I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you-

"Hello?" Some joker has changed my ring tone. Again. My head is pounding. Really pounding. That is what you get for getting wasted two days in a row.

"Naomi, oh my god! Get up! I'm stood at the front door!" Ollie is yelling down the phone at me and I am still in bed in my underwear. I get up and pull a big sweater over myself and walk up to the front door.

"What time is it?" I ask when Ollie has dragged me inside and closed the door.

"One! Jesus, your Uncle said that you were up!" He pushes me down the hall into my bedroom. "Don't wash your hair." I shower quickly and walk out into my bedroom and pull open the dress bag. I pull on the sundress and put on some make up so I don't look as tired as I feel. Ollie walks in just as I'm doing my hair.

"Well you scrub up well." I say gesturing to the suit with the hand that isn't holding my hair curlers.

"Thanks, you too." The doorbell rings as I'm halfway through my hair.

"That'll be Greg." Ollie says. I look at the clock.

"How is it half one already?" I ask. Time seems to fly when you're having fun, or when you're getting ready for a wedding. I can hear Ollie and Greg talking down the hall. I finish my hair quickly and walk down the hall to find them both stood there. Ollie's looking in the shoe cupboard and Greg is leaning against the wall watching him.

"Ollie, what the hell are you doing?" I ask. They both turn around as if they've been caught eating candy when they weren't supposed to be.

"Looking for your shoes." He says. I pull out the heels from behind my back.

"They're here." I drop them on the floor and step into them. I hate heels, but Ollie insisted. "Hey Greg." He's still stood against the wall, looking like he's done something wrong.

"Hey, you look beautiful." He goes slightly pink. I bite my lip forcing myself not to laugh at how cute he just made himself look.

"Thank you. You look very handsome." I reply before shooting daggers at Ollie who's laughing in the background.

"It's only because I'm jealous." He says walking off into the kitchen to call someone. There's almost an awkward silence between us for a moment before my phone rings, and it's Emily.

"Okay, so Nate's saying that he's going crazy because he doesn't know where the party is going to be afterwards. I don't know either." She sounds panicked. Nate's obviously turned into a Bride-groom-zilla.

"It's okay, I know where we can go." She thanks me some more, and then I hang up. The last time I came to Vegas, I found myself in a bar all night. In this bar I met the nicest barman ever, and I poured my heart out to him about how fucked up my life was, and how it still is. This barman has subsequently become quite a good friend and a contact in Vegas.

"Hello Rocio's Bar, how can I help?" He still sounds the same.

"Rock, Grissom. I'm gonna need your help."


We spend another few minutes running around like crazies, and then finally we're all ready. We get in a taxi at quarter past two. We get to the chapel at exactly half two.

"I'll see you guys later." Greg goes off to take his seat inside the chapel and I turn to Ollie smiling feeling that any minute now I will scream with laughter. Hysterical excitement. There's nothing better and nothing worse.

"Ready?" I ask. He's gone pale, deathly pale.

"I don't know." He says swallowing. He's got cold feet and the wedding starts in three seconds. As best maid of honour, it is my job to calm him down. I lean against the car that Nate and Em came in.

"Do you remember the time that you realised you were in love with Nate?" I ask. He nods and runs a hand through his dark hair fidgeting.

"Yeah, but-

"It was amazing wasn't it, like the whole sky was so much bigger than it felt before, and the colours were so much brighter and the people nicer." I straighten his tie. "You and Nate are made for each other. Everyone can see that. You have so much in common, you'd do anything for each other, Emily loves you to pieces and more importantly Nate loves you." I say. "The minute you walk in there it will all be fine." I say. He nods.

"I'm gonna miss you." He says. I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not gonna leave you two. I'm still going to be your awkward third wheel," I laugh and nudge his shoulder, "and you two are still my bitches."

"NAOMI, THEY NEED YOU!" Emily looks frantic as she sticks her head out of the door. I run towards the chapel door as fast as I can in these ridiculous heels. The song kicks in. An Elvis love song. Can't help falling in love. I take my cue and start walking down the aisle in this dress that belongs on a stage production of Grease and a bunch of white roses.

Wise men say only fools rush in

The room is empty, apart for some fat guy dressed as Elvis and Greg on the second row.

But I can't help falling in love with you.

Our eyes meet as I look up from my bouquet and he smiles at me a massive grin that tells me that Greg is in one of those moments that you never want to leave, and I am in one as well. The moment when I realised that out of everyone I had ever met in any city across the whole of this stupid, messed up world Greg is the only one who has ever really been my best friend. Nate and Ollie are brilliant, but Greg is Greg. After a couple more bars of the song I'm almost at the end of the aisle. Nate, Emily and Ollie are behind me now, but I don't see them, all I see is Greg smiling at me, and all I can hear is that damn song and all I feel is euphoria at how great this moment is. But it ends, and when it does, Greg and Emily sit down, and I stand to the side of Nate and Ollie and the Elvis impersonator starts to marry them, and throws in some 'thank you very much's'. I can feel someone watching me. I turn my head slightly and Greg is watching me. I smile and that same smile appears on his face. Emily winks from next to him and I can feel my face going the same colour as my dress. I zone out right until the end.

"Nathan Spencer, do you take Oliver Miller to be your partner for as long as you shall both live."

"I do."

"And Oliver Mille-

"Yup, I do." I smirk at Ollie's impatience and Nate rolls his eyes.

"You are now legally a couple." They kiss and I clap, dropping my flowers to the ground. Emily and Greg stand up to, and once Nate and Ollie break apart I jump in between them and I am in the middle of a sandwich hug. We hold onto each other like it's the end of the world and I realise that I'm almost crying. I back out so Emily can see her son. I run my fingers under my eyes in a furious attempt to get rid of the tears. I feel a hand on my back and Greg is stood behind me.

"Wow you're really good at hiding the fact that you're madly in love with either Nate or Ollie." He says handing me a tissue. I shoot him a look but accept it gratefully and try hard not to smudge my makeup.

"I'm happy for them." I say. "Ever since they got together in Frisco they've been talking about getting married. I didn't think they would but now they have. It's just nice." I say as I run my hand through my hair. My phones buzzes and I pull it out quickly.

1 New Message:

From: Rocio

Message: Hey, we're all ready

I reply with something along the lines of great just as Emily starts throwing confetti around. We all emerge from the chapel with hair full of confetti and with wedding photos in our hands about fifteen minutes later after Elvis has morphed from the king of rock into a grumpy old man who wants us out so he can make cash from that couple that look blatantly under age that are walking into the chapel in jeans college sweaters. Nate turns to the rest of the group.

"So, what now?" He asks. I grin.

"Oh come on, I got that sorted already."


I have never loved Rocio more than today. He's closed down the entire bar. It's for us five and his family who live in the rooms above the bar. His wife, sister, brother-in-law and a pile of cousins. Nate and Ollie almost die of happiness when they see the "Just Married" banner across the top of the bar and the amount of alcohol that they can get for free. Rocio's set out a load of tables and his wife has cooked a load of Mexican food. This is Nate and Ollie's wedding party. We all sit around the tables like it's a big family meal and as everyone's eating I stand up from my chair.

"Hi, sorry. I'd like to make a toast." Nate and Ollie look at me from the across the table. "You guys," I point at them, "I never thought you'd do it, but hey, as usually you proved me wrong. Nate, Ollie, you helped me through a part of my life that was... hard to put it mildly and without you two I know that I'd be screwed, probably living with some loser in a crappy relationship. But you saved me and now I'm free to carry on doing what I've always wanted to do. I know you'll stay together forever and I promise I'll call you sometimes." All of Rocio's family are smiling at me as if my words are ridiculously touching. They don't understand what it means; only Nate and Ollie get it. "To the happy couple." I say.

"The happy couple." Every raises their glasses and then drink down their poison of choice. We eat more and the conversation carries on. Finally after the meals done me and Em help Rock's wife clear the dishes and when we come back into the room Nate and Ollie are at the juke box choosing a first dance song. I walk to the bar and get another drink.

"Rock." I call him from the other end of the bar. "How much is it, like five hundred?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"It's nothing." He says raising his hand to get me to put away the cash that I'm trying to get into the register. "Not for you. You've still got the job; I'll call on you if I need the services of a PI." He says. Some music starts and across the room Nate and Ollie are dancing, after a while some of Rock's family form couples and glide around Nate and Ollie. I smile at how happy they are.

"Just take two fifty?" I say. He shakes his head and I sigh and feign slapping him round the head. He laughs and walks away.

"So are you still crying?" Greg appears at my side with a drink in his hand. He's just come back from dancing with Em who's appeared to have taken a shine to him.

"Nah, I'm over it." I say laughing. I down my drink and lean back against the bar.

"Was it that Matt guy?" Greg asks. I look at him and raise my eyebrow. "You know your speech."

"Oh yeah, he was a douchebag." I say. The song ends and they go back over to the juke box to choose another song.

"Thanks for coming today by the way." I say. He shrugs.

"I got nothing else to do." He says. I feign offense.

"Oh, so you only hang around with me because you're bored." I say. He shakes his as if he couldn't deny it anymore.

"No! I'd make time to hang around with you if I worked twenty three hours a day." He says. I smile. I can feel myself going slightly pink as I realise what he's saying. Ollie yells at me across the room, but I can't hear what he's saying over the familiar guitar chords. I laugh into my drink and Greg looks at me.

"What?" He asks.

"Long story." I answer as Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls plays out of the juke box. "It's kind of my song. Because I'm Naomi Iris Grissom." I say. He nods. Nate and Ollie are waving me over to dance. I shake my head.

"You wanna dance?" Greg asks. I turn to look at him and raise my eyebrow.

"You can dance?" I ask, for some reason in my head the words 'Greg' and 'Dance' never, ever go together.

"Oh hell yeah!" He says. "I've lived in Vegas for a while now." He says. I laugh.

"Fine." We walk out into the section the bar that's being used as the dance floor. He puts his arm around my waist and I put my hand on his shoulder. As it happens, Greg can dance. Which honestly surprises me. He laughs at the look of surprise on my face.

"Come on, I am a brilliant dancer." He says.

"I guess so." I say teasing him. "Maybe a six and a half." I say smirking. He gives a mock scowl and we laugh. The song doesn't seem to end for a long time and after that song, and the next, the next and the next few after that we keep dancing. And then we drink and then dance some more and when I next look at the clock on the wall it's one in the morning. The song that was playing finishes and I suddenly have the best idea ever.

"Shall we go get milkshake?" I ask. Greg looks confused but nods anyway.


Okay, so I went a bit crazy on songs there. Sorry, I couldn't help it.

DISCLAIMER: Love Song belongs to Sara Bareilles, Can't help falling in love obviously belongs to Elvis and Iris belongs to the Goo Goo Dolls.

Hope you enjoyed it :)