A/N: I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed my stories. I've only been a member for a month, but you guys inspire me to write more and do better! You are all amazing and I love you so much! Thank you!

Now, have some more CoLu because I simply cannot get enough of it! The idea came from Taylor Swift's song Speak Now. I took some creative liberties with it, but whatever. Enjoy!


Lucy ran as fast as she could.

As her footsteps thudded along to the beat of her heart, the image of Levy's face flashed in front of her eyes.


"Yeah, Erik is getting married today." Levy told her conversationally over coffee. Lucy had just returned from a four year course overseas. It made sense for the two best friends and former roommates to want to catch up, since they hadn't really been able to talk except over email.

At Lucy's stunned gasp, Levy gives her friend an alarmed look. "Didn't you know?" Levy asked slowly. Lucy shook her head as tears filled her eyes. "It's to Jenny Realight, you remember, that really snotty girl who was a bikini model in college? I don't know if he really loves her or not, but they're getting married in a couple hours." Levy bit her lip, wondering if she should say what was on her mind. "I thought you would know, since you guys were sort of together and best friends before you left."

Lucy shook her head slowly, tears of shock dripping down her cheeks. "No," she choked out. "I haven't heard from Erik in three years. Not even Kinana has said something about this…"

Suddenly, the blonde's tears turned into harsh resolve as she stood. Levy studied her face, seeing a fierce spark of the old college Lucy. Not the new Lucy, the one who had changed after four years of diplomatic training, but the old Lucy.

The Lucy who would never back down from a fight.

The one who had taken a beating, literally, and laughed it off.

There was no way she would let Erik get away from her, not this time.

Not when she could do something about it.

"Where are you going?"

"I have a wedding to crash."


After getting the directions from Levy, Lucy had wasted no time in running off to stop her old boyfriend from making a horrible mistake.

As she ran, memories of their time together flooded her mind.


"C'mon, Luce! Let's go already! Geez, woman, I thought you would've been ready hours ago, the way the Blue Shrimp was saying you were all riled up!"

His warm, callused hands threading through her thick, blonde hair as they talked about classes. Sometimes his head would rest in her lap, or the other way around. Their friends teased them about being a couple, but they never reacted to that. They were best friends and nothing would change that.

The way he would hum as they walked or studied. He didn't know he was doing it, but it was a habit his sister Kinana said he always had. And both she and Lucy would know; Erik and Lucy had been best friends forever.

Then came the day she told him she was going overseas for an ambassadorial course, an internship of sorts. He had been very quiet, and only said he hoped they would keep in touch. He had kissed her on the cheek before she flew out.

She tried to keep in touch, and carried a torch for him in her heart for four years, but it seemed like he had forgotten.

Her heart had broken then. Trying to forget him didn't work. Erik had been too much a part of her life to throw him off so easily.

Lucy was going to stop this wedding if it killed her. There was no way on this earth she was going to let her best friend and the only man she had ever loved slip out of her life without a fight.


By the time she got to the hall where the wedding was going to be held, it had already started. Lucy slipped in, hoping against hope that she was in time.

The hall was full. Thankfully, nobody noticed the sweaty, flushed blonde hiding in the curtains in the back. She spotted a few people she knew. Kinana's purple hair near the front, Erik's cousins and her friends Laxus, Rogue, Sting, Natsu, Wendy, and Gajeel, Mirajane and her siblings, and so many of their old friends and classmates.

Then she saw him and the breath left her body.

His darkly tan, brooding, nearly scowling face. The long scar over his eye that she used to trace absently when he rested his head in her lap. His messy, spiky maroon hair that refused to stay down, no matter how much gel had been forced into it. He looked so good in his crisp black suit, her heart nearly burst at the sight.

As she studied his face, she realized something.

He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to get married.

But it seemed like he wasn't going to do anything. To her horror, the justice of the peace spoke.

"If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace."

This would be the perfect moment to speak, Lucy knew, despite how cliche it would be. But she couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot. Could she really do this? Could she step forward and possible ruin his life? Could she hurt her best friend, no matter how much she had been hurt by him?

Could she do it?

So lost in her thoughts was she, Lucy hadn't even noticed that she had stepped out of the curtains and was standing in plain sight at the back of the hall.

And he saw her.

He saw her.

For the first time in four years, Lucy's brown eyes and Erik's single indigo eye met and held. How could she have forgotten what it was like to drown in the depths of his eyes? Those rich, purple eyes that had always enthralled her, even when they were kids.

When he said her name, the entire room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Lucy."

He stepped away from the girl in the puffy, pastry-like dress, (most likely that Jenny Realight girl Levy had mentioned), and down the aisle toward her.

Unconsciously, she moved forward and met him halfway. They didn't touch; they just stood there staring at the ghosts from their pasts.

"Hey," Erik whispered.

"Hey," Lucy whispered back. She bit her lip, searching his face for any hint that he would take exception if she ruined his wedding.

"EXCUSE ME!" A shrill voice burst their little bubble of uber-awareness. The irate bride was standing with her hands on her hips, glowering down at Lucy and her clearly awestruck groom. Out of the corner of her eyes, Lucy could see Natsu and Kinana grinning at her, despite the fact they still seemed a bit stunned to see her.

Lucy suddenly wondered what they must think of her. She was still flushed from running, her hair was a mess, she wasn't wearing any makeup, and she was only wearing an old blue sundress that was faded and well-loved. She looked like a mess, but Erik didn't seem to object. If anything, he was looking at her as if she were the only woman in the room.

"I'm glad you came." His deep voice rumbled all the way down to her toes. "Though I'm curious how you found out."

"Oh, a little blue bird tipped me off. And I'm glad she did. I wouldn't have missed this for the world." Erik gave her the once over.

"I can tell. Be sure to tell your blue friend thank you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this." He took several steps forward, grabbed her by the arms, and pressed his mouth to hers. Gasps and cries whirled around them. Did they care?

No, they didn't.

When Erik and Lucy parted, he pressed his forehead to hers. "So I'm going to take this as you objecting?"

Lucy grinned at him, her hands cupping his cheeks. "Yeah, I'm speaking now."


A/N: EEP! So cute! Leave a review and tell me what you think, please!