Cookie- Hay everyone, I'm here for a new story! I was trying to sleep when this idea came up to me, so I typed this at 2 am LOL. I don't want to bore you with a super long intro so let's just get right into it, shall we?

Warning: Rated T for mild violence, sexy stuff, and language. May be rated M later.

Amu's POV:

Don't. You can do this, Amu. Don't be a wimp. Don't freak out. You can do this. I believe in you.

Just kidding. You can't. You'll make a bigger fool of yourself than you did when you got 6+3 wrong in math class in 6th grade. I look both ways, my heart skipping a beat, then straight ahead at the mirror again.

My strawberry pink hair's up in a bun, and on the very top there's a silver tiara. Oh, god who knows how much that tiara is. I can't run away from it now, considering they paid a couple thousand dollars for some fancy head gear.

I attempt to sigh, but it's cut off and I catch my breath. This dress. This tight dress where I can barely breathe in. I'm going to trip over it, then rip it. Yes. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll be sent to the ambulance and it'll all get canceled! Yes, yes, I'm a genius.

As I swirl in the dress once, though, I frown. They probably spent over ten thousand dollars on this… why would I ruin it now? I play with the laces and sigh (or try to) and adjust my stupid tiara.

I attempt my walk down the aisle, and trip over my own shoes. My own, two sizes-too-small shoes. Maybe I could pretend to twist my ankle, then be sent to the hospital? And get a concussion, too! That'd be perfect! I could—

I stop, and shake my head. What's wrong with me? This is my wedding, for god's sake! I can't believe I'm even thinking about getting out of it. I mean, I said yes to him for a reason, didn't I?

Then again, I was drunk that night. But still. He's been my boyfriend for four years now, and I'm not going to end it now and tell them I wasted all that time with somebody I didn't even love. Did this mean I was a terrible girlfriend?

"AMU!" I turn around and see my old friend, Yaya, running up to me with a big, orange and yellow dress. Before I can reply she gives me a big hug and jumps back.

"Wow, Amu, you're soooo stunning! Look at you!" She squeals, and snaps a picture before I can reply. I laugh and shake my head. This was the same Yaya that I've known back in elementary school. The same one that would say the craziest things, and do the craziest stuff.

"You're beautiful, today, too, Yaya," I smile, and she beams. And I'm being honest, actually, too. She does look beautiful. Her hairs up into a side ponytail, and she's wearing a puffy, frilly orange and yellow dress.

"I'm flattered, Amu-chan~! But you look beautiful-ER! I can't wait until he sees you! He'll be so stunned he won't ever take his eyes off you ever again!" Yaya squeals again. She's finally out of her habit of saying "Yaya this and Yaya that' and actually learned what "I" meant.

I stiffen and force a smile. I quickly scan the room, thinking of a way to change the subject. Something. Anything. She was making me even more nervous than I already was, which was pretty dang nervous.

"OH!" I cry suddenly, and Yaya looks up and tilts her head.

"Is something wrong, Amu?" she asks, confuzzled.

"I-I just gotta go change my makeup! You know, how that sweat can like.. so yeah." I awkwardly speed walk out of the room, feeling myself blush. Was that the only excuse I could think of? Why would he even want to marry me? I'm so lame and awkward.

At least I got out of that situation, though. The nerves are killing me. As I enter the bathroom, I boredly glance around. What was I going to do? Yaya was right out there, and I couldn't just walk back out, looking exactly the same as I did when I left. I mean, Yaya isn't that stupid, now, is she?

As I stare into the mirror, I frown. Why would I even be having second thoughts on my marriage, anyway? He's handsome. He's rich. He's the most caring and sweet guy on the planet. What else is there? Isn't that what every girl wants?

Not to mention boring. And a workaholic. A tiny voice in my head adds in. I shake my head. He's not a workaholic! He's the boss of Tokyo TV, what would you expect? Sure, I don't see him a lot, but that's because he's working! And he's not boring, either! Like he took me on that romantic cruise once…

But didn't he have to leave for his interview with a magazine company? I swallow hard, and rack my brain for other dates, but my mind goes blank. Come on, there must be another time! What about sex? Yeah. I remember, he's really good at it. The last time was last summer, when he had a full week off. It was so romantic, I mean, we—

What? Last summer? It's spring, now. Almost a whole year we didn't do anything?

Don't worry, Amu. It gets better after marriage. Doesn't it? I stare into my reflection thoughtfully. I mean, I want kids, right? Unless.. He thinks they're a burden. If so, then maybe we could get a dog… but I don't like animals that much… but everyone says we make a perfect couple.. so we must, musn't we? But still, I don't want no damn dog…

Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by small sobs nearby, and I look up from the mirror to see where its coming from. It sounds familiar.. isn't that Rima?

I walk over to the stalls, not even minding that my dress is picking up water from the ground, and peek under one of the stalls to see petite little feet.

"Rima? Is that you?" I say, carefully, and the sobbing stops. Before a response can come I open the stall door and gasp.

"Rima.. what happened to you?" I cry, and invite myself into the stall. She's a mess. Her hair's all over the place, her mascara is streaming down her face, and her pretty pink lip gloss has been smeared all over her arm.

She stares at me with an attempt of a straight face, but her bottom lip quivers slightly. What's going on, today!

"Rima, what's wrong?" I ask more softly, and kneel down to her height. She looks away and shakes her head.

"It's nothing, Amu," She says, and quickly wipes away her tears, along with a load of mascara. "I-I'm fine."

I roll my eyes and help fix a strand of hair in her face. "You're obviously NOT okay, Rima. Tell me, what happened?"

"It's nothing!" She snaps, sending an icy glare, but then her face softens a bit. "It's your special day.. I'm not going to fuck it up with my own problems. Just.. just go get ready." I sigh. Stubborn, stupid Rima. She never cries. In fact, she's usually the one that's helping other people. Or making other people cry herself. The last time she cried was when.. she figured out she won the manga drawing contest.

I exit the stall and stand around, my head whizzing with thoughts. Yaya's standing out there, probably wondering why I'm taking so long, Rima's in this fucking stall, crying for some reason she's too stubborn to tell, and here I am, unsure of my own wedding. What the hell is wrong with me?

The over head speakers suddenly turn on, and I look up in horror.
"Amu Hinamori, please come up to the flower studio so we can give you your bouquet. The ceremony starts in twelve minutes." Shit. Shittyshitshit. I nervously stare at the clock and then feel a whopping pit in my stomach take a flip. This is it. This is the day everything changes.

I skitter down the hallway as I hear the music start. Shit! I'm going to be late for my own wedding!

I practically run down the stairs, and in front of the doors just as I see my father, ready to lead me down the aisle. He's smiling proudly, and as I come he links my arm to his. "Amu.. I'm so proud of you! This is almost as fabulous as Ami-chan's wedding!"

Ugh. Ami has to pop up into every conversation, doesn't she? Perfect, little Ami. With her little perfect fucking life with her perfect fucking husband and her fucking perfect two thousand facebook friends. Ever since we were little, all spotlight shined on her, and only her. Her and her stupid modeling company. Where was my spotlight?

My thoughts were interrupted by the doors opening for me. Shit. It's time to go in.

As we walk into the aisle, I'm blinded by the fact that there're over two hundred pairs of eyes staring at me. Who were these people, anyway? His fangirls? I look up and see him, smiling brightly at me. Well, there's no escaping this, now. I force a smile back, and walk a bit faster, basically dragging my dad, who's giving a thumbs up back to Ami for some reason.

Finally I get up on the stand and wack my father's arm away, then go back to look at him. Wait, what the hell.. is he crying? I inspect a little more, and sure enough, there're tears at the rims of his eyes. I kind of want to laugh, really. I'm not THAT excited.

I scan the room, and spot the people out of the crowd that I actually know. Sure enough, there's Yaya, laughing about something, and then Kairi, watching her thoughtfully. Then there's Kukai, smiling at me and giving me a thumbs up. Then Rima, sitting there with a rock hard face. Where was Nagihiko?

He must be late, I conclude and listen in to the priest's gibberish that I hear at every wedding.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony.." Fuck that. I'll just zone out and think of what I'm naming my children.

"Hotori Tadase, do you take Hinamori Amu as your lawfully wedded wife?" He asks, and I zone back in. This is it. When do we kiss? When is this over? I want to go home, dammit.

"I….. I do!" He squeaks, and gribs my hands tighter. The priest turns to me.

"Hinamori Amu, do you take Hotori Tadase as your lawfully wedded husband?" I look up, and move my mouth to speak, but I can't. I stare at Tadase, who's staring back at me eagerly with teary eyes, then back to the silent crowd, waiting impatiently. Even the priest is a little jumpy, now.

I can't. I can't do this. It's just not meant to be.

"I-I can't!" I say in a daze, and the whole church erupts in gasps and whispers. I feel a sudden wave of regret wash over me and my eyes skit around the room, trying to think of what to do. Why am I so stupid now, of all times!

I suddenly look back into Tadase's eyes. He's frozen, staring back at me, expressionless. I feel a deep imaginary spear pierce my heart. He's so innocent.. too innocent.

"I…. I'm sorry, Tadase," I force quietly, and pry my hands away from his, and, since this is the only thing I can do at the moment, I run out of the church through the double doors, and feel over two hundred pairs of eyes follow. I can't do this! I feel like I'm in some fricking movie, for god's sake! I make my way into the parking lot, and kick off my heels, heading for my car. When I finally realize that I left my keys in my purse, I spot a taxi nearby and run in.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asks, raising an eyebrow at my dress.

"Anywhere… Anywhere but here." And we go off.

And this was the day my life completely changed.

Cookie: YES I'M DONE HOLY CRAP THIS IS LONG! Ok, So what did you people think? I know, Amu was little OOC, but that's because she SHOULD be out of character, for right now, at least.

Long intro, I know, but I wanted to have a look at each character for now so that I can use it later on in the story! Don't worry, kids, Ikuto's coming (-; but only if you review, so I know people read it!

R&R! Longer or shorter chappies, you decide. And also I want to here if this was good or not! X)