Disclaimer: In Chapter 1

Pairing: R/T - Future

Author's Note: Thanks for all of the reviews! Note: this is NOT the end!

Dreams really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star Wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where trouble melts like lemon drops High above the chimney tops is where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I?

It was early the next morning, and Rory had to go see Tristan. She couldn't live if she didn't, so that's why she was at doorstep this very moment. After a few minutes of hesitating, she finally rang the doorbell. She could hear him walking to answer the door, seemingly taking for hours but in reality only a few seconds. When he opened the door, he wasn't shocked or surprised, he simply just looked down.

"Rory," he said, obvious hurt in his voice. "Tristan, I think we need to talk," she said, waiting for his reaction. "Yeah, I think we do." He lead her into the all too familiar house, where she had spent so much of her time. It brought back great memories. "Tristan, did you mean it. For good?" she said, in a whisper spoken in so much sadness. He looked at her, a slow smile turning at the corners of his lips. "No," he replied, shaking his head. "Not one bit. It was just an overflow of emotions yesterday, I guess. He paused. "Did you mean what you said?" "No. I mean I guess you could say "overflow of emotions" for me, but I think it was just PMS," she replied, making him chuckle. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in for a hug neither would forget. He gently leaned back, looking deep into her eyes, a slow smile playing on his face. He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face and leaned in for a soft, gentle kiss. He broke away, much to her dissatisfaction. "Is that it?" she said her eyes getting wide in mock innocence. She smiled and forcefully kissed him, giving him all the passion that was needed to forever erase this breaking away.

It was going to be the most unforgettable day of her life. She was getting married to the man of her dreams, not to mention how he had created every detail of her dream wedding. It was perfect. It was on Catalina Island at night, with many candles everywhere. He had had her dress specially made, along with that of her bridesmaids. The ceremony went by fast, as all she and Tristan did was stare into the eyes of the other. Everyone was jealous of the hopelessly-in-love couple. But they envied it with much happiness towards them. Everything was perfect, everything was in place for a great life. All she needed now was time.