised to have him for many more years to come. After everything we'd been through, a promise to always be there for each other was something we needed.
"Mom!" Mel snapped.
"Huh?" I looked over to her and shook my head. I'd gone off into a daydream about the actual day. I couldn't keep excitement down. "What do you think of the dress?" I asked.
"Pwitty!" Destiny called out, she was sitting in the corner of the small room, with her coloring book wide open and crayons sprawled out over the floor. Destiny looked a lot like Ryan and Mel. She had the same silky chestnut hair, honey-brown eyes, and an often quiet side like I had never seen before. However, her slightly tanned skin matched mine perfectly and so did the freckles across her nose. She was absolutely gorgeous, and so was Kyle. He was like a mini Ryan, both in looks and personality. He was very shy and quiet, though you couldn't blame him with his older sister never knowing quite when to shut up.
Ryan had taken Kyle to go get him fitted for a tux. He was going to be our page boy, Destiny was going to be our flower girl and Mel was my bridesmaid. I'd chosen Hazel as my maid of honor and Spencer was Ryan's best man.
"Thank you." I giggled, eyeing up my reflection once more.
"Mandy, you look beautiful." Hazel told me, balancing her own daughter, Cassidy, on her hip. "Don't you think so, Cassie?" The little three year-old nodded her head extra hard.
"For the love of God..."I heard Mel mumble to herself. She wasn't one for the little kids. In fact, she really did dislike them. They were always bugging her and she always wanted privacy. It was entertaining to watch, even if I should have been a responsible adult about it.
There was a knock on the door and I could see my wedding planner, Brendon’s, reflection in the mirror. He was standing in the doorway, eyeing me up.
'Ah, that dress really brings out your eyes, beautiful.' Brendon said. My cheeks blushed bright red .
"Thank you." I replied, trying to hide the blush.
"Give me a break!" Mel scoffed. "I'm going for a walk!" The fourteen-year-old got up from her seat and left the room.
"Did I do something to offend her?" Brendon asked, watching the space where Mel had disappeared to.
"No, it's just her." I answered, smoothing out the white dress. Mel had some serious attitude problems when she didn't get what she wanted.
"Alright." Brendon chuckled. "But, that dress is beautiful on you." He said once again.
"Thanks. I think this is the one." I told him. It had taken me forever to find the perfect dress, but this was it. A summer wedding was something I had always dreamt of, but all wedding dresses were either too Princess-y (which I was not letting Ryan have the advantage of seeing me in) or winter dresses. But I had finally found the perfect one. It was pure white, knee length and a halter neck. Perfect for summer.
"I'll leave you to take it off then." And with that he left the room.
I turned to Hazel, who was shaking her head at me with a smile on her face.
"What?" I asked, turning back around and moving my hair out the way.
"Nothing." She told me, unzipping the dress. "Nothing at all."
Brendon and I were sitting in the living room with Kyle and Destiny. The two of us were trying to discuss some last minute things before the wedding, but that wasn't going too well. The kids were watching cartoons, and I don't think they know where the volume down button is.
In the end, Brendon and I started talking about ourselves. We didn't exactly know much. I heard he had went to Ryan and Spencer’s high school, that's where he'd met Ryan. But, once I'd hired him as my wedding planner, he didn't seem too happy about it.
Brendon was a kind, sensible person, and you didn't get too many of those around. I was quite happy to have him help out with the wedding, since he was engaged himself. The thing was, he was married to Megan. Megan! Apparently, they had been like Ryan and me were at first. Constantly flirting, but never admitting their love.
"Mommy, Kyle took my cwayons!" Destiny told me, running over and jumping on my lap.
"Kyle, give Destiny back her crayons." I told my son, putting Destiny back on the floor.
"I didn't take them!" He said, not looking up from the coloring book he was using.
"Just go play nicely, Destiny." I said, pushing my youngest daughter forward.
"Your kids are adorable." Brendon whispered to me. I giggled a bit.
"I know, but they are a handful." I told him. "Do you have any?"
"Most young children are." I smiled down at my two youngest, "I have a daughter, too. She’s seven at the end of the year." I smiled at Brendon. He did seem like a caring, fatherly figure. Talking about kids, it hit me; where was Mel? "I must be going, Amanda, it's getting late." Looking up at the clock on the wall.
"It's nearly six!" I exclaimed, not realizing how long I'd been talking with Brendon. We'd been there for almost six straight hours.
"Well done, genius!" There was Mel. She took a seat on the floor in front of me and took the TV controller off Kyle. "My TV time!" She told him as he tried to take it back.
"Destiny, Kyle, you need to go and pick out a DVD for bed time." Before I could even blink they were already upstairs to argue over what to watch.
I helped Brendon collect up all his stuff and walked him to the door.
"I guess I'm not going to see you now until the day." He said, sounding a bit sad about it. But, I was getting married in a few days time, no more time for planning.
"Thanks to you I'm going to have an amazing wedding." I told him, leaning on the open door.
"Thanks, Amanda. I know do hope the Wedding goes well." Then Brendon leaned down to kiss my cheek as he usually did, but, instead of kissing my cheek, he captured my lips with his. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't.
When Brendon finally broke us apart, he ran down the driveway without another word to me. I was frozen to the spot. He had kissed me.
Mel's P.O.V.
The smirk that I had inherited from both my parents, making it twice as evil, was playing on my lips. I watched as mom and Brendon shared their goodbye kiss from the living room door. I was in shock at first, but then it came across my mind. Why did I care? It's not like I don't want mom and Ryan together, because I do, but Bren-jerk was going to ruin it. I just had to make it my job to make sure he was ruined.
"Mommy, why did you kiss that man?" Destiny asked from the top of the staircase. "MOMMY!" The little brat screamed when mom ignored her. "Kyle took Mr. Snuggles and you don't care!" I watched Destiny cross her arms across her chest and stomp her feet as she went back to her bedroom. Mr. Snuggles was the stuffed bear I'd won her when we'd gone to the carnival a year or so ago. She loved that bear more than anything else.
Destiny was such a taddle tale, making sure we always got into trouble. She was just what I needed. And she had seen the kiss! BONUS!
Ryan's P.O.V.
"Just one more shot, Ryan." The photographer called out. I sighed, but posed in a new position. I was so tired, I have no idea what pose it was.
"Can I go now?" I whined, sounding like Destiny when she got in one of her strops.
"Yeah." The man replied, waving me off to the door. I grabbed my duffle bag from beside the door and left, slinging it over my shoulder. I had been in a photo shoot for my newest movie release, 'Countdown to Midnight'. It was an end of the world kind of movie, and had been fun to film. We had finished shooting a few weeks previous, but still needed photo's taken for the posters and covers and things. But, that was my last photo shoot for the movie.
I climbed into the drivers seat, thanking God it was finally over. It had been fun, but it was way too much tiring work. Especially when you had two three year olds and a troublesome teen in the house, too. But my life was perfect. I wouldn't change it.
Only a week before the wedding. We had been planning it for two and a half years. Well, Amanda and Brendon had been planning it. I hated the thought of leaving that eel alone with my soon to be wife, but I had no choice. I knew the way he could be though, I'd known him since we were seventeen and in a band together. He was a womanizer, always using flirtation to get what he wanted. It was sickening.
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