Hey darlings. This is my submission for the Zoey 101 LJ Challenge; the theme being a wedding drabble. Will you let me know your thoughts?

The pink satin of her bridesmaid's dress clung to her legs as Zoey slipped along the side of the church. She had been ready to begin her trek down the aisle behind Lola, Paige and Quinn's twin cousins when she received a 9-1-1 text message from Chase. Responding quickly to the emergency signal, Zoey flew passed the wedding planner and out into the bright day. The sun beamed, intently it seemed, upon this ancient church, where two of her dearest, oldest friends were about to marry. At least, I hope they're about to marry!

"What is going on?" Zoey stepped up onto the gazebo, where the trio waited impatiently. As she embraced their sophisticated appearance, a wave of nostalgia knocked her over the head. She'd known these three since they were immature, squeaky-voiced boys. And now one was getting married, and another was engaged. It was a delightful combination of bliss and reality that simmered in Zoey's heart.

"Don't ask us! He insisted you come." Chase, never one to do well under pressure, began to pace.

"Yeah, I need you. You two," the attractive director gestured to his friends, "go to the church. We'll be right there."

Uncertain glances and whispers anchored the men's departure.

"Logan, is everything okay?"

"I need a favor." He was perspiring, but in a tuxedo it was rather charming.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Kiss me."

Zoey's hazel eyes grew to the size of walnuts. "What?! Logan, how could you pos-"

"Please Zoey, just listen." He reached out to cup her shoulders with his palms.

"Remember that day, our first year at PCA, when the girls beat the guys in the basketball game? Well after we lost, I told myself that someday I would get to kiss you… I can't believe it took this long… But I never go back on my word…"

Zoey resisted the urge to slap him. "You are marrying my best friend, the girl you are supposed to love!"

"Hey!" His mouth turned down in soberness. "You know I love Quinn. She means everything to me."

"Then how could you-"

"Because I… I…" Few could say they'd seen Logan Reese stutter.

"You meant… you mean a lot to me Zoey, as annoying and way-too-stinking-proud as you can be. I love you, not that way!, but yeah… and I'd really appreciate if you would do this for me."

The blonde crossed her arms in her distinctive haughty fashion. "Why? So you can win some stupid bet with yourself?"

"No. Because I want you to be the last girl I kiss who isn't Quinn."

Now, we can't state for certain her incentives, whether it be the sincerity in Logan's tone, the softness that swept over his face, or unacknowledged, repressed emotions Zoey held for the boy she despised half of her teenage years.

Yet then, under the gazebo, two who loved each other (but not that way!) found closure…

And forty-six minutes later, two who loved each other (very much that way) found purpose.

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