Summary: He was absolutely perfect, but Amy didn't want perfect. Amy wanted excitement, a man who would sweep her off her feet, a man who could handle all of her quirky little traits. Jay just couldn't be that guy, no matter how hard he tried.

A/N: So this is my first time playing around with AU, and I'm a bit nervous, but I love both of the pairings, so it was fairly easy to write. Dedicated to And (cherrycokerocks) and Vera (Heel Princess), who are both two great AU writers. I hope you ladies enjoy!

Please R&R, guys =)

"So, we're really gonna do this?"

Amy looked up from the chair she was sitting in, her eyes locking onto the gaze of the man standing in front of her. His long blonde hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and was absolutely immaculate in his sharp, cream-colored suit. He's perfect, Amy thought. And that was the problem: Amy didn't want perfect. Jay was a nice enough guy and Amy liked him, but she didn't love him. The redheaded beauty knew that it wasn't the same on his end, but she didn't have the heart to tell him that. They'd been friends since the tender age of seven, and that friendship had continued on through their teen years. Jay had even stepped in at the last minute to be Amy's prom date, after the guy she was initially supposed to go with had dumped her for her prettier, bustier, blonde best friend Trish. It stung even to this day when she thought about it, but Amy was grateful that Jay had been there to save her from the humiliation.

Never in her wildest dreams had Amy thought she'd be sitting here, in this small chapel, with Jay, about to get married. She'd always vowed that she was never going to get married, and if by some small miracle she changed her mind and did decide to get married, it would be on her terms, with someone she loved, someone who she envisioned spending the rest of her life with. Her parents were the one that had been pushing for this marriage to happen since she was 16 years old…after all, Jay was a preppy rich kid from the upscale part of town, while her family struggled to make ends meet each month and often shopped at the bargain store. To them, Amy marrying Jay was a match made in heaven, and they didn't care if it made Amy seem like a gold digger or not.

"I suppose," Amy replied, sighing a little as she stood up and dusted her dress off. At the insistence of her mother, Amy had reluctantly agreed to wear a dress for what her mother referred to as "the happiest day of your life", but stood firm in the style and color, which was black, of course. Her mother had begged and pleaded with her to pick any other color but black—yellow was the one she'd originally suggested—but Amy had stuck by her decision. She figured that if she had to wear a dress, it should at least be one that she could feel comfortable in. Black pants and a tight top would simply just not work, even if that's what she had originally wanted. She smiled as Jay offered his arm to her, even though she was having serious doubts about this whole thing.

"You look beautiful, Ames," Jay commented shyly, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. He ran his thumb over the redhead's palm gently, in an attempt to not only calm her nerves and reassure her that he wanted to go through this, but to calm his own nerves. He'd dreamed about this moment for the longest time, ever since the summer that Amy had went with him and his family on vacation to Cancun during the summer after their high school graduation. If he closed his eyes, he could almost smell the salt in her hair from the water, the blue bikini she'd worn, and his favorite attribute, her smile. It was probably the thing he loved about Amy the most. His mom always said that Amy could light up a room with that smile, and he'd always wondered what she meant until their trip to Cancun. Maybe she didn't love him now, but he was going to do his best over the course of their marriage to show her that he was completely devoted to her and only her. The Toronto native just hoped that Amy would at least grow to a point where she was comfortable with him, even if she never loved him. That was all he cared about.

"Thanks, Jay," Amy replied, the atmosphere growing more awkward by the second. She really didn't know what else to reply, so she blurted out, "You look beautiful too."

At that, the blonde broke out into laughter, shaking his head and lightly placing a kiss on the top of Amy's head.

"I'm glad you think so, I waited six months for this suit to get here," he stated as the two of them continued down the long hallway. "Imported directly from France, and made of 100% authentic silk." He ran a hand over his pants to emphasize his point.

"Uh-huh," Amy said, not really paying attention. All she could think about was the fact that, in less than half an hour, she would be Mrs. Jay Reso, and the life she had grown accustomed to would be gone. If he makes me be his little housewife, I'll castrate him, she thought to herself. The bombshell just could not envision herself in a little dress with an apron over it, bringing beers to Jay and cooking him meals every night when he got home from work. Being Mrs. June Cleaver was not something she had aspirations of being.

"Well, are you ready?" Jay asked as they approached the area where funerals and marriage services were held. There were about three hundred or so pews filling the small room, but there was only one person sitting in there besides the minister: Amy's best friend since birth, Stephanie McMahon, was the only person that Amy wanted to be there during her wedding. Her father and mother had no idea about the wedding; they were expecting it to be in June, but Amy figured that she and Jay would just have a formal ceremony later. She didn't want to have to deal with wedding invitations and flowers and all that business right now…she just wanted to go in there, say "I do", be pronounced man and wife, and get out of there. Stephanie was the only person she trusted to not blab the secret. Jay's parents hadn't come either, and Amy knew that the two of them were sure to catch hell from their families once they caught wind of the nuptials occurring without their consent.

Amy managed a shaky smile at Stephanie as she strolled down the aisle, her legs shaking and her knees knocking. Having her best friend there would relieve some of the tension, hopefully. She just hoped there wouldn't be any unwanted or unannounced surprises…like she'd told Steph before the wedding; she didn't want it to go on any longer than it had to. She kept her eyes in front of her as she walked, and when she reached the spot where the minister was standing, she turned around to see Jay. The next sight that she observed almost caused her to drop her bouquet in shock.

What was Chris doing here?

Hope you all enjoyed :) This was originally supposed to be just a oneshot, but I couldn't end it there and leave you all hanging, now could I? I'm shooting for a twoshot with this….the next part will be up soon :) Loves to all who review!