Bloom put her small hand into Baltor's, curving her fingers around the back of his. She gave a small smile to him as they together looked at the man who stood before them. The priest held a bible in his hands and spoke slowly, setting the mood. He looked up at Bloom who was smiling bigger than before.

"Bloom, wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?" he said, nodding at her.

Bloom nodded back, "I do."

The priest looked over at Baltor who was sweating like a fat man at a gym. Drops of sweat dripped off his lip and chin, staining his rented dress. The priest shook his head and continued on. "Baltor,wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"

Baltor began to shake, "Uh...I...uh."

"Baltor?..." Bloom started to say, her voice getting higher with anger. Why was he hesitating?

"I...um..."he said, drops of sweat runing down his face like rain on a window during a storm. He let go of Bloom's hand and brushed back his hair. He then wiped the sweat off onto his white dress that he wore. He felt more comfortable in a dress. He felt free and loose. (Bahaha)

"Baltor! SAY YES!" Bloom screamed. In the background, two girls began to laugh, muffling it so they wouldn't be too distracting.

Baltor shook his head and picked up his dress. He ran down the aisle, almost tripping over the beaded hem. "I caaaaaaaan't!" he screamed as he ran down the road, leaving Bloom to cry at the altar.

Tears streamed down her face, black eyeliner following each tear to the bottom of her jaw. Her crys got louder and louder just as her tears got more to what was like a waterfall on her face.

Laughter bursted out from behind her. The two girls couldn't hold it in anymore. Macie, the one with the black braid, held her stomach from the pain her laughter caused. The other girl with blonde hair, Calla, fell over onto Macie's lap, laughing like a mad man. Macie moved back and forth on the chair legs untill she fell backwards onto the ground, stopping her laughter, but only for a second. She continued to laugh, groaning at the pain on her butt here and there. Calla had also fell but was rolling on the perfectly cut grass.

"Guys! Shut up!" Bloom said, stomping her foot. They didn't stop but two guys came running down the aisle screaming a war cry. A buff, tattooed, shortly shaved brown haired man with a shotgun began shooting people like crazy. A drunk redneck that was actually really cute followed behind, waving his arms in the air, holding a beer bottle.

"WOO!" he yelled, excited. "Shoot em' Francis! HEAD SHOT!"

Bloom fell to the ground, head blown off, blood squirting everywhere. The priest fell to the ground, not because he was shot but because he had too much fried chicken earlier before.

Macie pulled out her twin pistols and ran up to Francis, the buff guy, and jabbed the guns into his head, "You!"
"Me," he said back.

"I hate you." Macie pushed the guns more into his head.

"And I hate weddings," he replied. Macie pulled her guns back and nodded.

"Yeeah, weddings are a bitch."

Calla ran up to Ellis, the redneck, and hugged him tightly. "Ellis~!"

Ellis smiled and burped, "Hiiiiiii darlin'."

Suddenly, a loud screech came from behind them and they all turned slowly to see a witch, or a super creepy zombie lady with freakish large claw hands, came after them. They ran away as fast as they could over the sunset.

"Damn it Ellis! You startled the witch!"

And That's what Bloom's (aka xBloomStarx) wedding will be like.