Hot tears rolled off my cheeks and onto my white dress. I couldn't stop them from flowing from my eyes. What was supposed to be the best day of my life had been a disaster. After Brendon had spoken up, I ran. I ran from the alter and out to the steps outside. It was the first place I came in contact with. I sat down and started sobbing my heart out.
All I had wanted was the perfect day. One day where everything went the way it was supposed to and nothing could ruin it for me. But I should have known that it was too much to ask for. Nothing ever went the way I wanted it. It was all my fault. I should have done something about the kiss and not kept it a secret to be revealed on my wedding day! Ryan was never going to forgive me. I had messed up our relationship for good.
"Hey." I looked behind me to see Ryan in the doorway. He looked so perfect in his black tux.
My fiancée took a seat on the floor beside me. I didn't look at him, it was too painful. So, we sat in silence. I could feel Ryan's eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, on me, burning into my skin with passion and love.
"Mandy...Princess..." He started, but trailed off. I knew he had no idea what to say and neither did I. "What just happened?"
"What just happened?" I repeated, sniffling from the tears. "What just happened was a disaster. Our wedding has been ruined because of that jerk!" The waterworks were coming down faster and faster, harder and harder, with no intention of stopping.
Ryan scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around my fragile body. I buried my head in his chest, inhaling his vanilla scent.
"Amanda, I just want the truth." He whispered in my ear.
"The truth is..." I lifted my head from his chest, so I could look him in the eyes. "The truth is Brendon kissed me a week ago as he was leaving the house, I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd be mad and I didn't want you to break up with me over something so stupid." My voice was getting whiny and high pitched, the way it usually did when I was crying.
"Hey, don't cry." Ryan shushed, wiping his thumbs under my eyes. "We don't want to spoil the make-up, do we?" I laughed, he always knew what to say. "I would never ever break up with you, Mandy. You are my everything, my whole world. I love you with all my heart and I always will."
"I love you too." I replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. It was the best I could do with the situation we were in. Everything felt so awkward through my eyes, but Ryan seemed to handle it well. He was the one who should have been yelling and shouting, but he was so calm.
"Well, then, let's go do what we've been waiting three years to." Ryan smiled at me, I smiled back and he helped me to my feet. We walked back into the church together, happy as ever.
"I had my doubts, but you did it, Ryan." I joked, taking a seat on Ryan's lap and throwing my arm around his neck. The two of us laughed, him hugging me back.
"You know, now you have to call me dad." He told me, seriousness in his eyes. I simply turned to him and replied, "Keep dreaming." Ryan was officially my step-dad, not my dad, even if he was my dad. Does that make sense? Either way, we're a family and we'll always stick by each other, no matter what.
A slow song came on over the speakers and Ryan pushed me off his lap as he got up and walked over to mom. He took her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. I watched as they swayed from side-to-side, smiling at each other. They were happy and that's all that mattered.
After mom and Ryan ran from the church, Brendon was left standing there. Destiny, my amazing little sister, walked over to him, kicked him in the shin and said, "You're a baddy." Everyone was laughing their head off. She was truly a funny little girl. She definitely took after me! Brendon limped out the back door to avoid mom and Ryan who were out the front of the church.
In the end, they both came back in and got married. Just like that. No other dramas. That makes a first! They usually don't stop after one in this family...But it was a good day, filled with the expected and unexpected. And I did learn one thing: weddings aren't as boring as people may think. I mean, there are the rare moments where someone will shout in the middle of church that they love the bride, you just have to be prepared when that happens.
"Hey, I'm Jackson." A boy held his hand out to me and I shook it. I had never met him before, but I definitely knew who he was.
"Mel." I smiled up at him. He was cute. He had black hair that fell, ever so slightly, into his left eye. His eyes were an amazing sea green color and he was dressed up in dress pants and a white shirt, the top few buttons undone. I recognized him as Jackson Night; a famous singer. Ryan had invited him and his mom, an actress, one of Ryan's close friends, to the wedding.
"Do you want to dance?" Jackson asked, looking over to the dance floor.
"Sure." I smiled. He held out his and I took it, leading us both over to the dance floor. That was another good thing about the wedding, getting my first boyfriend. I guessed everything was going to be okay after all of that.
Naturally, I was wrong.
A/N: Well, that's it. The story of child actress Mel Ross, who discovered her idol was actually her father. It's been one hell of a month writing this guys, I'm not kidding. I want to take the time to show my gratitude.
First of all, to XEvil_AngelX for reviewing almost every chapter, I think I may love you for that more than I love Panic! and FOB put together (and that's saying something!)
Second of all, to DaniAtaDisco, REINVENT_LOVE, wayuphighify, Kaleidoscope_Eyes, hollie443, and sophiiyMEOW for reviewing at least once, I appreciate it like you wouldn't believe.
Next, to any other readers who didn't review. I don't care that you read as a silent witness, I'm just so glad you enjoyed it. (Hopefully!)
To my amazing friends Summer, Nythera, Roxi, Snow, Chloe, Jayne, Tara, Kay, and Vicki. Thank you all for your feedback, even if a certain one of you yelled at me for there being no porn. cough VICKI cough
To a special "friend" of mine, Ari. You're amazing, you know that? Without your grammar Nazi ways, I would have had a million mistakes and than no-one would read because of my shit spelling and grammar! Shame I had to disown you, though. But you really fucked up. Don't think I'll be talking to you for a while. Now, shoo, I got more people to thank.
To another amazing friend of mine, Vayle, better known among me and my friends as the Where-The-Fuck-Are-My-Cheetos Girl. You were amazing. You gave me this idea. You gave me all the names for the non-canon characters. You gave me fucking everything to do with this story. I wrote this story for you, and the only reason I didn't give up on this version of the tale was you. I didn't give up on version, because you wouldn't have let me. Thank you, Vayle, and thanks for all the memories I have of you. RIP Vayle. 13/3/1998-11/5/2012.
Lastly, to two special friends. You never reviewed this, but I want you guys to know how much I appreciate your presences in my life. So thank you, xxPanicFanxx and TheBalladOfChristian.
Now, this isn't the end of our adventures with Ryan, Amanda, and Mel. Oh no, far from it. Truth is, I'm writing a sequel! YAY! It's called "Why High School Sucks". I think you can tell it takes place in high school, but basically, Mel convinces Ryan and Amanda to let her go to a real high school, instead of being homeschooled again. Lots of drama occurs. Yeah, that's about it.
So, for the last time, please rate and review! :)