Hey! Here it is; what you've all been waiting for! Dundundundun...The Wedding chappie! Enjoy it!

Thanks to KHFREAK14, ShatterMyMuse, MutantLover09, dragon of spirits, Kisho16, DannyTimmygirl327 and Dp fan for reviewing, and also to Cordria for doing the beta-ing for this story!

Kay, enjoy:D

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"Danny! Hurry up in there! I need to shave!" John yelled as he searched through the dresser drawers for his shaving kit. He could barely be heard over the blaring radio.

"Alright, alright!" Danny replied irritatedly, trying to get his belt through the loops in his pants.

Ugh! First I can't get my shirt's buttons through the little holes and now this! he thought frustratedly.

Eventually, after many wearisome tries, Danny finished and left the bathroom.

"Are you finally done?" John asked, his head almost completely immersed in his bag as he dug for something.

"Yeah…finally." Danny said in relief as he clicked off the radio that John had a habit of always turning up too loud.

"Ahaaa!" John cried suddenly, holding a black shaving kit bag. "Found it!" he said proudly. He then quickly locked himself in the bathroom, as if seizing his chance in case Danny decided to go back in.

Danny inspected himself in the mirror next to the TV. Deciding he looked fine, he took a seat at the desk for lack of anything better to do. He felt his stomach twist and churn. Danny didn't know why, but something about the upcoming event was exciting him. Eventually unable to contain his excitement any longer, he decided he'd go see what Judy was up to.

"Hey John?" he called over the sound of a razor as he knocked on the door, "I'm going over to Judy's room, okay?"

"Fine. Stay over there though; I'll be over in a few minutes," John called back.

Danny said okay and left the room. Outside, he walked down the hallway until he came across room 457. He brought his fist up to the door, about to knock, but the sound of loud yells and cries from in the room stopped him.

What in the world is going on in there?

Danny waited a moment and then mustered the courage to knock.

"Who is it?" a voice called from inside, almost a full three minutes later.

"Uhm, it's me…Danny."

"The door's open! Come in!"

Danny opened the door with great precaution. His mouth fell open in shock.

If he'd thought it was frantic in his and John's room, then it was utter chaos in Judy's.

Eight bridesmaids were running around the room and fretting over each other like it was the end of the world. A tall blue-eyed blonde was brushing her hair while trying to simultaneously zip up a short-haired brunette in her golden bridesmaid dress. Two other women were arguing about who a certain makeup brush belonged to. A redhead was yelling about a lost necklace and a broken shoe strap while another brunette was peacefully making coffee, oblivious to the high-pitched chaos around her.

Danny had to push his way through the busy and crowded room to finally find the girls he was searching for at the end of the tiny area. Judy sat on the edge of one of the two beds and seemed to be having a nervous breakdown.

"Lilly! It won't fit! I've been trying to zip it for the last ten minutes! It won't fit me!" she cried.

"Relax Judy!" an invisible Lilly called reassuringly from somewhere in the room. "Wait a sec and I'll try to zip it– oh, Danny!" She appeared next to him.

"Hi," he waved tentatively, now wishing he had just stayed in his room. He didn't even know it was possible for such a small area to hold so many people. "Is this a bad time?"

"Um…no it's ok-," she began but stopped suddenly when she heard the sound of something crashing violently down to the floor, and then disappeared once more. Judy didn't even seem to notice Danny in the room.

Danny decided it was a bad time and slinked his way out of the commotion.

"Hey what are you doing back here?" John asked once Danny had returned to his own room. "I thought you were gonna wait for me at Judy's…"

"Trust me, it's not a good time."

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"And do you, Carey Michaels, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…"

Danny zoned out once more. This has got to be the most boring event on earth… He set his elbows on his knees and let his face fall onto his palms. He felt John prod him in the side, gesturing for him to stand up. He reluctantly did so.

Deciding he couldn't bear another minute of listening to the droning speech, Danny focused his attention on the decorations, hoping that by the time he'd finished examining every little detail of the decor, the wedding would be over.

What seemed like centuries later, John and Danny were dragging themselves out into the heat again, heading for the car.

"Ok, here's the plan; we'll go back to the hotel and eat or rest or whatever, and then at around five-ish, we'll head for the reception." John said, sitting in the driver's seat and turning on the engine.

"If the reception's anything like the wedding, I'm not going." Danny said firmly, making John laugh.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad. At least you don't have to shake everyone's hand at the end like the bride and groom do."

"It doesn't matter. It was still boring." Danny said as he accidentally burned his hand on the blistering metal part of his seatbelt. Shifting in his seat until he was comfortable, he let his head fall back onto the headrest as the images of a nice cold shower awaiting him in his room filled his mind.

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The tall grey-haired businessman adjusted his tie as he looked in the bathroom mirror.

"I despise having to attend these social events." he thought to himself. He had been able to temporarily escape the tediousness that was the reception. "Why did I ever agree to letting them have it at my house?"

He wasted a few more minutes of doing nothing in the restroom, then finally emerged at the risk of raising suspicion among the others. He made his way back into the ballroom.

He detested the loud music that was blaring from the giant speakers in his mansion's ballroom. The guests were a bore, (or at least to him anyways), and he was just about ready to snap at the next waiter who asked him if we would like a cream puff.

I think I'm just about ready to turn in for the nig-, wait a minute, wait just a minute! The man almost rubbed his eyes in disbelief. NO! That can't be right! That is absolutely NOT who I think it is! He screamed in his mind. Bobbing his head and pushing past guests to get a better look, the man's eyes opened wide as he watched a familiar figure make his way over to the dessert table and begin talking to someone.

A swelling excitement built up inside the man as a large cool smile spread over his face.

I'd know those messy wavy brown locks anywhere. That is most definitely the man I'm looking for…which means he must have the boy I'm looking for.

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Danny poked at the chicken and salad on his plate. John had left him a little while ago to talk to some old friends.

Deciding he wasn't feeling very hungry anymore, Danny rose and made his way to the bathroom. Most of the guests were on the dance floor so the lights were dimmed. A loud dance song blasted in the background as Danny tried to find his way out of the room without tripping or colliding into anyone. Suddenly, he felt someone bump into him, falling in his arms.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" a girl said quickly as she found her way out of Danny's grip. She stood up straight and dusted her dress with her palms. "Thank you so much- I'm a, I'm really sorry." She looked embarrassed.

"Oh…um it's okay." Danny said as he watched her brush a strand of jet-black hair from her face.

Hey wait a minute… Danny realized something as the girl moved a little into the light, this is the same girl from the poolside yesterday…

He was surprised to see her wearing a long pink flowing shoulder dress, the strap embroidered with flowers and sequins. A large sparkling black sash was tied in a bow around her waist. It didn't seem to suit her style, according to what he'd seen her wearing at the pool.

Maybe that's why she was so reluctant to wear it…She looks good though. He thought.

"Um, I'm Danny." he said, trying to be polite.

"I'm Sam," the girl smiled happily. She seemed pleased to find someone to talk to, as was Danny.

"Uh, you wanna sit, or something?" Danny asked.

"Sure, got nothing better to do," she smiled as she led them over to an empty table.

"So I guess your parents know Carey or Nick, right?" she asked as they both took a seat.

"Yeah, I guess." Danny said, not willing to elaborate.

"Cool. My dad is a business partner with Nick so I'm not really here by my own will," she sighed.

"That sucks," Danny said sympathetically. "How old are you?" He almost slapped himself for saying something so stupid and out of subject.

"Me?" Sam asked, slightly thrown off. "I'm fourteen. You?"

"Yeah, uhm, me too," he smiled. He still felt idiotic, but he was thrilled to know he had finally found someone his own age to talk to.

"So is this your first wedding? I mean, the first one you've been to," he corrected himself quickly, earning a laugh from Sam.

"No. Unfortunately, I'm always being dragged around to these social events. My dad's a lawyer and he does business with just about everyone in the world, even his opponents," she sighed. "I really do just wanna go back to the Royale."

"You're staying at the Royale hotel?" Danny asked, excited for some unidentifiable reason. "That's where I'm staying." He hadn't realized that she must've been staying there if he'd seen her at the pool earlier.

"Cool. So you're not from here either then, huh?"

"No. How long are you staying in Wisconsin?" Danny asked, hoping to find out if the girl would be staying at the hotel that night.

"I dunno. We're probably leaving tomorrow afternoon or something. It depends when my parents send for the jet," the girl said casually before covering her mouth at her slip.

"Send for the jet?" Danny asked in surprise. "You own a jet?"

"Oh…um…" she stammered, looking for an excuse, but soon sighed in defeat, "Yes… I do. Well, my family does anyways."

After shaking off the slight shock of the news that people could actually own jets, Danny asked, "Well, why do you look so upset about it?"

"I dunno…I just hate people knowing I'm rich. They think it's so cool and stuff, but it's not. I don't want people to only talk to me because I have money."

"That's not why I'm talking to you." Danny said, seeing how vexed the girl was. "I'm talking to you because I think you're cool."

She smiled at him. "Thanks. You're pretty great yourself."

He smiled back at her. Sam laughed as he jerked in surprise at the feeling of someone suddenly clutching his shoulder.

"Hey Danny, one of Carey's friends wants to meet you," John said, hurrying Danny from his seat and trying to drag him to said person.

Danny tried to apologize to Sam but she smiled understandingly. "It's okay, I understand completely. I'll see ya around."

He smiled in response as she turned away.

"What's the big idea?" Danny said, annoyed at the interruption. "Since when do you want people to meet me anyways?"

"Oh come on! Don't be such a drag!" John said uncharacteristically.

I'll bet the party's getting to him. Judy says he always gets worked up at big social events…

"Besides, this guy is Carey's friend and he's the host of the reception. He lives all the way out here; you probably won't see him again so it's not a big deal."

"Whatever." Danny grunted. "Why does he want to meet me?"

"Apparently Carey told him about you, so he asked me to let him meet you."

"Fine." Danny said shortly.

"Ah! There he is!" John exclaimed, making his way over to a tall grey-haired man in a black suit.

"So, this is Daniel?" the man said, a large smile on his face. The voice seemed slightly familiar to Danny, but he couldn't remember from where.

"Um, hello," Danny said uncertainly.

"How old are you Daniel?" the man asked. He sounded as though he were speaking to a toddler.

"Fourteen…"

"How very interesting…" he said with a strange, undecipherable smile. "So John is your father?"

Danny was slightly taken aback by this, but was spared from having to answer thanks to John's intervention.

"Oh-uh…so Vlad, when did you, uh, you know, buy the Packers?"

After this, the conversation shifted from Mr. Masters and Danny to the former and John. Vlad Masters seemed very interested in telling his life story, but Danny couldn't help but notice the man's constant glances in his direction. He was thankful when John finally said they needed to head back to the hotel.

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"Well that Vlad certainly was nice." John said as he threw his tie onto his bag.

"Don't you think he was a bit out of line, asking me if you were my dad?" Danny noted, annoyed.

"Oh come on Danny, it's not like he knew it was, y'know, 'out of line'. You can't expect everyone to know of your...well, your 'life situation.' Just like you don't know of everyone else's."

"I guess. He was still acting a little bit too interested…" the raven-haired teen said suspiciously.

"C'mon Dan, don't be so uptight."

"Fine, whatever," Danny said uncaringly. His mind was now preoccupied with a certain someone named Sam.

"Hey Danny, would you go get us some ice?"

"Huh?" Danny snapped out of his very short reverie.

"We need some ice from the machine. It's just down the hall; could you please get some?"

Danny sighed as he rose from his chair. "Sure," he said, taking the ice bucket in his hand and closing the door behind him.

He headed for the machine at the other end of the hall and began filling the plastic bucket.

Over the loud sound of the falling ice, Danny almost didn't hear his name being called. He turned to see none other than Sam, dressed in black satin pyjamas and calling his name.

"Oh, Sam!" he said in surprise.

"Hey!" she said, running over to him.

"Hey! You're room's on this floor?" he asked.

"No, but we don't have an ice machine on the fifth floor; we have a soda machine. I needed some ice for my pop though, so I came down here to get it."

"Oh, okay. So what room number are you?" Danny asked.

"Well I'm in a different room than my parents," she said. "I think it's five forty-two."

"Different room than your parents?"

"Yeah, well we booked late and there weren't any rooms that were big enough for three people, so we had to settle for two completely different rooms," she said, not at all upset by this.

Danny nodded.

"Anyways, I guess I'd better get back upstairs," she smiled her beautiful smile as she finished filling her ice bucket. Danny nodded again, but he was secretly disappointed she couldn't stay longer.

"I'll see you around." And with that she turned around and left. Danny stood in place for several moments after, before he finally thought,

Room five forty-two, huh?

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Uh oh! What's Danny up to? lol (Btw, for all who are concerned, it has nothing to do with lemoniness or obscene/adult matters, cuz as I said before, there's no explicit content in this story... or in any of my stories really... :D )

Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this chapter; I'm real excited to hear what you guys thought about it!

Crystal