Hey, I haven't written on here for a while. You may have seen my last story, Chuck Versus the Accident. This is the sequel to it, but if you didn't read it, that's okay, you won't find this hard to follow. I started writing all my stories from Chuck versus the Mask so everything's from then.
I always find that it's nice to know a bit about the writer before reading their story. So uh, my name's Emma, I'm fourteen year's old, in year nine and I'm from a place called Wales in the UK. Anyway, on with the story..
Chuck versus The Wedding
"Smile for the camera!" Ellie shouted from behind the lense.
Chuck wrapped his long slender arm around Sarah and put his martini down on the table, he smoothed down his suite and he gave a big, heart-warming grin. Sarah nuzzled into his chest and looked directly into the camera, she didn't even have to force a smile onto her face, she was smiling so much that her cheeks felt like they were going to burst.
As everyone gathered onto the grass to have their photos taken, Chuck took Sarah's hand and led her away from the over excited crowds.
He looked around at the venue they had chosen for their wedding. Before him stretched acres and acres of emerald green grass and tall, binding trees creating an archway over their heads. It was magical.
"I can't believe we actually did it!" He said, leaning up against a tall tree and inhaling a deep breath.
"I know." She twinkled, playing with the golden ring on her long, thin finger. "I'm Mrs. Bartowski!"
"I'm Mr. Bartowski!" He exclaimed and then he looked down at the floor when he realised his mistake.
Sarah's heart leaped and she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, inhaling his soft, sexy smell. She pressed her lips up against his, he let his head rest against the tree's trunk as he cradled the back of her head.
She pulled away slightly, "I love you." She whispered into his ear, as his spine tingled from her breath on his skin.
"I love you too." He smiled. "Maybe we should go back to our wedding now."
Suddenly they both jumped from the sound of a gun shot. They exchanged terrified glances, she gripped his hand and they both ran as fast as they could, Sarah's ivory dress dragging in the mud.
"What's going on?" Chuck screamed.
"I'll tell you, Mr. Bartowski." A dark, sinister voice said.
They both stopped abruptly and looked around anxiously. A dark, Asian man stepped out from the shadows, holding a gleaming silver gun in his hand. Several second later, two much taller, burly men stepped out behind him, like two body guards.
"Who are you?" Chuck said boldly.
"What does it matter? Either way I'm going to kill you." He snarled.
"Your from the ring, aren't you?" Sarah gasped.
The man raised his eyebrows but said nothing, he just held his guns towards Chuck and placed his index finger over the trigger, pulled it back and released.
Sarah screamed "NOO!" She dived in front of Chuck but it was too late, he lay in a pool of his own blood, motionless.
Sarah sat bolt upright in bed, sweat drenched all around her. She flopped back down onto the mattress, relieved that it was all a dream. All the moving around caused Chuck to wake up.
"Sarah? What is it? What's wrong?" He said, putting his arm around her and then he recoiled slightly to find that she was sweating.
"I had a bad dream, that's all." She said, though it felt much more real.
"Okay. I hate nightmares." He groaned. "We'd better get some sleep, you're going dress shopping with Ellie tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah!" She tried to sound enthusiastic, it clearly fooled Chuck because he was asleep again in minutes.
Fear consumed her body as she lay awake, what would happen if they did marry? He would be in constant danger, she came with a past.
Surely he deserved better.
Oh God. She thought to herself. I hope I'm not getting cold feet…
