Hey hey hey! It's mwah again, typing of the best story idea I've ever got! (okay, I admit…it's a parody from a local movie here!) So if anybody objects, please be nice and don't flame me! Just give me a chance to finish this! Pweeeezz?

Oh, and for my other story OUTSIDE THE ROPES, I have to remove it due to lack of inspiration. Sorry guyz… Just read this one first and tell me if this suckz. :D

I give you my 3-in-1 love story, Because of You! (inspired by Keith Martin's latest single!) Read and review!

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PROLOGUE

(Three years ago…)

"Is it right to sell this car?" Stephanie McMahon asked.

Chris Jericho drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his red 1975 Volkswagen Beetle as he drove through the main roads. Both of them were quiet, just listening to some music, until this happened. He cast a confused look on his fiancée, surprised by her sudden question.

"Of course," Jericho replied, running his hand on his thick blonde hair. "Am I making a mistake?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I just want to know. It is your decision."

Jericho played with his retainers using his mouth, smirking the whole while. It only seemed like yesterday when he proposed; now he and Stephanie have been engaged for a month now, and within a week, they will finally be married. He cast another glance on Stephanie, watching her tuck her brown hair behind her ears, noticing the rock on her engagement finger sparkling in the sunlight as she sunk in the passenger seat and crossed her legs, looking out at the window.

Looking at her now, Jericho felt he must be the luckiest man in the world.

"So…what did your parents say?" Stephanie asked him again.

This time Jericho barely flinched. "That selling the car was a good idea for more money. My parents said that this was definitely a sacrificial state for me. And besides, we really need more loot to spend for our wedding. After that, things will finally be in smooth sailing. Isn't that great?"

Stephanie smiled at him. "Now that I think about it, it is a great idea."

Jericho grinned excitedly, winking at Stephanie as he stepped on the gas pedal, speeding the car off to their destination.

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(The Wedding Day)

Soft organ music played in the church of St. Pond's, decorated with all the white laces draping over white heart-shaped cushioned chairs and the altar. A red velvet carpet went all the way to the entrance, while a giant bronze statue of a god was right behind the altar, huge muscular arms spreading like a majestic bird. Roman columns stood sturdy to support giant laces. Flower arrangements were decorated all around, the perfume of lilies and jasmines hanging in the air.

Visitors started filling in, naming family and relatives, and finally the bride and the groom's friends came, all of them still young and fresh out of college, building up the noise in the somehow peaceful church. The familiar faces included was a bridesmaid named Debra Wilson, a college buddy of Stephanie and Adam Copeland, Jericho's very best friend and the best man of this wedding.

The groom finally arrived, his shoulder length hair tied behind him, his white suit freshly washed and pressed from the smell, giving high-fives to all his friends and giving Adam a bear hug. After that, Jericho looked around the church, ready for the afternoon wedding. Everyone sat down in the chairs, looking as excited as he is.

What Jericho really felt excited about was his bride and his future wife, Stephanie McMahon, walking down the aisle in her most beautiful dress he had seen her model around before.

"Wonder where Steph is," Debra asked Adam. "Everyone's here."

"Must be in traffic," he answered.

Several minutes passed. Jericho started calling Stephanie on his cellphone as he wiped the sweat building on his forehead. Debra was doing the same and now she was getting worried. Adam, on the other hand, who offered to go to Stephanie's house, approached Jericho by the altar and shook his head, a look of dread on his face. Jericho scowled and dialed her number again.

But to no avail. No one even answered.

Nighttime. The flowers were already dead as soon as the sun dropped. Other visitors became impatient and started going home while others still refused to leave. With a sigh, Jericho clicked off his phone just when the priest walked towards him and tapped his watch.

"You have to tell them, son," the priest urged him calmly.

Jericho only nodded mutely. As he walked to the altar, he felt eyes watching him go, some of their expressions angry, confused, or sympathetic. With a heavy heart, he took the microphone, announcing the words he never thought he would say on any wedding.

"The wedding will no longer be continued."

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Jericho walked to his old Beetle, found that it was the only car in the parking lot of the church. He have waited for everyone to leave, kept saying to everyone that he will be alright about a hundred times until they're all satisfied and left him alone. He opened the car door and slammed it shut, ignoring the "JUST MARRIED" sign by the trunk and the tin cans strapped onto it as he leaned on the steering wheel, tears running down his smooth face.

Through wet eyes, he looked at the interior of his Beetle, remembering every detail before he'd even sell it. He loved this car to death; a lot of memories were stored in it along with the girl he only adored much. And now it made him think.

Sometimes, he wished the car had a life. Like it would see or hear or respond to everything that was happening. But it was mute, only witnessing events that are unknown to it.

"I wish the ones who'll own you will take good care of you," Jericho told the car in a shaky voice, wishing it would answer.

But it didn't.

(t.b.c.)

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