Kiss the Bride
By: Kiso
Summary: -Oneshot- Miley can't believe she's about to get married. It feels like just yesterday she was moving to Malibu, performing as Hannah, and then...meeting the man of her dreams.
Oneshots are the funnest things to write. They let all these little snippets of everything in my mind reign free. Fun stuff, right? Ha ha. Enjoy!
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Miley Stewart looked at the third finger of her left hand, and was struck by the beauty of the ring yet again.
She still couldn't believe that she was about to get married. She still couldn't believe the absolutely too-perfect proposal he had offered her.
He held Miley's hand as they slowly walked back from their small afternoon jog. The rain started quickly and slowly, but then got faster a few minutes later. As Miley grabbed his hand and started to run back to the car, he pulled her back and pulled her to him, shielding her face with his own.
"We have to-" she started.
He stopped her with a kiss. "Marry me."
Of course, she had said yes as soon as her brain stopped spinning.
Miley stood up and checked herself in the mirror. Her dress was pure white, showing just the right amount of skin, layers and layers just cascading over each other, complimenting her thin figure. Her makeup was soft subtle, pink and somewhat glittery. Her brown hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders; she glowed from the inside out.
As she walked down the aisle, arm in arm with her father, memories fell on her like the soft rose petals that the flower girl was throwing down.
She remembered kissing his boyishly soft lips for the first time, thinking he smelled like mints and tasted like fruit roll-ups. She remembered looking into his eyes until she had all but forgotten to breathe.
Memories started to play like slides in her head.
"Miley, I love you."
Falling into his arms, playing the Trust Game.
Hugging him.
Kissing him.
Lilly had liked him for a little bit, but had backed off when she realized they weren't really meant for each other. Miley had looked at her, asking "Are you sure?" about a million time until Lilly had shaken her shoulders and nearly yelled at her. "He's yours, Miley! Yours!"
They hadn't fought a lot, but when they did, she had gotten extremely emotional.
"Fine! You don't love me? Well, I-I don't need you!" Miley yelled, not meaning any of it. Just the sound of the words broke her heart.
"Miley, no! Please!" he had begged, making Miley turn around and run into his arms. "Please don't leave. I love you."
Reality hit her when she was standing in front of him, staring into his deep chocolate-brown eyes again. He smiled at her, the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.
Miley only caught snippets of what the minister was saying; she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. The way his mouth curved slightly even if he wasn't smiling, the gold flecks in his eyes. The way his long eyelashes cast shadows on his smooth cheeks. The last part, though, hit her like a ton of bricks. This is real, she thought. This is really real.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Oaken."
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That was fun. I'm sorry if you guys didn't like it; it was just my stupid little idea! Now I'm off to study for an art test. La dee dah.
Smooches!
Kiso