A/N: So this chapter didn't upload as soon as I wanted. It was meant to be Saturday but then my computer got all messed up and then yesterday fanfic wouldn't let me upload but it did get here eventually. Thia chapter is my longest to date. I wonder if anyone can guess why and it has nothing to do with all the events in it :)

So we have the hospital. We have Tommy and Sierra and Jake. We have the wedding. And we can't forget Grandpappy. Man he stirs up a lot of trouble for an old man.

So this chapter is for the writers. Writers of everything and anything. Whether it be you write in your journal, you write a story or poem or even the lyrics to a song. Yup this one is for you. It makes me laugh when people ask me what it feels like to write a story and to have people like it, more than one person has asked questions like this too, and everytime I can never answer them. To me writing is something special. You can share it with a million and one people or you can keep it to yourself. If you're like me you can use it to get all the stress and confusion that is life off of you chest and write about ideas that you love. Maybe you write about personal experiences or you might write up a world that you wish was real so that you could escape to it. I think every writer has a time in their life where they wish that they could escape into whatever it is they've written. Writing gives me this feeling - I don't know what type of feeling it is but it's a good one. If there is even the smallest idea in my head I can't sleep. When I'm writing hunger, thirst and everything around me dissapears and my mind focuses soley on what is in front of me. It may not be a good thing but when I've got the writing bug I can't just push it away. Anyway; so basically this chapter is for anyone who feels something special when they write.

I'm recently found a band called Thriving Ivory. I am so upset that I didn't find them sooner. Their music is...gosh. It's something special. Its just amazing. If you haven't heard of them at least listen to "Angel On The Moon." This song was my changing point in life and made me see things a little differently.

So in case my descriptions of the girls dresses sucked here are the links:
Annabelle's wedding dress: .?productID=171e5396-e826-4c39-89c5-4a8bd02f691b&categoryID=aac17d27-96a5-4742-8c70-b419fe47a7b2&pg=0
Mitchie's maid of honour dress (In blue jay): .?productID=08c98e2a-4340-45ad-a9f9-72589d86968e&categoryID=555ecb5a-3f9c-49d1-9076-36600cd244e7&pg=0
Other bridesmaid dresses are the same but in champagne.

Caity's dress: .

So anyway; I hope you enjoy and thank you all so very much for all the brilliant reviews I've gotten and to all those who have favourited and alerted my story :) It seriously makes my day and I can't believe that I'm two reviews off from 400. That is amazing. I would have been happy with ten reviews and wouldn't have expected anymore so...yeah...wow. Thank you and sorry for the long author's note.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters found in Camp Rock. The dresses are not mine either; I just give really crappy descriptions of them. Miley Cyrus I do not know or own her songs but if you can guess it kudos to you. I wish I owned Shania Twain's voice or songs but sadly I don't so you can't sue me over them. "Chasing Cars" is a brilliant song by Snow Patrol but it isn't mine either and sadly neither is "The Promise" by Tracy Chapman.

'I hate hospitals.' I commented as the nurse unravelled some bandage for my back which was currently uncovered.

'I love the colour blue.'

'Well I'm getting really sleepy; when can we go home?'

'Well I really like the smell of this room; I wonder if you can by the scent.' He said causing the nurse to giggle as she stuck the bandage to my back which made me cringe.

'Must you keep saying stupid things?' I asked in frustration though he only laughed.

'Must you keep complaining?' he retorted which earned him a glare that he laughed at. 'Relax Mo; you're almost finished' Darren said to which I rolled my eyes.

'I already said that I was fine and that you're only overreacting.' I stated as I heard metal scissors cutting the bandage.

'You're kidding me right? What you have kiddo is anything but okay' Darren shot back whilst I gave him another glare.

'You're making a big deal out of nothing and making me miss school so that I can come down here.' I said and winced as the nurse smoothed the end of the bandage to my back.

The only thing I hate more than bandaids are massive bandaids that medical people put on for no reason what so ever.

'Most kids your age that come in here are normally milking their injuries sweetie; what you're brother is doing for you is real sweet.' the nurse said as she helped me pull my shirt back over the big bandaid.

'Yeah well I'm not like most kids.' I muttered as I hopped off of the bed.

'So if you experience any more pain then come back down here immediately and we'll sort it out but if you run out of bandage then I'm sure your local pharmacy will have some.' She continued as if she had not heard me.

'Because every girl who hates bandaids would relish in the idea of -'

'Thank you for checking her out and making sure she wasn't too banged up and I'll make sure she doesn't exert herself too much.' David cut me off and shot a big smile at the nurse who I was currently glaring at.

'I'm sure you wouldn't let her hurt herself; no w you best be going but don't forget I said before.' She said; batting her eyelashes so much that I was afraid she might pass out from dizziness.

'He's married.' I coughed whilst Darren and I made our way to the door. 'I am so telling Bella about you and that nurse – geez could she have made it anymore obvious?' I asked once we were in the hallway.

'She wasn't – I wasn't – you know I wouldn't – you're a pain in the ass you know that right?' Darren asked after finally managing to say an actual sentence.

'Yes I do realise that but so are you as you're the one that made me miss another day of school.' I shot back as we entered an empty elevator.

'Too bad Mo; I can't believe Mum and Dad hadn't noticed it sooner let alone the fact that the doctors didn't find it after the accident.'

Before I had a chance to remind Darren that it was not Mum's or Dad's fault for not noticing his phone started ringing and his face became confused upon pulling it out, 'uh...why are you calling me Mitchie?'

'What? I'm not calling you. How could I – I mean Kai – wait...Kai!' I squealed in happiness as I snatched the phone out of his hands.

'Hello? Is this Darren?' the soft voice on the end of the line asked and I instantly smiled.

'Oh my gosh Kai! How are you? Where are you?' I asked quickly causing the girl to laugh.

'In the hospital still...I really hate hospitals but I'm okay. What about you? Are you going okay?' she questioned and this time I laughed which made Darren look at me suspiciously.

'Same my big brother brought me down to the hospital last night and I'm just on my way home now -'

'Hospital? What happened? I-I thought you were okay yesterday' Kai said and the concern in her voice was obvious.

'I am okay it's I have this slightly weird thing going on with my back from something that happened in the holidays and basically my spine isn't fully straight and the bottom part gets stuck or something along those lines.'

'That doesn't sound that good...I guess it's good you still have the weekend to get better though.'

'Wait – what day is it today Kai?' I asked as the elevator "pinged" telling us that we were on the ground level.

'Friday; why?' she asked though I was not able to answer us as I was in shock.

'Darren it's your wedding in two days! You butthead what the hell are you doing taking me to the hospital when you should be getting yourself ready?' I yelled at my older brother who jumped about a metre in the air.

'God Mitch...yell a bit louder – I don't think the people living over in Australia heard you' Darren complained as he walked out of the elevator whilst rubbing his left hear.

'I'm really sorry Kai but I have to go – something's came up and I need to yell at my brother.' I said whilst following him to the car.

'That's okay but I just wanted to remind you that I still have your phone.'

'What? Oh yeah...right. Um just keep a hold of it for now and I'll catch up with you soon to get it off you is that okay?' I asked as Darren unlocked the car and we both got in.

'Yeah that's fine with me if it's okay with you – have fun at the wedding.' Kai said quickly before hanging up.

'Now back to where I was before: what the hell is wrong with you Dazza? You should be organising last minute preparations and what not' I hissed.

'Chill Mo; we've got plenty of time and even AB agreed that you and the twins are more important than getting married so if anything happened with you three that we would postpone the wedding -'

'If you're postponing the wedding because of my stupid back then I swear to God I will hurt you Darren' I threatened as I glared at my brother.

'No we're not postponing the wedding so don't worry; like the docs said your back isn't that bad at the moment – as long as you don't jam it up more you should be fine. If there would be any reason for why we would be postponing the wedding, and it's been one that AB and I've talked about, it would be because of you and Caity.'

'Caity and me? What do you mean by that? If it's because of her brother then that's just stupid because -'

'Mitch haven't you realised that Caity has nowhere to live right now...she's been disowned by her family – there's a good chance child services will take her away.' Darren interrupted me and I sat in silence so that his words could sink in.

They can't take Caity away. I've only known her for a little while but she's my sister...they can't just take my sister away from me.

'But can't we just take her in with us? Make her my legal sister?' I begged as we pulled up to the driveway.

'That's what Mr and Mrs Gray were talking to us about. While you two were missing they told us about the situation she was in and how they would take her in as she is basically their daughter but they remembered that their son was dating her and it may have made the situation awkward.'

'Ew...that would be awkward. They would be, like, legally brother and sister – oh that's just gross.' I complained whilst getting out of the car and walking up to the house with Darren by my side.

'So does that mean you wouldn't mind it if she moved in with us?' Darren questioned me and I simply gaped at him.

'That would be majorly cool if you did – are you serious that you want to adopt my friend?'

'Yup; we just need to get the papers and things like that organised but Caity doesn't know yet so you can't tell her.' Darren told me as he unlocked the front door and allowed me to go in first.

Upon our arrival I heard a girly shriek as a bottle blonde came running towards us and chucked her arms around my neck and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

'Oh my gosh thank God you are okay Torrey – when you came home last night and then you left and then you came back and then Darren took you...I've never had so much drama in one year let alone day.' She gushed though I was still a bit confused of who was hugging me.

'Sierra let go of Mitchie before you choke her to death and we have to take her back to the hospital.' Darren said causing the girl who Darren claimed was Sierra to release me so that I could breathe properly again.

'Darren what are you talking about? This isn't Sierra,' I said whilst gesturing at the blonde, 'I mean I don't think I've ever heard Sierra say "oh my gosh" as she always mocked me about it and she said she would never go blonde.'

'Ah...Torrey; you might wanna have a closer look at me.' she said though I only rolled my eyes.

'Please; I think I know my best friend well enough to know that she would never go blonde' I shot back but curiosity got the better of me and I ended up giving the new girl a close once over.

'If I'm not Sierra then how would I know where to find you?' she asked whilst crossing her arms against her chest.

'You could've come here with Tommy or Jake or my Grandpaps' I suggested noticing the freckles on her neck that formed a deformed star.

Just like Sierra.

'I did come here with all three of them but I came because I'm Sierra and I'm here for Dazza's wedding. If I wasn't Sierra how would I know that for your seventeenth birthday you've always wanted to ride around on a buckskin horse for as long as you can despite how many times I've told you that your ass would be killing you and that you'll chicken out before you even get on the horse?'

Oh my gosh. She's blonde.

'Tommy! Tommy and Jake get your butts in here right now!' I screeched whilst making my way to the living room to see if they were in there.

'What's going on Daz? Why is she screaming for us?' I heard Tommy ask from the staircase.

'I swear whatever it was that I didn't break it and if I did then it was totally by accident.' Jake said as I re-entered the foyer.

'Why is she blonde?' I asked pointing at Sierra. 'Why did you let her go blonde and what on earth made you want to be blonde? And it's short and straight! What the hell happened to you – oh my gosh I just realised you have no glasses. Where are you glasses?' I demanded from my hometown friends.

'I'm not a teenager anymore and I'm not in the mood to go through all the emotions like I know you most likely will Mo so I'm going to go find Pops.' Darren said whilst excusing himself from the room.

'Torrey just hear me out okay -'

'Drop it Wilky. Just tell me if you changed for a guy – that's all I want to know.' I said quietly and watched in shock as she nodded her head. 'You've got to be kidding me? What the hell happened to never changing for a guy?'

'Well you changed for Shane' she fought back and her argument sparked a flame inside of me.

'You did not just compare me wearing a skirt to you dying and straightening and cutting your hair and getting rid of your glasses' I said quietly as I saw Tommy slowly make his way over to me.

'Mitch; you wore a skirt – on your own free will. If you ask me what I did was way less drastic than what you did.'

'Firstly if you're gonna use the fact that I changed my wardrobe then you should get your facts right,' I said bitterly, 'I changed in hope of fitting in with everyone else. Shane was the one that stuck by me even when I was wearing his trackies or covered in mud. I had never changed to impress Shane – never.'

'Well big deal that you're so morally sound Mitchie. You weren't the one that got ditched and became the only girl in a group of guy friends. The fact that they were all popular didn't help.'

'Hey; don't bring us into this. We were happy when you were the curly brown haired girl with glasses and we're fine with what you look like now.' Tommy interrupted our debate with hands raised in a sign of peace.

'Well who'd you change for then Wilky; if it wasn't these two then who was?' I asked quietly and I noticed for once that Jake was being unusually quiet and had his head focused on the ground.

'Chris Matthews.' She stated proudly with a smirk as my mouth once again dropped open.

'You transformed yourself into a Katarina wannabe so that Chris Matthews would notice you?' I asked in complete shock and horror.

'He's done more than notice; we're dating now.' Sierra announced whilst flourishing her right hand that had a ring on the middle finger.

'Um...I just remembered I left some things at the hotel – I'll be back later okay Mitchie.' Jake mumbled loud enough for me to hear him before walking over to the front door.

'Yeah – I think I might join you Jake...I don't think I'm wanted here anyway,' Sierra said as she followed him to the door, 'and if you ask me your new friends aren't any good for you – you've changed for the worse Michelle.' And with that she slammed the door shut and left my speechless and wide eyed.

'Torrey whatever it is you're thinking about doing take some nice, deep, slow breaths before it okay?' Tommy advised but I ignored him and instead made my way over to the staircase.

'If anyone's looking for me then tell them that I'm...I don't care...just tell them something' I muttered before ascending the stairs and walking to my bedroom.

Once I was inside my room I made my way over to my iPod dock and pressed play so that the last song that was playing continued to play. The drums and guitar introduced the song but as I could not name the song off of the top of my head I leaned in and groaned upon reading the title and name. As the music flowed through out my room I flopped backwards onto my bed, the springs squeaking under me, and squashed a pillow against my face before emitting a high-pitched scream which was muffled by the pillow.

I heard the phone down stairs ring though I was too flustered to get up and ask who it was so I remained on my back with the pillow against my face until there was a knock on my door.

'Go away.' I called out to the intruder though they did not listen as I heard my door creak open.

'And to think you'd be happy to see me – I hope you're not planning on suffocating yourself with that pillow...I'd rather not be the prime suspect for your murderer.' remarked one of my favourite voices that I really did not want to hear at the current moment.

'Seriously Tommy; I just need to be alone.' I said whilst rolling over to my side so that my back was to him.

'Wow...Miley Cyrus – I would've never thought that you would listen to her music in a million years.' he said as the bed sunk in slightly telling me that he was sitting close.

'You are an insufferable, stubborn git you know that right? I really want to be alone right now so feel free to leave within the next minute.' I snapped as I hugged the pillow that I had previously screamed into.

'Hey; firstly I know what this song means to you and Woody so don't go all bitchy on me and secondly no one wants to be alone Torrey and you know that. They always say they do but really they hope someone comes along and talks to them' Tommy said and I felt his warm hand on my shoulder.

With a gentle pull he had rolled me over so that I was once again lying on my back with my pillow clutched to my chest; the tears that I was trying to hide were now visible and I hated it.

'Are you actually crying over what Sierra said?' he questioned as he brushed my fringe away from my eyes, 'and you really need to get this cut before you can't see out of it' Tommy added with a soft chuckle.

'How could she change like that? I didn't think that by me moving away she would change herself so that she could impress Chris Matthews. Doesn't she realise he's a tool that dates everyone? Didn't she see how hurt Jake looked today when she was showing off her ring? Plus my friends aren't that bad – hell they're pretty cool and make me smile and cry at the same time.' I said; the whole time my hands were flying around in the air and running through my hair.

'You're gonna end up bald if you keep pulling at your hair the way you do and I think you need a hug.' Tommy said whilst pulling me up into a sitting position.

'I don't want a hug I want to know what's going through my stupid friend's mind.' I grumbled whilst pushing away Tommy's arms.

'You might not want one but you need one.' He said; his arms wrapping tightly around me and pulling me against him.

'You're right...I need a hug.' I agreed as I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his chest.

'So what did the doc say?' Tommy asked after a few moments of silence.

'I'm all messed up Ash...I guess it could've been worse though.' I mumbled to myself as Tommy gently rubbed my arm.

'That doesn't tell me what the matter is Misty.'

'I have a slight scoliosis; though how someone can have a slightly demented back is beyond me.' I wiggled out of his grip so that I could wipe away the tears that had thankfully stopped falling.

'Yeah...I'm still gonna need more than that.' Tommy said whilst I shifted my position on the bed and moved to cross my legs but gasped in pain as the bandaid stretched my skin.

'Basically my spine is curved slightly on the right side; they called it Dextro – Dextros...'

'Dextroscoliosis.' Tommy supplied and I smiled in thanks.

'Yeah that...and they said that I was born with it, I think they might've said congeni-something or other, but they're still trying to figure out why it wasn't picked up on sooner – something about it being not fully curved so it wouldn't be that noticeable. And they said that when I was in the accident something at the bottom of the spine got jammed or didn't sit properly so now if anything impacts it, it will start to hurt and stuff. They used a bunch of scientific words but I can't remember them let alone say them.' I explained and watched Tommy's face to see his reaction.

'So they definitely said it was only slightly curved?' he asked slowly and I nodded but before I could ask why he asked another question, 'good...did they mention surgery?'

'Only if it worsens over time – they said I could now if I wanted to but there's not much point as it's not as bad as it could be and it shouldn't interrupt my daily life and all that junk. But they did an ultrasound on my back today for some reason and I'm going back again next week for another session.' I answered and watched his face flood with relief.

'Good...I wouldn't want to see you go through all the surgery and the aftermath.'

'Is it really that bad?' I asked knowing that his parents who were doctors had taught him about different terms, illnesses and diseases in hope that he would go into the medical field as well.

'From what Mum and Dad say it's just a lot of work for the person who needs to go through it...a lot of money and pain.' he said and I pulled a face at what he said.

'Well I guess now that you've said all that I'd rather have the ginourmous bandaid then have surgery.'

'Mitchie – you have visitors!' Annabelle called up to us and I took a deep breath to make sure my voice would not shake when I talk to the newcomers.

'Does it look like I've been crying?' I asked Tommy as we stood up.

'No.'

'Does my hair look terrible?'

'Yes. Are you going to tell your friends what the doctor said?' Tommy asked me as we made our way to my door.

'Not yet; are you?'

'Only when you tell me to will I mention it.' He promised as we made our way down the staircase to a smiling Grey family; minus Nate.

'Wow...hey everyone – Christine, Paul. What are y'all doing here?' I asked as Shane walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

'We were worried about you Mitcho,' Freddy said as he ran over and gave me a hug, 'I shoulda watched out for you better. I'm sorry.'

'Hey what happened isn't your fault,' I said sternly as I crouched down to his level and had to make sure that the pain from the bandage once again stretching did not show on my face, 'it was just bad luck and I don't want you blaming yourself for that alright Freddo?' he nodded his head in understanding and I ruffled the hair of the younger boy.

'We came over to make sure you were okay and to talk to your brother and Annabelle about Caity's living arrangements.' Christine explained and I smiled at her concern for Caitlyn and I.

'Well I'm fine and Darren and Bella are in the kitchen with my Grandpa; I should warn you that he likes to have the odd joke at other's expense and tells a few wise tails so don't believe everything he says.' I warned and the room laughed.

'So where are the babies?' Freddy asked cheerfully as his parents left our group to go talk to the other adults.

'I'm pretty sure they're in the kitchen with Bella so -' before I has a chance to finish my sentence the younger boy that I had grown to consider as a younger brother had already ran off in the direction of the kitchen.

'I'll go make sure that he doesn't drop one of the little girls on their head or pull their ears.' Jason said and excused himself from the room; leaving Shane, Tommy and me.

'Uh...I don't know if you two officially met last night so Shane this is Tommy Wilkinson and Tommy this is Shane Grey.' I introduced them to each other with a small smile as I stood back up from the ground.

'Yeah we met last night – before the hospital,' Tommy said as he and Shane shook hands, 'but we didn't get to talk because it was so rushed.'

'So how are you really going Wendy?' Shane asked; turning to face me and before I had a chance to answer he had wrapped his arms around me and brought me into a tight hug. 'Tell me the truth too – not the lame lie you told to everyone else.' he whispered into my ear and I could feel the tears welling up once again so I quickly blinked them away.

'I really am good Shane. The doctor just said to take it easy and not to strain myself.' I said quietly; even though I was not fully lying I still felt bad especially because I knew Tommy was still in the room and he knew the truth.

'Good because I don't think I would be able to handle it if you were hurt.' I bit down on my tongue to keep the tears at bay as I was sick and tired of crying over everything.

The wedding is in two days. I have a massive bandaid on my lower back to do something or other about "keeping it in place" and have another check up next week where the docs are gonna do an ultrasound on my back, and here I was thinking ultrasounds were only for pregnant women, and I just lied to my boyfriend. On top of all that my soon-to-be sister is in hospital and I'm fighting with my best friend. Yeah...life is good.

**

Aargh. Stupid dress. Just let me zip you up!

I once again tried to zip the back of my dress up but to no avail as every time I tried to stretch my arms back to secure the dress the bandaid would start to pinch my skin and that was one of my least favourite feelings in the world.

'I hope you know I hate you.' I muttered to the dress whilst scowling at it in the mirror.

I was currently in my friend's hotel room and trying to get my wedding dress on as I knew I would be needed further down the hall as that was where the bride was getting ready. With a frustrated sigh I once again tried to reach for my zipper but when I could not I had to force myself not to run a hand through my perfectly styled hair.

I took a few moments before my next attempt of zipping myself up to actually take in my appearance. The "blue jay" coloured floor length dress I was wearing was hiding my silver strapped shoes. The chiffon material was cinched in at my waist with the same coloured material in satin which was also the material used to create the halter neck strap. My silver locket was hanging against my skin and my Mother's bracelet was dangling from my wrist. Silver diamonds were in my earlobes and my hair had been done so that I now had a left side part and my bangs were swept to the side and hair sprayed there with barrel curls hanging around my face. I had currently pushed some hair behind my left ear with one hand as I ran the other over my right eyebrow to make sure all the hairs were still in their perfect line. I smacked my nude glossed lips together before giving a sigh of defeat.

'I need help.' I muttered to myself as I stormed over to the bed where I had thrown my leather jacket and slid myself into my favourite item of clothing before pulling the front of the dress up so that I would not fall and marched out of the room and down the hall to where I knew Darren would be getting changed.

I raised a hand and knocked against the white wood and waited a few moments until the door finally opened and I was surprised to find Tommy standing in front of me in a suit.

'Ah...I would ask why you're here but I have bigger problems.' I said as I pushed past him and into the room to find my brother standing in front of a mirror and was attempting to tie is bow tie. 'Now this is just scary that you and I are both having wardrobe problems on your wedding day.' I teased whilst joining my brother in the mirror.

'Mo what are you doing here? Isn't it bad luck or something?' he asked worriedly to which I laughed.

'It would be if I was the one you were marrying but as that is not only gross but also illegal, at least as far as I know, I think your luck is still in tack. But I do need you to zip me up and then I'll do your tie.' I said whilst removing my leather jacket and chucking it over a chaise lounge.

'How's your back going?' Tommy asked whilst sitting himself on the chaise lounge that my jacket was occupying whilst Darren zipped me up.

'Well as I haven't gone bungee jumping or horseback riding yet it's going pretty well.' I said sarcastically before turning around so that I could do my brother's bow tie.

'When did you learn how to do tie's?' Darren questioned me curiously as I worked my magic on the bit of material around his neck.

'You'd be amazed at how good your sister is with bow ties and all that kind of stuff – she's the one that saved Jake and I from looking like fools at our formal and then forced us to learn how.' Tommy said and I shot him a glare over my shoulder.

'Why are you sitting in my brother's room in a suit Tommy - and where are your groomsmen too Darren?' I asked the two boys and they both exchanged a look before Darren decided to explain.

'My other groomsmen are getting ready at their houses and meeting us down at the wedding place and Tommy is part of the wedding party as he is my Best Man.' he said as I finished tying his bow tie and my head whipped around to face Tommy.

'Seriously? Oh my gosh thank god!' I squealed in delight as I rushed over to where he was sitting and threw my arms around him. 'Here I was thinking that I was going to have to dance with some crabby old man who would be complaining about the youth of today but I don't and this is awesome!' I screeched causing both of my boys to cover their ears with their hands.

'Wow...someone's happy.' Tommy teased and I scrunched my nose up at him with a smile.

'Anyway I better get going – I still need to check on the beautiful bride as I still haven't seen this dress of hers and make sure she isn't freaking out as I know if I had to marry someone like you Dazza, no offence or anything, but I'd be doubting whether I should walk down the aisle.' I taunted Darren who merely stuck his tongue out as I skipped to the door but was stopped as Darren called my name out.

I turned around to find my brother walking over to me with a small smile on my face and tears in his eyes, 'You look absolutely stunning Michelle...a spitting image of Mum and Dad would have to fend off all the fella's who would be making their way to you.' He said when he finally reached me causing tears to blur my vision.

'Well I think at this point Mum would be crying her eyes out over how handsome her baby boy looks in his suit and tie and Dad would be handing over – wait...shoot! I left them in Tommy's room; give me a sec.' I blurted out before dashing out of the room and back into Tommy's to grab my purse off of the cabinet and ran back to Darren's room.

'What was all that a -'

'Let me finish talking you big oaf.' I ordered my brother once the door was closed behind me. 'I got these in the will with a letter from Dad and another one from both of them and I was told I had to keep them from you until I saw you next or until your wedding day,' I explained as I opened my purse and pulled out the small white box and an envelope with Darren's name written in Mum's cursive handwriting, 'here. It was Dad's and he wanted you to have it.'

I carefully handed over the box and letter; the latter Darren stowed in his pocket as he opened the small box and I watched with a smile as his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened to the size of a golf ball.

'But these were Dad's – he – I thought – wow.' he breathed as he gazed at the cufflinks that were resting inside of the box. 'These were the ones Dad wore on his wedding day...I got the biggest smack when I tried taking them when I was younger.'

'Well now you're older and he wants you to have them so I'll leave you and Tommy to put them on and don't forget the letter – you really do look good today Daz and I could not be more proud of you.' I said whilst giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room to go help the bride.

When I entered the chaotic room I was amazed with how beautiful the blushing bride looked and despite there being three other bridesmaids in the room the bride almost instantly took you attention away from them. Annabelle was being hugged by her crying mother and her dress was absolutely breathtaking and I made a mental note to ask to borrow it for my own. It was an ivory white colour with a train that was not too long but not too short and had been cinched in at the waist with a lacy brooch and had lace straps that hung on her shoulders. The dress had a few chosen panels that were decorated with embroidered lace, beads and sequins whilst the ones that were not were simply satin. The top bodice was completely detailed by the lace and beads and had a thick, lace up back. She had natural make up and her strawberry blonde hair sat in barrel curls around her face, similar to mine, but had a thick lace headband gracing her head.

'Mitchie! Oh thank heavens your here.' Annabelle said once noticing that I was standing in the room.

'Wow Bella...you look stunning – why'd you go do that? Now Darren's gonna faint at the altar.' I joked and she laughed with a bright smile.

'Me? Look at you honey...you look gorgeous. I can't wait to see Shane's face when he lays eyes on you.' Annabelle shot back causing me to blush.

As I was looking around at the other bridesmaids I realised how different I looked and started to become nervous. They all had the same dress as me but where mine was coloured "blue jay" theirs was of a champagne colour and whilst my hair was hanging down around my shoulders, all of theirs was tied up into a messy bun with a piece of champagne ribbon tied around it.

'Bella why'd you make me stand out so much? What if they get upset?' I asked quickly as I noticed Tracy standing nearby and shooting me murderous glares.

'What? Tracy? Don't worry about her sweetie. Everyone in this room agrees about how beautiful you look and she's only jealous and has been in a bad mood since the moment she got here. She's always had it against me for having Paul's baby and getting married to him – she has it stuck in her head for some reason that he's going to drop me and runaway with her.' Annabelle said bitterly as she brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

'Then why would you invite her to the wedding let alone in the bridal party if she might jeopardise it?'

'Because they grew up together as best friends and promised each other they would be in each other's weddings and for some reason this little girl just had to follow through with it.' Her mother chided lightly resulting in my respect for Annabelle to grow as she held her promise to the evil lady even though she was...well...evil.

'Before I forget I have something for you too; it's from my Mum and Dad,' I said as I once again opened my purse and pulled out a long, thin white box and another envelope and handed them over to her, 'if you already have something blue then I have the receipt at home...but I don't know how long ago they bought it so it might not be useful -'

'Oh my god...it's beautiful.' Annabelle gushed as she pulled out a thin, silver chain that had two small diamonds with a blue sapphire dropping in the middle. 'I love it...I just wish I had been able to know them.' She said tearfully as I took the necklace from her and gestured for her to turn around.

'They would have loved to have a daughter like you Bella. You really are an amazing woman you know right?' I said whilst fastening the necklace around her small neck.

'You realise that you are too right?' she asked facing me with a glistening eyes.

'Hey it's your wedding day – no crying until after the photos.' I said after Annabelle had pulled me into a tight hug.

How such a small girl holds so much strength is beyond me.

'I'm not crying. I'm just – leaking a little bit from the eyes.' She argued once she pulled away from me and brushed away the two stray tears.

I laughed at her excuse for the tears and watched with a smile as she moved towards the mirror and gently touched her necklace.

This is going to be a brilliant day...I can just tell – oh. I hope I didn't just jinx that.

**

'You are one hard girl to get a hold of you know that.' A voice whispered into my ear and I laughed as I turned around and wrapped my arms around Shane's neck.

'Well I am the maid of honour so I have to make sure everyone is happy and that the bride and groom are having a good time and that the DJ has all the right music... Then there's the cake and when Tracy stepped on her dress and tore it so I had to fix it for her and -' I was broken off as Shane's lips captured mine and I had to admit I missed the feeling of his lips against mine.

'You talk way too much.' He said softly as he rested his forehead against mine whilst his hands sat on my waist.

'Maybe you don't talk enough.' I argued with a smile as the crackling sound came over the speakers and the DJ announced that it was time for the bride and groom to share their first dance.

The voice of the singer had set me into a fit of giggles as Darren and Annabelle made began slowly dancing in the middle of the floor.

'What's so funny?' Shane asked with an amused face as I buried my face in his suit.

'Darren and I had this big fight when we were younger because Mum and Dad used to always play Shania Twain and whenever "You're Still The One" came on they would always start dancing and being all lovey-dovey. Long story short I loved her voice and swore that one of her songs would be my wedding dance whilst Darren swore that he would never in a million years play her music at his wedding,' I explained as I turned my head so that I watched Darren pull a face at me before his attention went back to his wife, 'I guess Annabelle's a fan of Shania.'

'You really loved her music that much?'

'Yeah; I always used to sing her music and claim to be her - I even had a leopard print jacket because she wore one.'

'Then what's your song going to be?' Shane enquired as he laced his fingers with mine and escorted me out to the dance floor. 'By the way will you have this dance with me?'

'I wouldn't want to dance with anyone else,' I answered as I placed one hand on his shoulder, my other hand being held by one of his as his right hand rested on my waist, 'and my song is hopefully going to be "Forever and Always."

'Ah...well that's a pretty good choice if you ask me Wendy.' He said as he moved my hand that he was holding to my shoulder then wrapped both arms around my waist. 'Also I can't remember if I've told you yet or not how absolutely beautiful you look.'

'I think you have about a hundred times but a hundred and one never hurt anyone. I still can't believe how amazing Caity looks – I mean I knew she was pretty and all but I have never seen her in, like, a girl dress with heels.' I said as I watched Nate and Caitlyn dancing together not too far away from us.

Nate had said something and Caitlyn had thrown her head back in laughter, her curls flying all over the place, as the continued swaying to the music. She was wearing draped one shoulder, berry coloured dress that looked amazing with her skin tone and hair colour. The dress had two tones of purple on it and had an asymmetrical hemline but despite the fact that it was incredibly feminine and silky it seemed to have been made for Caitlyn.

'Yeah she does look pretty good but I'd rather continue dancing with the girl I am right now.' Shane flirted making me laugh at how cheesy he was.

'Is that so Mr Corny-one-liner?' I asked with raised eyebrows.

'Most definitely; out of all the girls here I would not want to dance with anyone else other than the girl that stole my heart. You know how I know that you stole my heart?' he asked and I shook my head no. 'Because I know that I can't stand being in the same room as you and not being able to hold you. I hate the idea of you being upset and hurting – especially if it's because of me. I hate the jealousy I feel when you're with any guy that isn't me; including my own brothers. But most of all I know that I'm in love with you because I notice the smallest things about you and find every single thing you do is beautiful. Also the fact that when I'm this close to you I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach...it's like a bunch of birds or something and they're all moving around at once.' Shane said and I was about to laugh when I noticed that he was not joking. I felt the butterflies in my stomach take flight upon noticing the small upwards turn of his eyes and how his mouth had the tiniest curve at the ends. 'Also Mitchie...no matter what happens I'll always be here...no matter how far away I may seem. As long as you hold my heart and save me a special part for me in your heart then I'll always be there. I promise.' He said before leaning down and kissing me and I felt sparks fly throughout my whole body at his touch.

Wow. I think I'm in love with Shane. Is it even possible to love someone at my age? I need to talk to Caity about this. But there's no denying it – I most definitely have past the "liking" part of Shane Grey and almost everything he said applies to how I feel about him. But when do I tell him? I'll tell him when the time is right...near the end of the night...when we're leaving. I can't believe that I'm in love with Shane grey.

After eating the first and second course meals I was once again asked out onto the dance floor by my brother and I could not hide the confusion as he pulled me out of my seat and guided me to the floor; Annabelle and her father a few steps behind us.

'What are we doing Daz? You better tell me what we're doing or your gonna end up with a black eye.' I threatened as the DJ played another song; the notes from the guitar filling the large room.

'Well it time for the father-daughter dance and I've seen Grandpaps dance so I'm stealing you for this dance.' He said as he spun me around before placing my hand in his and dancing with me to Heartland's "I Loved Her First."

'Thank you.' I said quietly as I rested my head on my brother's shoulder and continued to dance with him.

'But I need to warn you of something – it shouldn't happen today but just in case it does I want you to hear it from me.'

'What are you going on about Dazza and since when did you become the serious grownup?' I joked but realised that he actually was serious but before I had a chance to further enquire or for him to explain my Grandfather had interrupted us dancing.

'Baby girl I'd love it if I could share this dance with you.' My Grandfather said with a big smile but as my brother left us I noticed the unusual interaction between the two men. It was almost one of hatred.

'Hey Pappy; are you enjoying the night?' I asked as we slowly moved back and forth to the music.

'Actually I am but I have some important news I need to tell you about.' He said causing my interest to pick up.

'Okay then...shoot.' I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

'Well I've been meaning to tell you but then you left and then I was unsure of whether or not it was my place to step in but after what happened the other night I think I've left it too long but I don't want you to hate you ole' pappy for it.'

'I could never hate you Pap's; you're acting silly if you think I can.' I reassured him as the father-daughter song finished and was replaced with "Chasing Cars."

Man...this song is so pretty. Where's Shane when I need him? I want to dance with him right now – Mitchie listen to your grandfather!

'You're moving home with me.' He stated and my whole body seemed to stop working as my heart dropped to the floor.

'Why are you joking about something like that Pappy -?'

'I'm not joking Shelly –this is serious and I'm serious as a heart attack.'

'I – no...I mean sorry Grandpa but I'm not moving home with you. It's final. I'm happy here.'

'You may be happy at the moment but you're not always. I've heard about how many times you've cried and how you couldn't fit in at school, I've seen how much your friends miss you, you're not safe here and I don't trust that boy of yours.'

'Where is all this coming from? I am happy here. Sure I may have one or two bad days but I had them back in Texas as well. What happened with Leo was a one off and I've never been safer and how can you hate Shane? He hasn't done anything wrong.' I said defending my boyfriend and everyone else I knew here.

'This isn't something you have a choice over Shelly – I've already talked with your brother and I still need to convince him that it would be better but I can do that when you're safe back home in Texas with me.' My grandfather explained and I felt my anger bubble and rise inside of me and I had to mentally force myself not to start yelling at him then and there.

'Darren takes brilliant care of me and so does Annabelle and I don't want to leave and why haven't you said why you don't like Shane?' I asked quietly but I could hear the coldness in my voice.

'I'm sure your brother and his wife does take good care of you but they have children of their own now sweetie and they're gonna be busy with them so it's best if you just come home with me and I don't have to explain why I don't like that boy – I just don't.'

'You keep saying that but all your reasons are stupid and you can't just hate someone for no reason. I demand you tell me why you don't like Shane.'

'Michelle; don't take that voice with me.' He warned but I ignored it.

'Don't call me Michelle Grandfather and tell me why.' I insisted stubbornly as the song finished and was replaced once again with another one.

'He's not good for you. He can't take care of you the way Tommy can and I just don't like the way he treats you.' He finally blurted out and I released his hand and took a quick step away from him as if he burnt me.

'Hey Mitchie; is it okay if I take over from here Mr Torres?' Nate asked coming to my rescue and without even waiting for an answer he grabbed a hold of my hand and whisked me away. 'What happened Mitchie?' he asked once we were safe from prying ears.

'Everything...today was meant to be a good day Nate...it wasn't meant to go like this.' I whispered sadly as tears began spilling from my eyes. One of my favourite songs was now playing and I hated how I now knew that every time "Come Away With Me" would play that I would always be reminded of what my Grandfather said.

'Whoa – you need to tell me what happened now Mitchie and tell me what I can do.' Nate said as he began comfortingly rubbing my back and for once the pain around my lower back was not taking all of my attention.

'I'm moving Nate – back home to Texas. My Grandpa is taking me home and I don't think I'm coming back.' I said as his arms tightened around me.

'He can't do that Mitchie...Darren has guardianship over you.' Nate said stubbornly but I merely shook my head.

'Think about it Nate. I've been kidnapped and abused, Darren now has to take care of the twins and soon Caity...my Grandpa has all the dirt on us...he can win this. He can make sure that I go home with him and stay there if we go to court.'

'We won't let him Mitchie...I promise we'll figure out something but until then do you know anything that I can do?'

'Can you help me break up with Shane?' I asked quietly and hated how needy I sounded though I could not help it.

My Grandfather just told me I'm leaving the place I've grown to love and that he hates my boyfriend because he isn't someone else. I think I'm allowed to cry.

"If you can make a promise

If it's one that you can keep

I vow to come for you
If you wait for me and say you'll hold
A place for me in your heart."