A/N A/N Yes, you hate me. Yes, you're running at me with spears and throwing forks and stuff, and tomahawks and grenades (What can I say, I play a lot of COD), but seriously, I've been SUPER busy that I can't read Fan Fiction anymore because I've been so stressed with school because I have to 'do good and stuff' to get into a good high school, since I really want to get into Lane Tech, so I've been trying to fix my C-average grades to A's and B's, and with ISAT's and NWEA and all that good stuff I seriously have had no time at all, but I seriously have a million documents on my laptop but it doesn't connect to the Internet because of DNS setting and...yeah I won't bore you, but my laptop sucks, so here I am on my computer which sucks, trying to type this for you. As I said, when school ends, I'll probably post unlimited amounts of stories and y'all are gonna want to kill me for that (hopefully not) So, children *soothing voice* put away the tomahawks and snipers and frag grenades or diamond swords, just calm down. Anyway, I always dream up my version of Joe and Rachel's Wedding so I really wanted to post it for you guys since I've been giving quite a few months thought (That is, when I'm not getting in trouble for something, or watching Sherlock season 3, which, so far, is awesome, even if my best friend spoiled it for me, or just playing Minecraft or doing homework) and this is my version of Rachel Morgan and Joseph Solomon's wedding.

P.S. I am now obssesed with Minecraft.

And PewDiePie

And COD

And Minecraft YouTubers. Like seriously obssesed. #TeamTDM #SkyArmy #SorryForTheHashTags #Swiftrectioner #DoYouWantToBuildASnowman #SnowmanLonersForLife #ThatWasAndInsideJoke #MeAndMyFriendsAreLoners

Enjoy,

~Alex

Cammie POV

"So, what do you say, Gallagher Girl? Do you want to join them?"

"I do."

Zach took my hand and led me to where everyone going to the altar was waiting. I had yet to slip on my heels, so I did as Liz had told me, and slipped them on, wincing when my feet started to immediately ache, but then I reminded myself it was for something good.

I shared a glance with Bex. She mouted, 'Are you okay with this?'

I nodded and tried to smile. I was happy for my mother. She deserved a fresh start with a man she loved. She deserved many things that I couldn't give her.

Macey was frantic, headset still on, yet not a hair out of place. I didn't know when she'd found time to do her make-up and change because when she arrived to where the wedding was being held, she was in a t-shirt and shorts, her hair in a ponytail, but now she was in a beautiful silver-cream dress that stopped a few inches above her knees, with cream high heels, and a beautiful silver pendant my mother had given us each as little treats.

Zach was still holding my hand when my mother came, looking stunning, radiating, beautiful, or any other synonyms for those words. Her dress was simple, yet elegant, with delicate ruffles towards the bottom and glittering strands interlaced in her blinding white gown with it's long train flowing easily behind her. Her hair was done up in a half-bun half-loose style, with the veil and a small crown. My mother looked like a twenty-year-old, was what I thought.

All of a sudden, the music started and my mother took a deep breath, and so did I, as Macey gave her headset to one of the guys opening the doors to the ginormous tent that the wedding, with miniature pews and everything, was going to be held.

First the flower girl, my little cousin Myriah, who was three years old, and then the ring bearer, Myriah's eight-year-old brother, Carlos stepped first, both looking proud, Myriah being careful where she threw the petals on the beautiful red carpet with white and gold trimming.

Then Grant, holding tightly to Bex's arm, stepped first and they walked graciously down the aisle, both smiling, and Bex's straight white teeth matching the radiance of every other white item in the room (which were 63 items, to be exact.) Bex looked like the goddess she was meant to be, with her dress matching Macey's and exact same makeup, her cocoa skin glowed, along with her teeth.

Liz gave me a smile as Jonas offered his arm and Liz accepted, Liz trying her best not to trip, succeeding quite well because of Jonas's strong grip, weak as he may look. Liz looked like an angel, even though we all knew better. She too, matched Bex, Macey and I, but her look gave innocence, even though Liz wasn't as innocent as she used to be, even with makeup covering that up.

Macey and Preston stepped forward, and Preston, despite his nervousness, smiled, while Macey grinned, holding on to Preston's arm, looking like a supermodel, but still young and normal at the same time. Macey looked satisfied, happy, sad, and every other emotion that I felt today.

At long last, Zach took my arm, and I accepted graciously, walking down the beautiful, looking at my best friends, all of whom were smiling like I'd almost never seen them. Joe looked like the happiest man alive, on his wedding day to my mother. I felt a small prick of fear, thinking if we were attacked...but I quickly brushed the thoughts away, because Zach squeezed my hand, bringing me back to reality. He stood next to Grant, Jonas and Preston, and Joe, while I stood next to Macey, Liz and Bex, and soon, my mother.

Townsend took my mother's arm and led her down the aisle. My mother looked like a princess-no, a queen. Her beauty was of a princesses', but her grace was that of a queen. She walked slowly, even though I knew for a fact she and Joe were bursting to be together. I mean, it was quite obvious, just by looking at them.

My mother stood besides Joe, both of them smiling, and making everyone else feel satisfied and their "radiance beautified upon everyone it fell upon."(Kudos and cookies to who can figure out where this line from a book, just not GG, comes from.) I looked at Zach, and he gave me a small smile as Townsend returned to his seat besides Abby and held her hand tightly, Abby's dramatic strap covering her bullet wound. The priest smiled, and began his speech. I didn't pay attention, instead I scanned my mother and Joe's faces. The only look you could say was on their face was pure joy.

I started listening when the priest turned to Joe and said, "Do you, Joseph Solomon, take Rachel Cameron to be your lawfully wedded wife, to care for her in rich and poor, in health and sickness and to never stop loving her until death may part you?"

Joe's voice was firm and steady, like it was during our CoveOps lessons so long ago, as he said, "I do."

The priest turned to my mother and said, "Do you, Rachel Cameron, take Joseph Solomon to be your lawfully wedded husband, to care for him in rich and poor, in health and sickness and to never stop loving him until death may part you?"

My mother's voice didn't tremble or quaver as she smiled and said, "I do."

The priest raised his Bible and said, "Then by the power in me, I pronounce Joseph Solomon and Rachel Solomon to be married man and woman. You may now kiss the bride."

Joe hesitated for about half a second and then lifted my mother's beautiful veil, and kissed her. Zach must have known how nervous I felt about that, so he lightly squeezed my hand.

Then we started walking back down the aisle, everyone standing up and applauding. Macey had gotten the designers to make it rain confetti, and I'm pretty sure all the guests carried rice that Macey had most likely given them.

Everyone clapped for my mother and Joe, who held tightly to each other's arms, united as one, married, united by their love, I guess you could say. My mother with her beautiful pearl white smile, and Joe with his smile, made the perfect sight. The photographer(s) were snapping pictures, just as Macey had wanted, and she didn't even notice the photographer got one photo with flash by accident, since she too, was too busy clapping and cheering for my mother and Joe.

We all followed behind them, Zach holding my arm, and everyone threw rice on Mom and Joe as they exited the tent, just as we burst into the open sunlight on that beautiful 4th of July. Somewhere in the distant, yet so close, town of Roseville, there were fireworks all over the place, and a part of my heart knew that America had dedicated some of her love-and fireworks-to Mom and Joe.

"So, you think they'll still let me visit you?" Zach's voice was playful in my ear and I kissed him as I said, "Depends. They might not."

"Well you know I'll figure it out somehow."

A/N You guys like it? The ending is what REALLY BUGGED ME! Like, seriously bugged me, cause I couldn't figure out how to end so I just decided on playful Zammie :)

By the way, do you guys want to build a snowman?

Or review?

I'm totally fine with either.

~Alex :)