Guess what? It's time for…Who's Getting Married #7
Whatever.

Oh, yeah. Wonderful. You know, this was supposed to be my wedding day. But, you know, whatever. I don't care. At least I'm here. With Zeke. Yeah, I'm with Zeke. I suppose I should have seen it coming. But, whatever, you know? Happiness abounds. Sounds like a song. Better write that down for later. Happiness…abounds… Got it. Now, where was I? Oh, right. Wedding.

So, it's a nice day, and the sun is shining…blah, blah, blah. The bride is in her room, and the groom is in his. That was my boyfriend. Whatever. I don't care. Maybe I do, but only a little. Never mind, I'll just get on with it.

Nothing much is happening, I guess. Mostly there are people trying to get in line for the procession, and I'm greeting people as they enter the church. Of course, they have to get married in a church in the middle of summer in New Mexico, of all places. Sure, that's where we live, but…whatever.

So, there are mothers running all over the place, trying to get everyone in their places, and Taylor's just trying to calm them down.

"Will all the bridesmaids please get in line before Mrs. Montez has a heart attack?" Taylor asks. We all oblige, and get in our places at the back of the sweltering hot church. Or maybe it's a chapel. It doesn't really matter, I guess. The men are being shepherded into their places at the front of the church as well. We're all in pink, which is fine, except for some of the groomsmen (cough, Chad, cough) thought it wasn't, and we had to talk some sense into them earlier. Good times.

So, they play the wedding processional, and the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. Did I mention that I have to go first? Yeah, I do. It's just wonderful. I didn't want to go first, but they made me.

Anyways, so "Here comes the Bride" starts playing, and I just have to mention that the pianist is not very good at all, but there's also a harpist and a flutist. They went all out. The bride, I mean Sharpay, walks down the aisle with Mr. Evans, who actually bothered to show up for the wedding, shocking us all. Blah, blah, blah, I'll cut to the chase.

"Do you, Sharpay Evans, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," she said. Yeah, it's wonderful, whatever.

"So, by the power vested in me by the church and the state of New Mexico, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." They did, I think, although I wasn't looking at them, per se. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Jason Cross." The audience, as you could call them, went wild.

The many, many musicians started playing that song that goes "DUN, dun, dun, dun-dun, dun, dun, duuun, dun, da dun-dun". You know, the one they play at the end of weddings. Out of all our friends so far (and Sharpay's cousin, who was being a fourth bridesmaid), I think this wedding was the most enjoyable. I did have to do much, except watch my ex-boyfriend get married. Finally, the end comes, and I walk back down the aisle.

"Are you okay?" Zeke asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because Jason just got married. And the two of you…"

"I'm fine, Zeke," I say. "What about Sharpay and you?"

"That's why I asked."

"I'm fine."

"Whatever you say."

"Yes. And the pianist sucks by the way."

"You would know, Kels."

He's right. I would know.

A/N: Okay, so, um, I've never done Jaspay (Jaypay? Japay? Jasonpay? Sharson? Whatever) before. Kelsi's point of view. I threw in some Zelsi for my own personal amusement. I thought they'd make a good couple after I read that one "Stories from East High" book, the one with the dance and Troy and Sharpay go together, and Zeke and Kelsi win the spirit king and queen at the end, and then my mom and I had a very long conversation about Zelsi vs. Jelsi. Anyhoo, um, I don't own HSM, or the book I just talked about, or anything. Thanks for reading and please review!!

Who should get married next?? Tell me! It's all up to you guys.

Samantha.

(PS, Jenna (zashleysilver) asked for a JasonxSharpay, which is this. I think.)

((Oh, and it's really short. I know. Sorry.))