I opened my eyes. It was 6:30. On the 14th. Which meant today was Kirsten's wedding. It was THE Wedding. The one everyone had anticipated, and eagerly waited for. The one where my mom had planned out inch by inch. The one where Whitney makes her big dramatic speech. The one where I get to see my sister get married, and I get to see her happy. Today's an exciting day.

But then again, today was the day I get to see Sophie. And Will. Mom invited his family too. Apparently she was trying to be "polite", and she believed that he had "changed and taken the high road". And then there was Owen. Owen and his revenge. The worst part was I didn't even tell Owen that Will was attending. This was going to be bad. I sighed. I still remember when he told me.

"Revenge." I repeated. When he said, "We're in this together." This was not what I had in mind. He nodded, his eyes dark, and serious. There was no sign of humor behind them.

"Yeah. That ass deserves it. So, revenge it will be." He said, defiantly.

"Owen, honey, I know you're mad. But what if you got hurt and-"

"Perfect. I'll call Rolly. He'd kill for an opportunity like this. Thanks, Belle." He smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. He left the room to go make the call, and I just sat there staring at his wall. Great.

I sighed. I looked back at the clock. I closed my eyes again. Maybe a few more minutes wouldn't kill. Maybe it'll get me away from all this chaos. Maybe it'll get me away from this place. Just for a little while...

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Owen POV

The moment I saw Belle this morning, I swear my eyes had opened up to a new world. She was stunningly beautiful, and when her eyes met mine, my heart skipped a beat. How did a guy like me ever end up like a girl like her? It was a miracle, Mallory liked to say. I stared at her beauty, as she gracefully danced her way to me.

"You're beautiful," I whispered in her ear, as I hugged her. She smiled.

"You're not so bad yourself. You clean up pretty well." She replied, entwining her fingers with mine. I chuckled. I leaned in for a kiss, but something caught my eye. Belle furrowed her eyebrows, and looked in the direction my eyes were. Sophie and Clarke. Talking. As friends. As my face formed into confusion, Belle smiled.

"Yeah...I got the chance to talk to her. And she told me everything. Turns out she's on our side. We're catching up." She said, a gleam in her eyes. A gleam of hope. That everything was turning around. I looked at her adoringly, and I kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her closer. She entwined her fingers in my hair, hoping to make the kiss last longer. This was my favorite place to be. THIS was my happy ending.

Sophie POV

Watching them kiss made me think. My life had taken a sharp turn so quickly. One day, I was calling her to hang out, the next I was calling her a slut. A bitch. Those words poured out on me. I never knew what an impact I'd made. For one, I was a bully. A mean, mean girl with no life to tend to. A psychopath even, if you count the angry conversations I've had with Will. Another, I had no idea where I was in life. I was lost. Like a bug on a windshield, just hanging out there like nothing's wrong. But, that was the thing. There was so much wrong with me. It wasn't just a phase in my life. It wasn't just a moment. It was my whole freaking' life. And I hated it. The whole time, I've been mean and not only did I destroy my old life, I made myself a new person. I had turned into that person that didn't give a crap, but deep down inside wanted her best friends back. The girl who had only tried to defend herself, and ended up crashing her whole world. Stabbing her best friends in the back. Turning it upside down.

"Oh. Yeah. Owen and Annabel have been together for over a year. They're cute, don't you think?" Clarke said, a smile forming. I smiled, faintly. I glanced at them, again. They were happy. Joyful. With no worries. With no cares. All those words I had yelled, said, whispered, bullied Annabel just rebounded on me. She found her happy place, and finally erased her past. I hadn't. I had stuck with no friends, no life. I had tried living it. What sucks is that I hadn't even believed my best friend. I had to turn my back, and ask Will. Will, the guy who had cheated on me before. The guy who told me to my face, that he didn't care what I thought. That I didn't matter. I had believed him. Him. When the trial had happened, I was faced with real feelings. I had opened to the world, showing everyone what had happened. How I had got slapped, cut, and scratched with all this pain. It hit me.

Thank god for forgiveness. Thank god for hope. Thank god for Annabel. She was my guardian angel, in a way. I was glad to have her. She was going to help me through this. She was going to help me be a better person. She was going to be my friend, again.

"Yeah. They are cute," I replied, nodding at Clarke.

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Annabel POV

"Annabel, honey!" My mom called. I turned around to see her running around frantically.

"Yes, mom?"

"Kirsten. Go check on her! Knowing her, she's probably not even in her dress yet!" My mom chuckled nervously.

"Mom. Please, calm down. Look, it's Owen." I said, hoping to distract her. She was WAY to nervous. She had been planning this for two months and I knew, everything had to be perfect. It was just like her, she was an absolute perfectionist. She looked at Owen.

"Okay, honey. I am, I'm doing good so far, aren't I? Oh, hi, Owen! Honey, you look quite handsome. He cleans up pretty well, doesn't he? You're lucky you have him, Annabel." She rushed through her words, giggling randomly. My dad came up from behind, and handed her a wine. She took it graciously, and sipped it. She wiped her forehead, even though there was no sweat to begin with.

"Sweetie. You're beautiful and you're doing everything perfect." My dad told her, and kissed her. She smiled, kissed him back, and reminded me to check on Kirsten. She walked away, more calmly, her back to my Dad.

"Son, THAT'S how you do it." He smiled, pleased with his work, patted Owen on the shoulder and walked away. Owen chuckled, smiling.

"You're family never gets old." He said, as I playfully poked him in the ribs. He grabbed me from behind, wounding his arms around my waist. I laughed, as he kissed my cheek.

"Kay. I've got to go check on Kirs. I'll be back," I said, hugging him tight. Honestly, I never ever wanted to let go. He smelled so good, it was inviting. He looked so good, it was perfect. He was just perfect. Perfect as can be.

"I'll be waiting," He winked, smiling. I smiled, and shook my head. As I walked into the church, I looked back. I saw Owen talking to Rolly, and Sophie and Clarke walking up to them. They were going to explain everything, perhaps. There was a lot to tell. The wedding had just started. It was off to a good start. I smiled. Only a few more hours. In a few hours, my family would be complete, and everyone would be happy. But, to every happy ending, there WERE a few bumps on the way, right? No happy ending has no rough middle. But, maybe Will wouldn't show up. Owen and I would be happy. In love. Maybe everything would go off without a hitch. And, I'd be happy. In love. Finally, in a place where I belong.