A/N: I wanted to add more to the summary, but I feel like that would ruin the story. Although it's a little foggy at the moment, everything will come together in the end. This is my first fanfic for the movie She's the Man. So please, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own She's the Man, or any of the character from the movie. (:

"Darling! What have you done to your hair?" my future step mother exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" I looked once again in the mirror. Oh god, I look ridiculous. I patted down my extremely bright yellow and ruffle-filled dress. "What's wrong with my hair?" I questioned.

"Well… it's a bit messy." She said with a sour look on her face. I was a little hurt. Messy buns are my signature look!

"Here, let me have Viola fix that for you."

"Alright!" I smiled. Viola Hastings. My best friend forever. My personal stylist. And the girl who is currently dating my future brother.

Viola walked in wearing a show stopping little black dress. As soon as her eyes landed on me, I already knew how she was going to react.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA oh my god. OH GOD. Oh dear. Alyssa… I am so sorry that you got dragged into the whole maid of honor thing. And… I'm kind of sorry that you have to wear that dress, but it's just so entertaining for the rest of us!" Viola tried (but failed) to contain her laughter.

"Well, it's YOUR fault! If you hadn't declined being the maid of honor for Ms. Drayton- err… I mean mom, I wouldn't have to be." I heaved a great sigh, but laughed along with Viola.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry. Now, let's do something about your hair." Viola forced my unruly waves into soft and silky chestnut colored strands.

"Wow." I sighed. "Now, can you do something about the dress?" I asked hopefully. Viola burst into a fit of giggles again, and replied, "Sorry sweetie, you're on your own."

Ms. Drayton's head popped through the doorway. "Ladies, ladies, let's go! We got five minutes!" She left as quickly as she came.

Suddenly, it all came crashing down. My father was getting remarried. I'm getting a new mother AND brother. I mean, daddy and Ms. Drayton have been dating since I started high school, but…this was too much. How could my father ever forget about my mother… they were soul mates.

"Mommy, mommy! Look what I brought you today!" I pulled out a single white rose from behind my back and surprised her.

"Oh Aly, that's wonderful. How did you know that I love roses?" She mustered up all her energy to form a smile. She wheezed. She looked beautiful, even without a head of hair. Her lips and face got more and more pale every day.

"Daddy told me." I said, pouring my mother a glass of water. I choked back tears as I turned towards her and handed her the glass.

My mother smiled at my father, who stood in the doorway.

"Aly, I can't even find the words to describe to you how wonderful you are. You've been brave. So strong. And so talented. Honey, I think it's pretty clear that I don't have much longer. But I want you to know that I'll always be by your side. I'll be your melody. Don't ever give up on music. That's the only gift I have ever been able to give to you. I'm sorry I couldn't shower you with toys and dresses like the other girls. I'm so sorry. But I want you to know that, I love you more than you would ever know."

A single tear slid down my mother's cheek, and I wiped it away with my miniature finger.

"I love you too mommy…" I reached for my mother's hand.

"Promise me. Don't ever give up on music. And always take care of your father. Never smoke. That's what got me here. Don't blame the world for anything. And love with all of your heart." My mom lifted my hand to her lips, then to her heart. And with her last words came her last breath.

Viola took one look at me and rushed to my side. She gave me a big hug as a fat tear rolled off my cheek.

"Alyssa, it will be okay, I promise." She grabbed a box of tissues and voluntarily wiped the tears off my face. "Let's fix your make-up and get going before Ms. Drayton comes back!"

I nodded my approval. As long as my father was happy, I would be happy too.

I stood up there in front of all of my dad's closest friends and family, and also my new mother's Junior League ladies.

"Do you, Cheryl Drayton, take Thomas Ronald Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

My step mom smiled as she said, "I do."

"Do you, Thomas Ronald Anderson, take Cheryl Drayton to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

I held in my breath. As long as he's happy. I caught my father's eye, and gave him a warm smile.

"I do."