Chapter Twenty: Confessions Part II

Spencer P.O.V.

"Here goes nothing." I said to myself, before ringing the bell of the Striker residence.

The door opened a few minutes later to reveal Sasha.

"Spencer." She said, surprised before crushing me with a tight hug. "What are you doing here?"

"To marry you of course." I whispered back before breaking apart.

"But where's that dentist suit you were supposed to get?" She asked, curiously.

I shrugged my shoulders and smirked. "Don't need it."

Sasha never got the chance to respond as a voice came from behind her.

"Sasha, who's at the door?" The male voice asked. I heard footsteps and soon saw Mr. Striker standing behind Sasha. He looked surprised to see me. "Spencer Shay? What can I help you with?"

"Just one thing." I responded. "Can I come in?"

"I don't think that's a-" He said before being interrupted.

"Harold let him in." Mrs. Striker said.

With a sigh, he reluctantly let me inside their mansion and we all took a seat in their fancy living room.

"So what do you want Spencer?" Mrs. Striker asked, patiently.

"I want to marry your daughter." I simply said.

"We already discussed this!" Mr. Striker responded, impatiently. "Spencer you're a good kid, but you're just not right for our little Sasha!"

I raised a curious eyebrow. "And why is that Mr. Striker? Because I'm not rich? Tell me something, you're a therapist right?"

"Yes." He responded, confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Do you tell your clients that to solve their problems and be happy you need to be rich?" I asked.

"No, but…" He said before I interrupted him.

"Then why does Sasha need money in order to be happy?"

Mr. Striker looked down trying to avoid eye contact with me. It seemed obvious he wasn't going to respond so I looked to Mrs. Striker instead.

"Mrs. Striker, could you give me an answer?" I asked, patiently. "If you can give me a valid answer why Sasha should marry a guy because of his money instead of happiness then I promise to leave and never bother the three of you again!"

Mrs. Striker looked at me intently. I was trembling inside, but I held my ground and made sure to look strong on the outside.

"Do you love my daughter Spencer?" Mrs. Striker asked.

I looked at her confused. "Of course! She's probably the only girl I've ever truly loved a part from my sister and my mother."

"What if I gave you an answer? Would you leave and never see Sasha again?" She asked, curiously.

I thought about it before dropping my head down. "No I wouldn't. Even if you gave me an answer I would still do everything to make sure I saw Sasha again. I could never live with not seeing her again. I love her."

Instead of being upset Mrs. Striker let out a small smile. "That's all I need to hear. Spencer… I give you my blessing to marry my daughter."

I looked at her in shock as did Sasha and Mr. Striker.

"But Laura-" Mr. Striker said before being interrupted.

"Harold our daughter is happy and I know Spencer will take care of her." Mrs. West scolded. "Spencer is right. Money can't buy happiness. If our daughter is truly in love with him, then money should be no problem."

Mr. Striker stared at me intently, before blowing out a defeated breath. "All right Spencer. You can marry Sasha."

"Yes!" Sasha and I both shouted in unison before hugging each other tightly.

"Since we made you two miss out on your old wedding date. I think that we will hold the wedding here at our house tomorrow. I know a caterer that can meet crazy demands in a short amount of time so food won't be a problem." Mrs. Striker explained. "Harold knows an officiant who would be honoured to wed you two, right Harold?"

"Yes honey." He mumbled.

"Then it's settled." Mrs. Striker exclaimed. "Please convey the good news to your family and friends Spencer."

"I will Mrs. West." I said eagerly.

"Please call me Laura." She responded, smiling.

Robbie P.O.V.

"Gosh, why does everyone look so happy and I look like a kid who found out Santa was not real?" I mumbled to myself. I decided to watch TV to cheer me up, but it ended up doing the complete opposite. I continued flipping through the channels until I heard the doorbell ringing. I turned off the TV and hopped off the couch. I didn't even bother looking through the peephole, so I simply unlocked the door and opened it. To my surprise I saw… Cat.

"Hi." She said, nervously.

"Hey, Cat." I whispered, shocked.

She started fidgeting with her fingers before looking up at me. "Can I come in?"

I looked at her before sighing and moving aside to let her in. She walked in and I shut the door behind me before following her into the living room.

"So… what's up?" I asked, hesitantly.

"We need to talk." She said firmly.

I nodded my head. "About what?"

"Us." She simply said. I swear my heart just skipped a beat.

"Why what's wrong? I thought you said you wanted us to be… friends." I said, the last word leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Look." She said, raising her voice a little. "I would appreciate you not trying to make this harder than it has to be."

"How? By telling you that I still love you, but I know that you're never going to return in because of something that I said by accident?" I retorted.

She simply looked down so I continued. "Tell me Cat. Why did you come here? To rub it in my face again that we're friends and that's all we will ever be?"

"I would, but I'm not a jerk like you." She snapped back. "Funny how you wonder why girls won't date you, when you act like this!"

"I love you!" I shouted back angrily. "There I said it! Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now princess?"

"I love too!" She shouted back angrily as well. "Does that help your little nerd mind sleep at night?"

We looked at each other furiously before we both pulled each other into a kiss shocking one another. The kiss was nothing like our previous ones. This one had a certain desire linked with rage, anger, and frustration. After breaking apart I looked at Cat, my anger slowly dissolving.

"Look Cat." I started. "When I said that day we shouldn't date anymore, I never meant it. I was shocked myself when those words came out of my mouth."

"But why did they come out of your mouth?" She asked, quietly.

"I don't know. I regret saying it every damn day. I can't take it back, but I can try to make things better. I'm sorry Cat, I really am." I said, apologizing.

Cat sighed softly. "I'm sorry too. I guess I never really gave you a chance to explain yourself properly. When I said maybe to you that day I was just confused."

"I was too." I mumbled. "I kept thinking back to that moment wondering why I said the things I did. I had no right to be angry at you, but my feelings told me something entirely different."

"Same with me." Cat mumbled. I smiled softly and pulled her into a hug.

"So… do you want to get back together?" I whispered softly after we broke apart.

"Robbie-" She said, before I interrupted her.

"Look I know this isn't perfect. I mean we both have a lot of issues we need to solve, but we can go at our own pace. Just like the first time." I said, taking her hand.

Any doubt Cat had dissolved away as she cupped my cheeks and pulled me into another kiss.

André P.O.V.

Tori and I have worked on this song non-stop for two days and we finally finished it. After reading and rereading and revising the lines, I think we came up with the perfect song. I had a blast writing the song for the girl I love with the girl I love. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I performed it on her birthday.

"So what do you think?" Tori asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"I think we're good." I said, smiling. "Thanks Tori, I don't know what I would do without you."

"Yeah well, you won't have to know, because I'll always be here for you." She replied, smiling back.

I chuckled and pulled her into a hug. Sadly our moment was broken up by a phone vibrating. We broke apart and Tori pulled out her phone.

"Oh I got to go. I completely forgot that my uncle invited us to dinner." She said, hurriedly.

"Ok, cool see you later Tori." I said, forcing a smile. I didn't want Tori to leave.

"See you tomorrow André." She said, giving me a peck on the cheek and walking out.

I stood there holding my cheek probably looking like a love-struck moron, but I couldn't care less.

"Soon." I told myself. "Soon I'll tell Tori my feelings."

Freddie P.O.V.

"I don't know about this." Carly said, pacing around the room nervously.

"Relax Carly." I said, standing up and blocking her from walking. I took her hand and gently sat her down beside me. "I'm sure Spencer will be able to convince them."

"What if they say no though? I don't think Spencer will be able to take it." Carly said, worriedly. "Man, why can't he just pick up his phone or reply to any of my texts?"

"Whoa, cupcake! Chill." Sam said, trying to calm her nerves.

"Sam is right." Mr. Shay agreed. "Spencer will be fine."

Carly nodded, but continued bouncing her legs in anticipation. Our attention was soon fixed on the door as it swung open. We saw Spencer standing there.

"Well?" Carly asked, nervously.

Spencer simply shook his head and looked down.

"Spencer I am so sorry." Mr. Shay said, giving him a hug.

"Why?" He asked, confused. "Is getting married that bad?"

Everyone's complexion changed from glum to happy.

"You're getting married!" Carly squealed, excitedly.

"Way to go Spencer." Sam and I said in unison.

"Yeah well it took some convincing, but they agreed and the wedding is tomorrow." Spencer said, happily.

"Awesome sauce." Sam exclaimed. "Now how about we go and celebrate? I am dying for some Galini's pie!"

"I agree!" I added in favour.

"Me too." Carly said, eagerly. "Dad you have to try it!"

"Sure, I could go for some pie." He replied.

"Well let's go!" Spencer said, running out the door with us following behind.

Before we stepped into the car Carly grabbed me and Sam aside.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah what's up?" Sam asked, equally confused.

"Okay now that the wedding is back on. What are we going to get for Spencer and Sasha?"

I never really gave it any thought, but now that the wedding was tomorrow, we were on a tight schedule.

"How about some ham?" Sam suggested.

Carly and I rolled our eyes. "Not everyone wants meat for a gift like you Puckett." I exclaimed.

"Shut up nub!" Sam retorted.

"Both of you quit it!" Carly snapped. "So what are we going to do?"

"I got it! We should hopefully be able to afford it with all three of us pitching in." I said. "Here's what we get…"

AN: That's the end of the chapter. Due to being unable to post a new chapter tomorrow I decided to post it today. So Cabbie is back and Spencer and Sasha's wedding is on. I know Beck has been missing for a while but he'll return soon. Stay tuned. What are your thoughts on this chapter?