Author's Note: New chapter:) I finally updated! Sorry it took so long. As always, review, review, review! Enjoy!

"You WHAT?"

Alejandro shot a worried look to Cody. "Mi amor, I thought you wanted me to ask Cody to be my best man!"

"Don't "mi amor" me, loser. Tell me again what you did."

He sighed. "I told Cody that Gwen could be your maid of honor."

"Did you even THINK about asking me first? You know I hate her!"

"Preciosa, that was years ago. Can't you put your hatred aside for a day?"

He covered the phone with his hand. "Cody, this isn't working."

Cody shot him a thumbs up. "You got this, man! Hey, you said you wanted to be a lion tamer!"

"Are you seriously comparing my fiancée to a lion?" he said with a glare.

"Put my hatred aside? Are you kidding me? That creepy goth would crash the wedding! She'd poison the food! She'd put red ants in my dress! Are you seriously psycho or something? Am I marrying a nut job?" Her voice blasted through the phone.

"Okay, MAYBE you have a point."

He uncovered the phone. "Chica, you have it all wrong. I get Cody, probably the only person other than Owen that would agree to do this, and you get Gwen!"

"Were you listening at all? I hate her!"

"But I thought you said you wanted someone ugly? Gwen is the closest you'll get, unless you want to go with Beth, or Katie and Sadie!"

"Oh, so now every other girl is gorgeous. You're marrying me! All of them are supposed to be ugly!"

"Mi amor, you know you are the only girl I see. Everyone else is hideous. Is that what you want?"

"No! I want Gwen to NOT BE MY MAID OF HONOR!"

Alejandro groaned. "All she would do is hand you a ring and walk down the aisle with Cody. And you'd look even better in comparison."

"No way."

"Fine. I didn't want to do this, but if you don't say yes I will ask Owen to be the best man instead. He'll definitely eat all the food, lose the rings, and ruin your dress by hugging you. He'll insist on Izzy being the maid of honor, and the whole wedding will literally go up in flames. Or, Gwen could be the maid of honor, and the worst she could do is be moody. She won't blow up a wedding. She's not evil."

There was silence on the other end. "Consider it, mi amor. She's probably changed over the years. Just like us."

"We haven't changed."

"Preciosa, we're getting married. We changed quite a lot. But in a good way. We get each other for our whole lives now, mi amor."

"You suck, Burromuerto."

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

"Shut up."

He smirked. "Is that your way of confirming the yes?"

"Possibly."

"Thank you. I love you."

"Whatever. I can't believe I agreed to this."

"Me either, actually. Talk to you later."

"Okay."

She hung up the phone and turned to Lindsay. "This is the sixty fifth dress I've tried on! Can you find something that actually matches my figure and skin tone?"

"Sorry Hannah! I'm trying! And anyway, what were you and Jalapeño yelling about?"

Heather shrugged. "I can't believe I'm about to discuss this with you, but he's being a selfish jerk."

"Being? He is a selfish jerk!"

"Thank you so much for the support. That really made it better," she said, her words oozing sarcasm.

"No problem!" Lindsay said obliviously. "What did he do that was so selfish anyway?"

"He promised Cody that GWEN could be my maid of honor!"

Lindsay looked confused. "But don't you and Greta like, hate each other?"

"Yes! That's why I'm so mad!"

"But Gail is so much nicer now?"

Heather stopped short. "You're in touch with Gwen? I thought she avoided all things cheerleader!"

Lindsay laughed. "Tyler is like, best friends with Trevor! And Trevor and Gwen always hang out, so I see both of them."

"Trevor? As in Trent? Did they get back together?"

"No," she said, but she added with a whisper, "but Trevor totally likes her! And she likes him too!"

"Why am I even asking? I couldn't care less about their love life. The point is, Alejandro sweet talked me into agreeing, so I have to somehow get her to agree to do it."

Lindsay batted her eyelashes. "I thought this was the girl who couldn't be manipulated? Or do I have you mixed up with someone else?"

Heather sighed. "You're right, for once."

"Greta won't even say yes anyway."

A devious look spread across Heather'a face. "That's true. I can try to make her agree, but poor me! She absolutely refused! Oh well, I have to find a new maid of honor. Sorry, Al."

"Wait, you already talked to her?" asked Lindsay, confused.

"No," Heather sighed, "But if I make it obvious that I want her as my maid of honor, she'll say no."

"But I thought you didn't want her?"

"I don't, Lindsay. It's called manipulation. Doubt you've ever tried it."

"Is that when you don't eat meat?"

"I give up."

Lindsay squealed. "That means I win!"

"Whatever. Can I have Gwen's number? I want to get this over with."

Lindsay recited the number, and Heather typed it in. "Okay. We're obviously not going to get anywhere with the dress, so I might as well meet Gwen."

She dialed the number

"Hello?"

"Gwen? It's Heather."

There was silence on the other end. "Why are you calling me? I'm currently single, so I don't have a relationship for you to screw up."

Heather groaned. "It's been years. I'm not like that anymore. Well, at least as much."

"That doesn't explain why you're calling."

"Look, can we meet up? There's something I want to discuss with you."

"Whatever. But if this is a trick of any kind, I swear I will-"

"It's for real. Come to my place tomorrow?"

"Fine."

"I'll send you the address."

She clicked her phone shut. "Well, that was surprisingly civil," she said to Lindsay.

"Maybe you'll become friends!"

Heather scoffed. "That's as likely as you learning what the word manipulate means."

Author's Note: Hope you liked that! REVIEW! By the way, check out the story I'm collaborating with Wish I Was a Pirate on! It's on his page, called Wonder What WE Think of Them? Aleheatherness! I'm Heather! Tell me if you checked it out!