Here it is. The last chapter to my first completed multi-chapter fic. I hope I do not mess up.

Ten:

Alix Kubdel had managed to avoid wearing a dress since high school.

She could usually get away with wearing nice jeans and a shirt to most parties, and bachelorette parties. She had now been to a really sizable number. One thing that really puzzled her was the number of high school couples from her class that had ended up getting married: All of them. According to Max, the chances of this happening were so slim they were not able to be properly calculated. She blamed the intense amount of homework they had gotten in the last few years of high school. Everyone else blamed true love. And called her hopelessly UN-romantic. At the vast majority of those weddings, she had been a bridesmaid. After extreme amounts of arguing with Marinette, she had been able to get the now-famous fashion designer to convert the skirt part of the fancy dresses converted into really baggy pant legs because,

"You don't understand IT'S OUT OF PRINCIPLE."

They looked exactly the same as the other dresses, but they were not dresses. As well as being a bridesmaid, she had also been a maid of honour. Once.

Mylene's wedding to Ivan had been one week after Marinette's wedding to Adrian. Marinette and Adrian had been the first out of any of them to get married. She and Alya had been the ones trying to bring the two bridezillas/gigglemonsters (Depending on whether or not planning was going well) back downto Earth and within the bounds of the budget. There had been so many near-disasters and incidents staying up until three am to yell at caterers that it had been ridiculous. Alix had managed to get Bridezilla 1 to stop being insane for just long enough to modify the two dresses only with the help of Alya. She remembered the night before the wedding. It had been before she moved in with Kim, so no-one else was bothered by Mylene's two-to-six freak-out phone call. ("No, I'm sure no monkeys will steal your wedding cake. Or polar bears. Or parrots. Or wolves. Or...") Mylene was the one who wanted to get married at zoo. She had to admit she was still really happy for her best friend. They had become super close, so gradually it was difficult to pinpoint when. But still, best friends since high school. There were a lot of those still best friends to this day as well. She would have to ask Max about the chances of that soon.

Anyway, no dresses for Alix. She had even worn jeans and a shirt to her own bachelorette party, just last night. That had been fun. Now, her makeup was all done, her grown-out still-pink hair was twisted up, and she was staring at her wedding dress. The Girl Army (Minus Alix, who had officially been part of that group for long enough to be classified as part of it for a long time now) had been clear about one thing.

There would be no, repeat that, NO getting out of wearing a dress on her wedding day. NONE.

Okay, Marinette had done a good job making it. Plain white, not too fancy, just plain with embroidered gold snakes coiling up from the hem. Alix had to admit it looked cool. She put it on, then discovered a problem. Quite a big one.

"Marinette? This dress is too long."

Her bridesmaids, and her maid of honour, were in the room inspecting the dress with about two millliseconds. The MOH (Which was officially what Mylene was listed as in her phone's contacts) was to first to stop.

"She's right."

"That's impossible! I checked about a million times! I then calculated for heels!"

"Uh, Marinette? I'm wearing flats."

Alix hoisted the dress up, showing off the white flats.

Marinette had a small breakdown. The ever-concerned-for-the-safety-of-others Rose frowned.

"She'll trip if she goes down the aisle in such a long gown!"

Alix grinned.

"Hey, I've got an idea..."

Meanwhile, Kim and Max were talking while they waited for the wedding to actually start.

"Man, you know that thing you said back in high school?"

The best man pushed his glasses up his nose.

"You'll have to be more specific. I said a lot of things over the course of our several years in high school."

"The thing about thanking you when me and Tinkerbelle got married."

"Yes, I do remember the incident you speak of."

"Well here it is: Thanks."

Max spluttered as he pushed his glasses up his nose for the millionth time.

"That's all I GET?"

Kim heard someone telling him to come stand out the front, the wedding was about to start.

"Well, that's my cue."

Kim kindly walked out of the room, ignoring the yells behind him. He took his spot and looked out at the audience. He missed all the wedding party staring at Alix's crazy aunt's hat. He was pretty sure she had bludgeonned an ugly bird, then shoved it onto her head. He paid attention again when Alix started walking down the aisle, though.

She looked like an angel.

Normally he would have thought such a comment sappy, but she really did. She did not even seem to be walking. She was gliding along on her father's arm. Actually gliding.

She smiled at him when she got to the front. He just wanted the dumb guy doing the ceremony to hurry up so he could kiss her already. He tried to distract his brain.

Well, they were getting married at a race track. None of their friends had even questioned this. All their relatives had. Well, it was the race track where they had raced and she had beaten him by a tiny, tiny bit and then, much later the racetrack where he had proposed to her.

They had been racing around, at sunset, because he constantly insisted on rematches. They had said they would go home hours ago, but it had not happened. He had doubled over, faking a stitch. She had skated back, genuinely concerned. When she got over there, he had dropped to one knee and proposed. She had kissed him. Then she had said yes. Wait, was it over? Ye-

"You may now kiss the- groom?"

Alix had beaten him to it and dip-kissed him before he had a chance to kiss her. Whatever. Still a kiss. They stayed there a while, and he wanted to stay kissing her for a while longer, but Max pulled him off her.

"Save it."

He laughed. And then kissed her again.

About one million and three photos of everyone later, they traveled to the reception, which meant they got food. Finally! He was starving. He was just about to start stuffing his face when Alix pointed out they had to dance now.

Dammit.

They danced, and everything was normal until he spun her and realised she was wearing rollerblades. Then a romantic first dance became a 'how many stunts can we do during the course of a three minute song?' The last one was him holding Alix up in the air by her arms. He slowly lowered her back down again. About halfway there, she kissed him. She kept kissing him until she was back on the ground. Alix's crazy aunt had, at some point during that, passed out and taken down the snack table. Everyone else tried to save the crazy aunt. Kim tried to save the snacks.

Alix threw the bouquet from up on Kim's shoulders, not standing on a chair. According to her, the chairs were much too short. It bonked her brother's girlfriend, who was standing in the very back trying to avoid it, squarely on the head. Her brother went vermillion. Someone started up a chant of the word destiny.

After dinner, wine, and an enormous cake Kim definitely did not try to slam Alix's face into, the guests filed out of the building and Kim sat around eating more cake. There was so much of it! Why did people never make eight-tier birthday cakes? Alix came over and smirked at him.

"You're paying more attention to the cake then you are to me! I'm yournwife!"

"I'll pay attention to you after I'm finished this slice."

"Y'know, I'm starting to think you just married me for the cake!"

"Blast! She's figured out my master plan!"

"Stupid athlethe's diet making you do crazy things for actual food?"

"Not that crazy. Finished my cake. Get over here, wife."

"No way! There's cake all around your mouth!"

"I'm saving it for yoooooouuuuuu!"

A horn honked loudly.

"That would be the limo. Come on, husband."

"Coming, wife."

When they got out to the limo, Alix leaned in the front window.

"Know what? Please cancel this limo. My husband has had far too much cake. It's not far to our house. We'll walk."

The limo driver nodded and sped away.

"Hey, Hercules."

Alix hitched up her wedding dress.

"Race you."

And, like practically always, she won.

How did I do? Did you like it? Should I do a sequel of them being married and having kids and all that because I have not seen one yet? Tell me!

~Madei