Hey guys.

Not really much to say this time around. Not planning on graphic sex until the last chapter (SORRY) because it's just not my thing lately. When it isn't angst, I've been into lovey dovey shit to mend the broke heart Sherlock gave me.

Also, it seems my tablet is working once again and posting my stories how they were written. Let's hope it stays fixed this time.

Pet Peeve #7: When guys ask for naughty pics or talk and I say no, they keep pressing the issue. I said no, it will always be no, don't care who you are or what you want, just no.

Note: Since there are only three chapters to go, it will go like this.

Chapter 21: Discovering American Cultures and whatnot

Chapter 22: The wedding

Chapter 23: The honeymoon

Please enjoy.

K-Y-L-EH-E William

I stood behind Grell, looking at what he was doing on his laptop over his shoulder. He had called me over a moment ago, and he was bouncing in excitement as I entered the kitchen. "See? It says right here that it is legal in Utah*."

I hummed, eyebrows furrowing. "Grell, darling, that's an awfully long way to travel for such a thing. Shouldn't we just wait until it is legalized here?" Sad green eyes turned toward me.

"William... You don't think it would be worth it... So we could be married?" His voice broke halfway through the sentence and I could see tears rapidly filling those gorgeous eyes.

"No, no, that's not what I meant, sweetheart. There is nothing I want more than to be married to you. Okay, we'll go. I just have some planning to do to make this work." Grell launched himself at me, and we fell to the floor. I groaned as my head smacked the tiles.

"Oh, thank you, Will!" He was snuggling my chest, looking up at me excitedly. "We're bringing Sebastian, Lizzie, Claude, and everyone. Oh, William! I'm so excited!" He suddenly stood, and I grunted as he used my chest to push himself up.

I watched curiously as he ran to the door, grabbing his coat. "I need to tell Lizzie! I have plans to make! I'll be back later, darling!" And just like that, he was gone. I smiled after him, even after the door was closed.

K-Y-L-EH-E Grell

I ran up to the front door of Sebastian's house, knocking excitedly. The door swung open, and Sebastian yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Sebas-chan! Where is Elizabeth!? I have to talk to her now!"

He eyed me cautiously. "Although you look happy, Elizabeth told me not to let you in just in case things went wrong with William, and you're quite the little actress." I glared at him in impatient frustration.

"Move, Sebastian. You'll do so if you know what's good for you. I have wedding plans to discuss with Lizzie." Everything seemed to click in his head and his eyes trailed down to my left hand, where the promise ring was once again in place.

"Well I'll be damned. Come in, then. She's up in our bedroom." I nodded, pushing past the ravenette and running up their staircase and to their shared bedroom. I burst through the door, the handle slamming into the door-stop.

Elizabeth shrieked, scrambling off the side of her bed. She had clearly mistaken my excitement for rage. "Please go easy on me! He was so desperate to see you and he just seemed like a love-sick puppy! I just had to help him! Oh, Grell, spare my face!"

I rushed over to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Lizzie. Lizzie calm down. I have news. We're getting married!" Her struggling body froze, and a sudden panic overcame me. Was she not happy for me?

"Grell... That's... That's wonderful! How, though? It isn't even legal here!" She stared up at me with curious, excited eyes. I grinned down at her.

"We're going to America. I was hoping you could help me plan the wedding?" She nodded eagerly, almost vibrating in my lap in her excitement. "Good, because I don't know what to do first."

"Dress shopping, of course!"

K-Y-L-EH-E Lizzie

I clicked the 'end' button on my cell phone and smiled at Grell. "That dress shop you love so much has a huge bridal section and consultants and whatnot. I got you an appointment for thursday if that works for you."

I saw him nod, an excited glint shining in his eyes. "That's absolutely perfect, Lizzie. What would I do without you?"

K-Y-L-EH-E

Grell, Mey-Rin, Pluto, and I sat before in comfortable chairs, waiting for Grell's consultant to come. Grell was bouncing excitedly, something that happened whenever you took him somewhere with many dresses.

"I'm a bit nervous," he admitted, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. I remembered how I felt dress shopping after Sebastian had proposed to me, and I knew it could be a very nerve-wracking experience. Especially when your mother didn't agree with the type of dress you wanted...

Finally the consultant stepped out, a very pretty woman with lavender hair and a friendly smile. "Hello. Who is my bride today?" The shock on her face was apparent when Grell raised his hand shyly, but it melted into a grin. "Oh my, we don't usually have such beautiful customers!"

Grell was all but squirming in his seat at the compliment, and I grinned. This woman was amazing to be able to make Grell of all people feel shy, and it was a rare but amusing occurrence.

"Well, any specific styles we're looking for today?"

"I want to see him in a fitted lace gown," I said first.

"I think he'd be beautiful in a silk princess gown, yes he would!" Mey-Rin grinned proudly at her own suggestion.

Pluto shook his head. "Absolutely not to both of those. Grell would look best in something fitted around the middle to accentuate his feminine curves. Not a fit and flare, not quite, but something with an elegant skirt and a small train, if no train at all. It should be silk."

Three sets of shocked eyes turned toward Pluto, who only shrugged. Angela smirked at the silver haired man and grabbed his arm. "Follow me. I think I have the perfect dress in mind. Bride, we need to get you into the dressing room."

K-Y-L-EH-E Pluto

It took Angela about thirty minutes to get the dress fitted to accommodate Grell's flat chest, but it was worth it. Grell looked absolutely stunning, and I grinned. I knew what would look good, and I was right.

"Ready to go show your friends?" Grell gave a quick nod, "What if they don't like it?" written clear as day on his face. I gave him a reassuring glance and headed out before them to take my seat between Mey-Rin and Elizabeth, who both looked excited to see Grell in his dress.

Seconds after I sat down, we saw Grell walking toward the small circular step, dress elegantly sweeping about his feet. His eyes were downcast until he reached the step, and when he was standing on it, he finally looked up to see our reactions.

"Lizzie... Why are you crying?" Grell sounded scared as he bit his lower lip. I don't think I'd ever seen a friend so scared about getting a dress. Then again, none of them were male.

"You just look... You look so beautiful, Grell." Elizabeth sniffled, covering her mouth and trying to calm herself. Mey-Rin looked stunned, a few tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. It seemed she thought the same about Grell as Elizabeth did.

"Let's not forget the most important thing... Grell, how do you feel in this dress?" We all watched as Grell turned toward the mirrors behind him. He grinned and I saw the tears fall from his eyes. He stared and twirled and grinned.

"Yes! This is it! It's perfect!"

K-Y-L-EH-E

The ending of this chapter is iffy as fuck. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed anyways. C: