{A note to the viewers: I had written this story back in 2005 on the Avril Lavigne Bandaids forums and had never finished it... Don't know why, really, 'cause alot of the people who had read it were waiting with bated breath for what would happen next. I'm not sure if I should complete this or not, but if there's some interest in this, then I might as well not leave the audience hanging. :D
Rated T for the violence}
The ancient walls, statues and monuments in Vatican City made the couple feel overwhelmed with excitement and curiosity. The main thing that was held within the Roman country was plenty of holy artifacts and history to be seen upon by the modern day century.
Avril Lavigne's simple black converse, worn from wearing them lots of times during concerts, interviews, and various other things she had to do as a singer, were pounding against the ancient, stoned floor below. It wasn't the least bit smooth, so the 22 year old had constantly found herself tripping at random times. Yet she was always saved by the strong arms of her husband, Deryck Whibley.
The clashing of their hair, light against dark, reflected off of the cascading sunlight below, the couple holding hands while staring in awe at the holy artifacts inside Vatican City. Deryck's eyes roamed over the delicious looking restaurants, knowing that they hadn't eaten since 9 that morning, and it was 2 'o clock now. Avril's eyes, however, were still gazing intensely upon the statues and monuments all splayed out before them, her pretty face twisted down into a curious frown as they continued.
"How about we go eat now?" Deryck finally suggested after looking at one particularly fancy restaurant with a great view on the second floor, overlooking a beautiful park below. Avril's blazing blue eyes finally targeted her husband, now feeling a faint smirk drift across her lips. "Been waiting this long, huh? Sorry, baby, it's just that I got a bit carried away. It's so awesome here!" She finally responded, looking back at the various, holy artifacts once more. "Yeah, I know, but we gotta eat sometime," Deryck said, tugging on Avril's arm and leading her toward the restaurant. "Ah, fine fine!" She finally laughed, letting her husband lead her toward the fancy eating place.
It had been Deryck Whibley and Avril Lavigne's honeymoon after the wedding, and they had wanted to go somewhere where no other celebrity would've thought to have gone after their wedding. This easily resulted in no paparazii or prying eyes or questions to them. Actually, it had been pretty quiet in Vatican City ever since they got there. No people questioned them, and it felt nice to finally feel like a normal couple.
Once their food had been ordered and served, Deryck tore into his lunch, eating ravenously as Avril picked at her soup. "You're not hungry?" Deryck asked in disbelief, finally disengaging himself from the food and looking to his wife with wide eyes. "Heh, I guess not…Hey, listen, I'm going to go to the bathroom. Be right back," Lavigne finally stated, getting up quickly and walking off toward the restrooms, not waiting for Deryck to protest. After a few quick moments, Lavigne glanced back to see that her husband was digging into his food again. She smiled softly in adoration for the famous rock singer, and then veered the other way and headed out the door, back outside..