A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews, good an bad! I appreciate them all(: In this story Brooke and Julian are not dating, I'm not sure what I want for them yet. Also Sam is still in Brooke's life! But things are about to get interesting so stay tuned, and please Review!

Haley's POV.

I was gonna have a panic attack in a few moments if Peyton and Brooke did not pull into the parking lot in the next few minutes. I sat alone in the bride's dressing room out of breath after running around informing everyone of the delay. Luckily Luke bought Brooke's lie and a Mia was entertaining everyone with her voice and piano playing. There was a knock on the door and my heart started punching the inside of my chest.

"Uh, uh." I stammered as I ran around trying to think of what to do. "Who is it?"

"It's Nathan and Luke, can we come in?" He asked.

"Shoot," I whispered to myself. "Uh, just a minute!" I looked around trying to come up with some lie. "Uh what's that Peyton? You don't want them to come in here? Well okay, it is your wedding, whatever you want." I yelled. I felt a little odd talking to thin air, but hopefully Lucas and Nathan bought it. I ran over to the door and collected myself before opening it. I cracked the door enough for me to slip out and quickly shut it behind me.

"Uh, hey what, what are you guys doing here?" I stuttered, something I occasionally did when I was nervous.

"Well Lucas wanted to see Peyton and I wanted to check if everything was alright with you." Nathan explained. I leaned against the frame of the door and tried to look casual. "Well, Peyton doesn't want any one to see her besides Me, Brooke, Karen, well anyone except you two really. She just really, really, really, doesn't want to see you until she walks down that aisle." I rambled.

"Hales, relax okay. I just want to talk to her and make sure everything's alright." Lucas reassured as he reached for the door knob. My heart was beating so hard, that I was sure at least Nathan could hear it.

"No!" I yelled as I smacked Lucas' hand and he quickly drew it back. "Uh, She was really adamant in her decision. You know how Peyton is, and the fact that she's pregnant has her hormones raging out of control, it's like one moment she's sweet and then BAM! She turns into a vicious lion, and I'm not talking about Simba, I mean a vicious, vicious lion, if you go in there you could have an eye taken out, or maybe even a leg, you know? I'm just looking out for your own health really, I mean Nathan you know how I was when I was pregnant, so you really do not-"

"Haley, your rambling again." Nathan cut me off as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Oh. I hadn't noticed." I said truthfully.

"Geez, If it means that much to her, I wont go in. Just tell her I'll see her at the alter." Lucas gave in holding up his hands as if he were surrendering. "You wife is nuts." Lucas unsuccessfully whispered to Nathan.

"She was your best friend first." Nathan unsuccessfully whispered. I jabbed both of them in the stomach simultaneously and they both hunched over in pain.

"Sorry." They said in unison.

"Tell Peyton not to be too long, and did Brooke ever get the shoes? Everyone's waiting." Lucas asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Brooke's got em'. We'll be out in five minutes tops. So don't worry about a thing best friend just be ready to walk down that aisle." I reassured more of myself than I did him.

"Thanks Hales, see you out there." Lucas smiled as he departed leaving Nathan and I alone. Nathan waited until Lucas was out of sight before speaking.

"Alright Haley, what's going on?" Nathan asked.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong at all." I lied.

"Haley, I've been married to you since forever. I know when something is wrong." he pushed. He stared me dead in the eye, challenging me to lie again.

"Ugh, fine. Get in here." I looked both ways in the hallway before pulling Nathan into the dressing room and locking the door.

"This room is empty." Nathan concluded.

"I know, why do you think I'm freaking out here?" I began to pace the room again.

"So where is everybody?"

"Peyton, ran off." I blurted.

"What?" Nathan yelled in shock. I hushed him.

"Keep your voice down."

"What do you mean, she ran off?"

"She left us a note, saying she went to clear her head. Brooke took off looking for her, and I stayed here to tell this bogus lie she made up, and keep everyone calm, all the while I'm freaking out!" I huffed.

"Okay, well I'm sure Brooke knows Peyton well enough to figure out where she is. They should be here any minute." Nathan assured me. He sat me down in a chair and told me to relax.

"Yeah okay. Where's Jaime?" I asked.

"Men's room, with Mouth and Skills." He replied. I nodded my head.

"Lucas is gonna freak out if he finds out about this. By the way, you can not tell him anything! Brooke's gonna kill me when she finds out I told you." I warned.

"Well you might just get an early funeral, because there they are coming this way." Nathan pointed through the windows in the back door. My heart immediately stopped racing and a thankful smile crept across my face. Peyton and Brooke knocked on the back door and I didn't hesitate before pulling it open.

"Oh, thank God! I was about to die of a heart attack if you two weren't here in five minutes." I sighed.

"Sorry, sorry." Peyton repeated apologetically. "I'm here now, and I'm ready to get married, that's all that matters." I nodded in agreement. Brooke began fixing Peyton's dress, as I readjusted her veil and hair.

"Did Lucas and everyone buy the story?" Brooke asked still preoccupied with Peyton's dress.

"Yeah, yeah. They all think Peyton broke her shoe. Mia is entertaining the guests with some piano playing and singing." I said.

"Great. Everything's getting back on-" Brooke stopped talking as she looked up for the first time. "Why is Nathan standing there?" She asked pointing toward him. He gave a little wave and a crooked smile.

"He he." I laughed weakly. Brooke gave me a glare. "I'm sorry, okay. Geez, I cracked under the pressure." I explained. Peyton giggled a little.

"See this why you can't trust married people. You tell one of them to keep a secret and they swear one means the their lover too!" Brooke huffed. "Expect less secrets from me after today P. Sawyer." She grabbed her bouquet and headed toward the door. I grabbed mine, handed Peyton her's, and hurried everyone out the door.

"Lets get this show on the road people!" I yelled

The music played gently as Lily Scott walked down the aisle throwing rose petals. Jaime followed behind her momentarily carrying the rings. He looked just like his father in his suit. I stood next to Brooke, Karen, and Mia, while Lucas was accompanied by Nathan, Mouth, Skills, and Andy on his side. I held tightly to my bouquet as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I noticed things while I was standing up there among the many seated people. Like how Lucas fumbled with his thumbs because he was nervous, how Nathan held his hands behind his back, when he was tired of standing, how Karen's eyes always looked worried, no matter how joyous the occasion, or how Brooke wore a brave smile, no matter what was going on in her head.

Personally when I was in high school, I would've probably betted this would be Lucas and Peyton's wedding day, but I would've secretly hoped it was Brooke walking down the aisle to my best friend, no disrespect to Peyton. I just always thought that what Brooke and Lucas had was so perfectly imperfect, it was a breath of fresh air. Lucas Scott changed Brooke Davis and that doesn't happen often. Besides, their hearts were the same. I squinted in the sun as it beat in front of my face. I looked around at all the faces who had shown up. Deb, Junk, Fergie, Whitey, Millicent, Rachel, Julian, Chase, Victoria, and many others. My eyes skimmed through the seats, noticing people I'd seen before, and some I hadn't. I skimmed left and right then suddenly my eyes quickly went back t a place they ha passed. Was that Jake Jagielski?

Brooke's POV.

The traditional music began to play, which was a shock knowing Peyton Sawyer, you'd think she'd walk down the aisle to Led Zeppelin or something. I guess being pregnant made her sentimental, cause the duhn, duhn, duhn-duhn, was ringing in my ear. Peyton hooked arms with Larry Sawyer as they made their way down the aisle. Smiles were plastered across everyone's faces. I had to admit, I was a bit jealous. My best friend was living my dream. Getting married, having a baby, it was supposed to be in the stars for me but so far it had been deemed impossible. Peyton may not realize, and would probably argue differently, but things seemed to come so easily to her. It was a jungle out here for the rest of us who didn't fin their true love I high school, or who didn't have someone they were apparently tied by the soul with no matter what.

Peyton reached Lucas, when her father kissed her cheek and took his seat. Lucas held her hand tightly as the minister began to speak. I found myself blocking out all the words being spoken an stared at Peyton ad Lucas' hands intertwined. The sun irritatingly beat on the back of my neck. My wedding wasn't going to be outside, that's for sure. Someplace big and elegant was defiantly what in the picture. I wanted to design my wedding dress and all the bridesmaid dresses, and everything would color coordinate. Maybe a lilac and mint green color scheme would look good, or a deep red and orange for something a bit festive. The only thing missing out of this fantasy was the groom. I involuntarily let out a loud sigh, then quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard it. Everyone's attention was on Lucas and Peyton luckily.

The only person I had ever said those three magical words to was standing at the alter right now. There were times when I would've thought that was unfair, but those days were long gone now. You don't meet a person like Lucas Scott everyday, and when you do, you ought to hold on tight. My mind flashed back to everything that had ever happened between us, and a small smile crept across my face. It was funny how sure I was about him being the one for me, and I used to think he was sure too. It's weird how things change. Was I jealous? Honestly, yes I was. But in a way I had no right to be. I shouldn't dwell in the past while standing at a "predestined" wedding. Lucas Scott wasn't the guy for me. There was once a time, when I told him to fight for me, and I meant really fight. If it was meant to be, he would've never got tired of fighting, right?

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." The Minister finished.

Crap. I thought. Did I really just daydream through the whole wedding? Everyone rose to their feet and erupted in applause. Lucas and Peyton sealed their marriage off with a kiss, and that was that.

I'm happy for them, I thought half heartedly.

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