Guess what?? This is the epilogue!! Ha, ha, ha!! This is totally the last thing or chapter or whatever, and yah!! Happy Easter!! If you read this on Easter. If you didn't read this on Easter, then… Happy EARLY Christmas!!
They are both 25 in this chapter thing. Don't forget that!!
Epilogue. A few years later.
A young girl, twenty-fives years old with long curly brown hair, walked down an aisle arm in arm with her father. The father was wearing a blue suit. The woman was wearing a long, beautiful white dress, fitting her figure, and still able for her to breath.
A certain man was looking at them walking up, wearing a dark blue suit. His brown hair was still as long as it was when he was fourteen.
The woman stepped up on the steps and smiled at the man with brown hair.
Another man, holding a certain holy book, and dressed up in something that looked like a white dress, opened the holy book and started saying some words, "We are gathered here today in holy matrimony…" ((haha, if that's wrong tell me??))
The woman was standing next to a man, called Oliver Oken. Oliver Oken was standing next to a woman named Miley Stewart. But, after this special occasion, Miley Oken.
A few moments passed as the people in the long wooden seats sat quietly. Some were crying, some were happy, some where full of joy. Some where even all three of them. But one was a bit jealous. One young man by the name of Jake Ryan. Well, he wasn't as jealous anymore. Why?? Because he had a fiance. Her name was Haley. And she was sure Jake was the one.
Another couple, already married, sat together, crying tears of joy. Lilly and Jackson Stewart.
"Do, you, Oliver Oken, take Miley Stewart as your wife. To have and to hold till death does your part??" ((Omigosh, I'm sorry!! I just don't know any of the words they say. I never been at a wedding.))
Oliver looked at Miley and nodded as he whispered out, "I do," softly.
"Do you, Miley Stewart, take Oliver Oken as your husband. To have and to hold till death does your part??"
Miley smiled sweetly, and said, "I do."
The man standing in front of the two of them smiled, closed his holy book, and said, "You may kiss the bride."
Oliver's hand touched Miley's cheek and he leaned forward. Fast in reality, slow in Miley and Oliver world. Oliver lips smashed down on Miley's. They both smiled in their kiss. Their first kiss as a married couple.
Fifteen years later.
Miley and Oliver Oken both smiled at each other as they watched their fourteen year old son playfully tag his best friend.
Connor Oken, their son, tagged Erika Jackson. She giggled and her straight light brown hair twirled fast as she twirled to see Connor. "Connor!! You're so going to get it!!" she playfully warned as she ran in the sand, barefooted, chasing after her best friend.
Connor tripped fast over a small rock in the sand. Erika, who was still running, tripped on top of Connor. And guess the position. Stomach on stomach. Lips on lips.
Erika pulled out of the kiss and gasped. Before she even thought about getting off of Connor, she quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Connor smiled at Erika and pulled her head down to his, causing them to kiss again, but this time, longer. With more passion. Love.
Miley looked over at Oliver. "Remember when we were like that??" Miley asked and giggled when a blush crept over Oliver's cheeks.
"Yeah. I remember when we almost kissed at that party, and when Lilly stopped us, we kissed at your house." Oliver and Miley looked back at that time, remembering. How was it that their little boy and his best friend was so much like them?
Alright. Short Epilogue. Well, I don't think I ever even made an epilogue. There isn't going to be a sequel to this story, because this was actually a sequel to another story, so yah. No sequel. I'm sorry. -smiles at reviewers- REVIEW!!
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