Disclaimer: I do not own the Scott Pilgrim series or any of the characters mentioned in this story. All original characters and lines belong to Bryan Lee O'Malley and other respectable parties. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and not to be sold anywhere.

This is a work of fiction, any similarity or likeness to any events or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

AN: If you guys are wondering what this is, this is the teaser chapter for my fall Scott Pilgrim project. Last year, my fall Scott Pilgrim project was Through My Eyes, and it is what put me on the map in terms of Scott Pilgrim fanfiction. So here I am again, planning to write another story for the fall and I plan to make this one as memorable, if not, shorter than my previous project. I will finish The Final Farewell and The Junior Fall Compendium first before I tackle this story but I wanted to release this first chapter for my future fall project. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it down on 15 normal-sized post-it notes. Love you guys! You're my motivation to continue to write Scott Pilgrim stories!

Much Love,

~Voice4TheMute

Voice4TheMute Presents…

"This…this isn't right. There is no way that I can get out of this one! No…no! Shut up! I…I just need time to think." I thought to myself as I laid in bed, staring up at my ceiling. It's four AM and I was completely sprawled over my bed, wide awake. "I mean, how could have this had happen? Everything was going great so far. Nice one room apartment, a cat, food, a couch! Even a girlfriend that loves me! But here I am…laying in my own bed, miserable."

"I can't believe this is happening to me…" I said out loud as I brought my hands to my face and covered it, groaning as hard as I could.

"Scott…could you not do that? It makes sleeping hard…."

"Sorry." I said as I looked over my right shoulder at the lumped body that was next to me. I sighed as I stared at the ceiling again, trying to figure out where it all went wrong…and WHY I couldn't seem to remember anything past midnight. "Why can't I remember anything….!" I groaned again as I felt a foot gently kick me to be quiet.

"Ok…let's start from the beginning…"

A story that isn't in Kim's POV for once…

Twelve hours ago…

I looked at the clock at the airport terminal and then back at my own watch. They both read four-o-clock. "Man…where is she? Ramona is going to flip out if I'm late again. Not to mention that Kim will also flip out if I end up losing her at the airport. Come on…where are you Lisa Miller?" I thought to myself as I stood in front of terminal 7S. I saw the gate open and a flood of people started to pour out. I kept my eyes open though, trying to pin point my friend of almost ten years. "Was that her? Oh, no. She has brown hair. Lisa has blonde hair…I think. Unless she changed it. Oh dammit! What if she changed her hair color since then? S-Should I just shout out her name and hope for the best?"

"LISA!" I yelled, getting the attention of people but not from the person I wanted. I looked around again as the crowds of people disperse and soon, no one came out of the gate. The flight attendants were ready to close the door shut before I sprung into action, catching the door right before it closed.

"W-Wait! I think there's someone left on the plane." I pleaded to the female attendant. She looked at me with a quirked eyebrow as she gently pushed me away from the door.

"I'm sorry, but everyone already left the plane." She said but I looked back at the plane.

"But there was someone that was supposed to be on that plane and she didn't come out!" I said as I pointed out towards the window to the plane.

"Um, I don't know what to say other than 'I'm sorry'. Maybe that person's on another plane or…"

"But I have the info here." I said, taking out the piece of paper that had all the details (written out by Ramona so even I could understand…whatever she meant by that). "It says she should be here at gate 7S"

"Um…Scott?" A voice called behind me as I turned around. There, standing right behind me with her big red purse, stood Lisa Miller in all of her glory. She was exactly how I remembered her. Her shoulder length blonde hair, her pristine eyes, her signature pink pearl barrette that held her hair out of her eyes. It was exactly how I remembered her from high school, but a little bit older…a little be more…mature. "Scott Pilgrim? Is that you creating a scene…again?"

Threshold 033: Lisa Miller's Arrival

"Lisa!" I said, ditching the flight attendant and clasping her hands. "I thought the airlines were in cahoots and sent me a proxy plane to kidnap you!"

"Excuse me?" She said as she raised an eyebrow.

"…because you're a famous movie actress?" I reasoned but she laughed at me...a laugh that I was too familiar with. Off the corner of my eyes, I saw the flight attended slowly inch away from us and continued to work in the background, as if she wasn't seeing anything.

"Please…more like 'upcoming' famous movie actress. Right now I'm a waiter…but I served some big names you know! I once served Stephen Spielberg once! "Lisa said, in-a-matter-of-factly. My eyes widen at the name.

"Seriously?"

"…ok, my co-worker did. But I took pictures!" Lisa said, whipping out her phone and showing me her phone wallpaper of Stephen Spielberg sipping on coffee.

"Whoa…no way." I muttered as I dropped the piece of paper that Ramona gave me. I saw Lisa bend down and picked it up, looking at the written instructions. She tilted her head in confused as she flipped it upside down to read it again.

"Um…Scott. I think I figured out why you couldn't find me."

"W-why?"

"Because, you were reading the gate number upside down. I was at gate 5L, not at 7S." She said to me as she pointed it out. I looked at the number and turned my head to see if I could see it the other way around. In fact…she was right.

"Oh…"

"The instructions were written right side up too, Scott. How did you screw that up?"

At Sneaky Dee's later that night…

"Hey! There he is! Now everyone is here!" Wallace said as Lisa and I came in and instantly spotted the ridiculously big group of people inside a single booth. Everyone waved as us as Lisa pulled up a seat and I took a seat next to my girlfriend, Ramona.

"So Scott, you feeling it yet?" Wallace asked as he took a sip from his pink margarita. Everyone around me already had a drink in hand I felt a little left out.

"I'm going to get myself a beer, I'll be right back. Nice you see you guys again!" Lisa said I saw her get up and head over to the bar. Kim couldn't help but smile to herself as she kept taking small swigs from her glass of beer.

"Feeling what?"

"The pressure man! In one week you'll be-"

"Mr. and Mrs. Scott Pilgrim." I finished his sentence. He always said that. Every day he reminds me of how many days are left until the wedding. I heard Ramona give a small scoff at the sound of 'Mrs. Scott Pilgrim'.

"You mean Mrs. Scott Pilgrim-Flowers." Ramona corrected as Lisa came back with her beer and took a seat right next to me.

"Oh yeah, …you've yet to tell me the story of how you proposed, Scott. Come on, fill me in! All I got was an invite to the wedding. Didn't even get a position as a possible bridesmaid. I mean, come on Ramona, if it weren't for me then you and Scott will probably never gotten together." Lisa said as she took a swig of her beer.

"The story isn't special. I mean, it felt like it was time that I proposed to Ramona." I started.

"I hinted at him…hard." Ramona added.

"…and finding the ring wasn't that hard…"

"I helped him find it. Then helped him find a cheaper ring that had the same glamour." Kim muttered.

"And the scene was set. My apartment. A home cooked meal…a starry Canada night…"

"I helped prep the food." Stephen said aloud.

"I picked out the day when the sky was the clearest…" Julie bitterly admitted.

"And then…after our delicious meal and cuddling on the couch…"

"My couch…" Wallace chimed.

"…I proposed to her." I said as I saw Lisa's eyes sparkling with awe. Everyone else gave a groan of anguish by the story. But I didn't care. It was the scariest thing I had to do in my entire life…other than the whole ex-boyfriend things. I felt proud…and I was thankful for my friend's help…however small it was.

"Woooow…" Lisa said as I puffed out my chest in accomplishment.

"And then we celebrated on the couch." I said but then received a very hard punch on my arm from Ramona as well as some inappropriate whistle from everyone else. "Ow! W-what?"

"Scott! They didn't need to know that!" Ramona said, covering her face in embarrassment. As everyone was laughing at the awkward air that was created. Kim, however, was glaring at me.

"Wait, you what? The couch? The couch that I sit on, read, and sometimes use as a lounging bed? THAT couch?" Kim said, gripping her mug really hard. Any more pressure and it would have surly shattered in her hands.

"I…maybe…ok, yes. But It was for good! Celebration!" I reasoned.

"I'll 'celebrate' you!" Kim said as she threatened to get up, but was held down by Stephen. I could hear Lisa laughing in the background by the small scene.

"Well, Kim. This is what happens when you live with Scott Pilgrim. I mean…I would imagine you would have found your own place by now. But here you are, a year later after moving back to Toronto…living with Scott Pilgrim."

"Urg…that's what I get for not actively looking for an apartment…" Kim mumbled as she took as seat and took one big swig from her mug to finish off the rest of the beer. I could see Ramona rubbing her forehead.

"Even now, I still feel kinda weirded that you, of all people, still live with Scott. I mean, even I can't live with Scott for that long. No offense honey. As soon as I was able to get my old place back, I moved straight out of Scott's place and back to my place. But you know…I still consider Scott's apartment my second home."

"Yeah…for obvious reasons…" Kim said as everyone laughed again. "It's bad enough that my room consist of a pallet, a bedsit table, and a curtain that divides the living room in two. But you know…after a week with Scott and Ramona, living there isn't as bad. Don't get me wrong, as soon as I find a place and getting the hell out of there, but if I had to room with anyone, I'm kinda glad it was you Scott."

"Aww…" Both Wallace and Lisa said as Kim shook her head.

"…and whenever Scott and Ramona do decide to bump uglies, I always have my headphones to drown you guys out."

"W-Why don't you leave the house!" Ramona asked, still embarrassed.

"Pff…my room. I'm not getting out of my room just because you two wanted to do the four legged vertical cha-cha.

"That's…disturbing." Lisa mutter, sipping her beer.

"So my groomsmen, how are things setting up?" I asked, trying to get the mood from uncomfortable to slightly more comfortable.

"Things are still going according to Stacey and Ramona's schedule." Groomsmen number one, Stephen Still said to me. "The tuxes are almost ready so when they are, Neil, Wallace, and I will go finalize them."

"Seems like the photographer that we selected was good enough for the job. We saw his portfolio of another wedding and we all agreed that this guy is the best…" Groomsmen number two, Neil Nordegraf said to me, looking at his drink.

"And the person doing the open bar said he'll do it for free…" My best man, Wallace Wells, said smirking a bit. I raised an eyebrow at that comment. It didn't sit right in my stomach.

"…how did you do that?"

"I have my ways…" He said as everyone in the booth took a swig from their respective cups.

"Ok…so how about the bridesmaids?" Scott asked Ramona, then at the ladies of Ramona's court.

"Well, the place is set. As long as we don't cancel on them, then they'll keep the entire place open for us. All day. All night." Julie said, official party planner and sadly, the MC for the wedding.

"The florist said she's a bit behind but promises that the flowers will be ready by wedding day." Stacey, bridesmaid number one, said to me.

"Food will definitely be ready. All the orders are set, we have the guest list, and everyone will be fed. As long as you don't invite more people, then everything will go as planned." Bridesmaid number two, Knives Chau, said. She was slightly a temporary bridesmaid due to college but she helped out whenever she could.

"The dresses need to be finalized…" Kim Pine said, the maid of honor. "…but like hell I'll be the one that'll be finalizing them. If I'm wearing a dress it will be for this wedding, then my own wedding. That's it."

"Heh…like I can see you getting married, Kim…" Lisa remarked as I overheard it and laughed instantly.

"Haha, yeah. Kim? Getting married? That's a good one." I said as I felt the burn of Kim's gaze on me.

"Scott, I hope you remember that we're going home together. When you find yourself alone…I'll get you…" Kim said as I suddenly felt my life in danger.

"I…um…" I said as I looked around and took Ramona's mug of beer and drank it, despite the complaints of Ramona.

"Don't worry about it, Scott. I'm coming over at your place tonight, remember? I'm make sure she doesn't kill you. You're getting married afterall." Lisa said, crossing her arms and smiling. I finished off Ramona's mug (again, against her complains) and exhaled really loudly.

"Thanks Lisa…" I said, looking over at her.

"Lisa?" Kim asked as she looked over at Kim.

"Yeah…?"

"…nevermind…" Kim said, looking away from the group.

"Well, I guess the wedding is a go then. Only a week left…you sure you guys are ok?" Wallace asked again as Ramona and I looked at each other. We smiled, lacing our hands together and looked at Wallace together.

"Totally."

"This will be the best wedding ever. You'll see." Ramona said as Lisa instantly lifted her glass in the air.

"Totally! To Scott and Ramona!"

"To Scott and Ramona!" A drunk Knives said, lifting her glass in the air as well as everyone else joined in.

"To Scott and Ramona…!" Everyone else cheered.

"Pilgrim…" Kim muttered as we made it back to my place. Lisa insisted that she could pick up her own bags up the stairs so I allowed her to. "…I swear to God…tomorrow is my day off. If you wake me up, I'm going to tar and feather you. And I don't mean use honey. I will go out of my way to find tar and throw it on you. Then feathers…"

"But that'll hurt Kim!" I complained as she unlocked the apartment door and walked inside. Our apartment was originally a single room, single bathroom, single kitchen/living room apartment but with Kim's modification…well…it was the same but with a curtain that divided the small living room in half. But I didn't mind. I didn't take much space and Kim looked very settled in. It was nice having her around. It gave me someone to talk to other than Ramona or Gideon (the cat) and it meant that sometimes I got food. Win-win in my situation. Ramona didn't like it mostly because of our history, but I reassured her that nothing will happen between us. As for Lisa…well…

"I can't believe you're risking the wraith of your fiancée, Scott." Lisa said, lagging behind us since she wanted to carry her luggage up the stairs. "I mean…me staying here? Kim is psyched, but if Ramona finds out…"

"She'll be fine. I mean, you're helping out by assisting in the wedding dress and whatnot. It's just a temporary thing until your sister comes back from her trip anyways, right?" I said, waiting for Lisa to get to the top of the stairs. I looked over to where Kim was and saw that she already passed out on her pallet. "Haha…look like Kim KO'ed." Lisa poked her head in and saw Kim asleep on her makeshift bed.

"Haha…poor Kim. Even now she couldn't hold her liquor." Lisa moved into the living room and set her stuff down. "Well, the night is still young. Wanna continue to drink and catch up?"

"Uh…sure. I think I still have some stuff leftover from the last party we had here…" I said, walking towards the fridge and opening it, seeing what we had. Five beers and a half bottle of vodka. I took it out and showed Lisa, who nodded in excitement.

"We can easily finish all that!"

"W-We?" I hesitated.

And so…a half bottle of vodka and a few beers later…

"Dude…I can't believe you're getting married." Lisa said as we sat at the headrest of my bed. It wasn't big, but big enough when Ramona came over to sleep.

"I know…it's such a huge step…"

"Do you think you're ready?" Lisa asked as I grumbled at the question.

"Wallace already asks me everyday…" I said to her as I took another swig of my beer, but Lisa leaned in towards me, her face getting a little too close for comfort.

"Yeah, but that's in front of your fiancée. She's not here. Are YOU ready?" Lisa asked again as I leaned back a bit and looked away.

"O-Of course I am. I mean…there's no other way, right? This is supposed to happen. Two people who love each other should get married. Plus Ramona is planning her perfect wedding…so who am I to deny her that?" I asked her. Lisa smiled slyly before knocking back the beer in her hand and crushing it in her palm.

"You're the fiancée Scott! It's a fifty-fifty wedding, right? Besides…I don't think everyone should get married…"

"What are you talking about? I thought it was every girl's dream to get married. You know, to have that perfect, fairy tale wedding." I said, rather confused. Lisa just laughed at the idea.

"Sorry, Scott. But not all girls could be hopeful little girls like you." She teased, sticking her tongue out. "People are meant to be free. To do whatever they want. They wanna get married? Get married then. It's only a label. You don't need a ceremony to solidify your love." That echoed in my head a bit.

"….it marriage really just a label? Do we really need to get married?" I thought as I looked at Lisa, already starting her next can of beer. "Seems you look set on staying single…"

"What are you talking about? I just don't believe in marriage. I mean…if you love the person, you don't need a social standing to tell you that. You just….do! Marriage is silly…" Lisa said as she brought her drink to her lips and took another sip. Her eyes darted towards me, catching her looking at her lips. "See something you like, Scott?"

"Uh…n-no! I mean…I…" I stammered as I took another swig of my drink. I heard Lisa giggle as she moved closer to me. "I saw you looking at me Scott. What do you think you're doing. You're going to be a married man this weekend. I hope I'm not creating a …distraction." She said, looking at me with soft eyes…almost seductive eyes. I felt my own eyes widen as I got up from the bed and placing the can on the night stand.

"Hahaha! W-Would you look at the time. I guess I should-"

"Oh calm down Scott! I was just messing around. But it is getting late." Lisa said as she placed the beer can on the night stand as well and got up. She walked over to me gave me a drunken hug. "Guess I should go and see if Kim left me a space on her pallet for me to sleep. God forbid I sleep on the couch after hearing what you and Ramona did on it…"

"…sorry."

"It's ok. I'll see you in the morning." Lisa said as she went to the door left my room. I sighed as I felt like I dodge a huge bullet. But what Lisa was saying was true. "Is marriage REALLY necessary? I love Ramona…Ramona loves me…so is it all needed?" I looked over at the beers that were left over and sighed. I knew that those beers would go bad if I left them there. I picked up the rest of the beers and walked over to the door, heading to the kitchen.

4:00 AM

"Urg…what in the world…" I murmured as I woke up, my head spinning as I brought and hand to my head, trying to ease the headache. I looked over to the clock and saw that it was four in the morning. Groaning, I flopped my arms outwards and sighed out loud. "Woke up waaaaaay to early. Damn you Lisa. Drinking too much…"

"…don't say my name in vein…"

My eyes widen as I heard Lisa's voice right next to me. I looked over to my right shoulder to see a body huddled in the blanket right next to me. I felt sweat form on my forehead and weirdly, around my body. I realize then that I was naked…and I hoped…PRAYED that the person next to me was Ramona.

"R..Ramona?" I said as I looked at the body mass that was covered in blankets move. A head poked out as all I saw was a mess of blonde hair.

"Come on now…you had it right the first time…" Lisa Miller muttered as she looked over at me then flopped back down on the bed. "Now be quiet…it's still too early…"

OH MY GOD. WHAT HAVE I DONE?

To Be Continued…

Fall 2011

Until Next Time…!