DISCLAIMER: NOTHING IS MINE. I OWN NONE OF IT. (As if you didn't know that...)

A/N: Okay, this story is based on Stephen Lynch's portrayal of Robbie Hart in the Broadway adaptation of The Wedding Singer. So, I wasn't thinking of Adam Sandler (Which is a given since he's movie!Robbie). Obviously I can only write based off what I saw, so all the characters are based off of the OBC.

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Robbie Hart didn't really know how he had gotten into this situation. No. Scratch that. He did know. He knew exactly what had landed him here. Julia.

Julia was responsible for doing this to him. Maybe if she hadn't made everything so hard he might have ended up with a somewhat normal life. But no. He wasn't even allowed that one luxury. He'd wasted so much time running around Vegas and for what? He'd just been too late and ended up watching Julia and Glen trotting around the casinos looking happy and blissful.

Finding them had been surprisingly easy, considering how lucky he had been. "Ronald Regan" had found him, asked him to sing at a wedding and it had happened to be Julia's wedding. Robbie couldn't do it. The two of them looked so happy, he had just turned and slipped out before "Regan" could find out that he had gone. All the courage and confidence that he'd had on the plane ride over seemed to vanish in that one moment.

Now he just felt stupid. He'd felt stupid on the plane ride home and Robbie continued to feel stupid after getting home. He had done nothing since then, mostly sit in the basement and mope. Practically living in band t-shirts and boxers seemed to be working for him right now, so he wasn't about to change it. It had already been a few days and so far he had managed to avoid leaving the house at all.

And then came the knocking. He got up, reluctantly, and climbed the stairs to answer the door. After of course a moment of waiting to see if someone else was going to answer. Robbie really didn't want to leave the basement right now…or ever.

"Hi Robbie." Holly said when Robbie opened the door. She was standing on the door step dressed in a tight lacey black midriff-bearing top, jean jacket over it, flow-y black skirt and ankle boots.

"Holly? What are you doing here?" he blinked, the sudden burst of sunlight blinding him temporarily.

"I was just," she paused "-wondering if you would want to go out tonight."

Robbie shook his head. The last thing he felt like doing was going out with Holly, even if it wasn't a date. "I don't think-"

"Come on. Everyone else will be there!"

Robbie could see that she wasn't about to give up anytime soon. "Okay." He replied with a sigh.

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"What happened Robbie? You finally decided to come out of the bat-cave?" Sammy teased, just as they were all sitting around a small table.

"Shut up." Robbie retorted with his arms crossed.

"Sammy!" Holly scolded, whacking him playfully. "Leave Robbie alone."

"I was just-" Sammy started.

"Can't you see he's in pain?" Holly put in matter-of-factly.

"Oh thanks, Holly."

"No problem." Holly said with a wink.

"Hey," said a familiar voice.

The three of them turned their heads to see who it was that had spoken.

Holly squealed excitedly and giggled madly. "JULIA!!! YAY!" she jumped up from her seat, threw her arms around her cousin and continued screaming. "What are you doing here?"

Julia shrugged. "I just…I came back. I wanted to see you all."

"We wanted to see you too!" She said, completely ignoring the fact that she was speaking for the entire group.

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course. Sit."

Julia squeezed herself into the booth, next to Robbie. "Hey Robbie-"

Robbie looked flustered the moment that she took her seat next to him. He started to say something but was talking really fast so it all came out like "HeyJulia. IhavetogoI'llwalkhomeokaybye." With that he climbed clumsily over the table, pushed past the crowds with some difficultly and disappeared out the door.

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Robbie felt sick. He sat down on the curb, took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. It was all he could do to keep from throwing up.

It was odd how quiet it was outside, considering all of the craziness that was going on inside the club; you would think that it would be much louder. Robbie nearly jumped when he heard his name coming from behind him.

"Robbie."

"Wha-AH!" Robbie fell over and lightly smacking into the pavement. "Oh, hi Julia."

"Hey." She hurried over to him and helped him to his feet. "Are you all right?"

"Oh yeah," Robbie nodded. "I do this ALL the time."

She giggled. "I'm sure."

Robbie gave her an awkward smile and ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah. So…you all right?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

Robbie gave her a small smile and a nod. "Good."

Julia stared awkwardly at the ground before speaking. "Actually…I'm not."

"Maybe you should talk to Holly about that." he said quickly, trying hard to avoid any sort of conversation. It was just too weird.

"Robbie, it's-" she put a hand on his arm and looked up at him questioningly, only to have him interrupt.

"Look. Julia. I have to go…it was, uh nice to see you again. I hope you and Glen had a good time in Vegas…it looked like it. Congratulations and…everything."

Just as he was starting to walk down the street, Julia grabbed his arm and turned Robbie around. She was confused. "Wait. What do you mean 'it looked like it'? Robbie what-"

"I was there."

"What? Why?"

"I went to look for you." He was twisting the truth quite a bit, but right now he didn't really care. "And then I saw you with Glen and uh, I found you! So…I left." Robbie stared awkwardly down at the ground, concentrating hard on the cracks in the pavement.

"Robbie…" Julia said sadly. "I didn't marry Glen. I couldn't."

This helped Robbie's attitude considerably and when he responded, his head popped up maybe a little too eagerly. "Oh… I- Sorry."

"Nah, you were right. Glen was a jerk."

"You were too good for him."

"Robbie?" She inched closer to him.

"Julia I-" Before he could say anything, she put her hands on his shoulders and brought her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Nothing overly sloppy, but it wasn't completely innocent either. Robbie was the first to pull away, but only after what felt like an eternity.

Julia smiled up at him contently. She was scared of what he might say, but she didn't show it. Or at least she hoped it didn't show.

He smiled back at her for a brief moment before replacing his current expression with a frown. "I'm sorry Julia." Robbie said, turning on his heel and walking slowly down the street, the earlier feelings of nausea were returning, his legs felt heavier with each step that he took. He could only wonder if what he had just done was the right thing, what this all meant and what he would feel like in the morning. It took all of his remaining willpower not to look back at Julia.

A/N: Oh, I hope that wasn't too bad? This really is just a product of one day of boredom, but if people like it, I'll definitely continue! Please be nice when you review as this is my first fanfiction ever. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!