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Named White Wedding by Billy Idol
(Revised 9/25/13)

I looked around the backyard of Sharpay's parent's house with my stomach in knots. Everything is a beautiful mess. People are running around organizing everything, all under Sharpay's supervision of course.

The white tents with sheer curtains to keep out the bugs were perfectly placed.

The tables under the tents were being set up and perfected, making sure each table was exactly where it needed to be, along with the appropriate amount of chairs.

The white chairs were set up in front of the gazebo with light blue and silver tool lacing the sides. Sharpay insisted on going with silver instead of white with everything since I am to be wearing white. I thought it was a wonderful idea.

The wooden dance floor was installed yesterday.

The gazebo was covered in white, twinkling lights and unlit torches lined the aisle I am going to walk down.

The forecast is clear skies and a surprisingly comfortable temperature for New Mexico in June.

All the dresses and tuxes are in their assigned rooms, on opposite ends of the house, of course. Belle brought all of the things she would need to do hair yesterday, and we all brought the makeup we use.

Adam and Shyanne came into town a few days ago, my dad too. Lucy was here last week. Taylor moved back a few weeks ago, so everyone is here that needs to be. Family members are slowly coming to town. The hotels here are going to be bumpin' for a few days.

I wrung my hands together as I ran my eyes over everything again and again. I'm getting married today. Tonight at eight o'clock (the time changed so many times) I will become Gabriella Bolton.

Doors opened behind me, followed by footsteps on the deck. "You're up surprisingly early for a girl who puked three times last night," my best friend mentioned while handing me a coffee cup.

I groaned into the mug. "Ugh, don't remind me," I said once I swallowed a big gulp. "I barely remember last night. I remember getting there and doing three Irish car bombs in a row, then puking over the toilet while crying over how much I love Troy."

"Don't worry, we have pictures and videos to remind you," Sharpay assured me.

"Wonderful," I chuckled sarcastically, then took another sip.

"You okay?" she asked with a hip nudge.

I nodded. "Yeah, fine, just nervous and stuff," I answered shakily.

"You didn't seem nervous last night," she mentioned.

"I had Irish car bombs in me last night," I laughed.

Sharpay took in a deep breath. "Look, last night when you were crying over the toilet-"

"Which is perfectly normal for me," I reminded her.

"Yeah, but...you started going on about love and losing Troy- are you sure you're alright?" she asked.

"Shar, I'm getting married today and- my biggest fear is losing Troy, to his job or otherwise, he knows that," I assured her. "It's no big deal, I was drunk."

She nodded. "Alright. Since that is so get your ass back to bed. It is nine in the morning and we went to bed past three. You need a few more hours of sleep to get rid of those eye bags," she ordered with a bum smack. "You're lucky you're getting married at night, other brides have to be up at this hour after being up all night."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I mumbled while walking back up the steps and in the house.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep when I am getting married tonight? I feel like I should be doing something, but it is still like ten hours until the wedding. I really should sleep since I am going to be up most of the night and I didn't get much sleep last night.

I went back upstairs to my assigned bedroom and crawled under my covers. It was barely nine thirty and I felt wide awake.

How does a bride sleep on the day of her wedding? I really don't need to start getting ready until, like, four. This sleeping stuff is torture. So I turned on the TV and hoped my eyes would get heavy after a few episodes of Beverly Hills, 90210.

I laid outside in the sun as the kids played around me. The grass was green, the sun wasn't too hot on my skin, and no one was crying yet, so it was a good day all around.

"Mommy!" a voice whined not five minutes later. I sighed, so much for no crying. "...he stole it from me, it was my turn! Mom!" my daughter whined.

I looked up at my children. "Was it her turn?" I demanded to know. My son nodded with a frown and a face just like Troy's. "Then give it back to her, it will be your turn soon," I assured him with a kiss on the head and they went back to lying down.

"Daddy says you're not supposed to lay in the sun long, Mom!" my son reminded me after a few more minutes of play.

"I'm almost done and you let me worry about your daddy," I replied with my eyes closed to enjoy the weather.

"How long until I get a little sister?" my daughter came over to me while her brother continued to play basketball in the driveway.

I opened my eyes and tugged on a long strand of her hair. "We don't know if it is a boy or a girl yet, babe," I insisted. "But about seven more months," I answered.

"It's a girl, I know it," she stated with a smile.

I laughed. "I don't know, it feels like a boy," I told her which caused her to frown. "Besides if I give your dad one more girl there will be hell to pay," I added on and made her laugh.

"Mommy!" my son just about screamed which caused me to shoot up.

A red car was pulling up to the house. "Get in the house," I ordered my kids. "Get in there and stay in there until I say!" I demanded as they delayed in their actions.I shook my head as Dan, the fire chief, and a priest stepped out of the car. They approached me together as I shook my head with tears in my eyes and a hand cradled around my stomach. "No."

Dan took off his hat. "I'm sorry, Gabriella," he said quietly. "The floor collapsed and Troy-"

"No!" I screamed while falling to the grass and everything went black.

I woke with a start and felt my stomach but nothing was there. The time on the clock read sometime after one and I took deep breaths while trying to calm down.

Once my heart rate slowed I grabbed my cellphone on the nightstand and dialed Troy's number. It rang for what seemed like forever before someone finally picked up. "Hello?" a groggy voice answered.

"Where is Troy?" I demanded.

"I don't fucking know," Tommy replied sleepily.

"Tommy I swear to fucking G-" before I finished there was a noise.

"He'lo?" another tired voice answered.

"Troy," I smiled and relaxed into the pillows of my bed.

There was a yawning sound and a shuffle. "Hey, baby," he greeted.

"Hi," I responded quietly. "H-how was your party?"

He groaned. "I woke up on the floor just now," he answered. "If that helps any."

"Nice strippers?" I continued to make small talk.

"Eh, blonds," he answered and I heard a toilet flush. "Are you allowed to be calling me?" he asked.

"I don't care, I wanted to hear your voice," I replied. "Besides, they were the ones who left my phone with me so," I stopped. "Are you okay?"

"What do you mean? I have a bit of a hangover, but other than that I'm fine," he told me. I was quiet and I bit my lip."Are you okay?"

I nodded, but remembered that he couldn't see that. "Uh, yeah. I don't have a hangover, so- g-good," I stuttered.

"I know something is up, babe, just tell me," Troy insisted. "Is it cold feet? Because that's normal, it's fine-"

"No, it's not cold feet," I assured him in a whisper. "My feet are toasty, I promise."

"Then what is it, Brie?" he wondered.

"Just this dream I had, you know me," I answered. "We had kids, two of them, I was pregnant, you died, the usual," I listed off casually.

He laughed. Why would he laugh at that? "The usual, huh?" I bit my lip harder."Babe, I'm fine. I'm alive, I'm marrying you later tonight, and we are going off to Hawaii for ten days so stop worrying."

"Troy, how am I supposed to stop worrying when-"

"When I put my life on the line every time I go to work," he finished for me. "Do we have to discuss this again? It's the same thing over and over, but nothing changes. I am still going to go to work, you're still going to worry, and I am still going to come home to you every day," he assured me.

I huffed. "Troy I am being serious here! I just had, like, a panic attack and I go to you for comfort and you just ignore it!"

"I don't ignore it, there is nothing I can do about it. It's my job, Brie, it is part of what makes me who I am, and I love it," he reminded me. "I've told you a hundred times I am going to get hurt, it is going to scare you, but I am never going to leave you. There is nothing else I can do for you other than just reassure you it's all going to be okay."

I was quiet; I didn't know what to say. He was right, but for once I just wish I knew the future so I didn't have to worry all the time and have these stupid dreams. "Fine."

"Fine? Fine! That is all you have to say?" he asked.

"What do you want me to say? You're right, you're always right, and I am always stupid to worry about losing the most important thing in my life," I spat as I got out of bed.

"That is not what I am saying. I am saying that you're going to worry no matter what I say and I am not doing die," he insisted.

I made my way downstairs to find everyone eating. "Exactly, so you're always right and I am the annoying one who worries all the time and needs this dumb speech about you being fine," I continued.

"Gabriella, I am not saying that. I don't care about reassuring you, it's normal," Troy went on.

I groaned. "Whatever, I love you, bye," I mumbled, then hung up. "I'm hungry," I stated as my phone rang again. "What?" I answered my cell as I spooned eggs onto my plate.

"You seriously want to fight on our wedding day?" Troy asked.

"No. I am done talking about it. We aren't fighting. I will see at the altar," I told him.

"Gabriella," he started before I could hang up on him again. "You worrying about me really touches me. If you didn't worry about me at all then I would have something to worry about," he said and I smiled softly. "I know your dreams scare you, but they are just dreams. All that matters is that I am fine and we are getting married tonight. Can we worry about everything else after we get back from Hawaii?"

"I guess," I mumbled.

"Because then, you see, when you're mad at me about stuff like this I can just jump you and after a few orgasms you don't have much of a fight left in you," he joked.

"Shut up," I laughed.

"I can't wait to go down on you tonight," he added on.

"Troy, seriously, my mom is in the room," I told him.

"What? You said nothing sexual for the past week and a half, I miss it. Don't even get me started on actually being able to get inside you tonight," he said.

"I am hanging up now," I informed him.

He laughed. "I love you too," he told me and we hung up.

Everyone was looking at me as I sat down at the table. "What?"

"Nothing," Sharpay insisted, then continued talking to everyone about the wedding.

She is in charge of everything today. She already has Lucy going to the apartment to look after the boys. My mom is like her assistant ordering everyone around and checking everything. Belle is doing hair and Serena is doing make up. My brothers and the in-laws are watching the kids.

All while I am stuck sitting on my butt while everyone does things around me. I like to be doing things, to be on top of them, but today I am just supposed to sit back and relax and I don't know how to do that.

Nobody asked about the fight, it was like everyone knew I was nervous and got into a lover's quarrel.

Around four or five everything began to pick up. People went into frantic mode under Sharpay's supervision, she's a strict gal. My mom was busy between going to me and helping Sharpay. My dad was sitting around ranting about losing another daughter, my brothers were getting into trouble with the kids, and I was getting primped for the biggest fifteen minutes of my life, as Serena kept saying.

"Stop, you're getting to ruin your manicure," Serena said as she flipped through a magazine. I stopped picking at my French tips.

The plan was shower, hair (with lots of hairspray), make up, then put the dress on right before the wedding so nothing bad happens to it. I am currently in the hair phase, the longest phase.

Taylor and Shyanne already got their hair done. They had an earlier start time than I did. Taylor is currently on the other side of the house hanging out with the guys, Shyanne too, with Adam. It's just me and my sisters in here with me starting to freak out.

"I'm fine," I mumbled as Belle curled my hair. Troy likes it down and curly so today I am going all out and having a waterfall braid going around the back.

"Girl, you are tweaking," Serena insisted. "Calm down, I bet you a million dollars that boy would never leave you."

Belle nodded in the mirror. "Yeah, he's the most whipped out of the three of our guys," she agreed.

"That's not really what I am worried about," I sighed. "It's just- everything. I am worried about everything. The wedding going well, how different marriage is from just living together, having kids, you know."

"You don't have to worry about marriage in the very beginning, the first few weeks is the honeymoon period. It's the months into it that things get different, then when you get pregnant that is a whole new can of worms, but in a good way. The first pregnancy is the most exciting, everything is new, it's magical, then you're going on your second or third and the sound of him breathing annoys you and as he's sleeping and you consider smothering him with your pillow..." Belle drifted off causing Serena and I both to look at her weirdly. "What? With Evan and Eve everything Ben did annoyed the fuck out of me."

Serena chuckled. "I remember me and Kris's first huge fight after we got married," she breathed. "It was over him talking to another girl, you know how jealous I get," she said. "We came home screaming at each other because this slut had her hand on his thigh and he didn't move it. I just remember calling him the most horrible names in Spanish so he wouldn't know what I was saying and couldn't hold against me later. One moment we're screaming, the next he's ripping my clothes off and had the best, roughest sex-"

"Alright, alright," I cut her off with a smile.

"The point is," Serena continued anyways. "Things do change, Gabs, but as long as you work at it and keep up with it everything will be fine. It's like a car, sometimes you have to get under the hood and tune things up to keep the engine running."

"And we know you worry about ending up like Mami and Papi because you're so much like Mami, but you won't," Belle spoke up as she continued to work on my hair. "You saw their marriage unravel and you won't let it happen with you, but you also have to remember you're not Mami and Troy isn't Papi. You and Troy- you've always been something special and no matter how bad things get at the end of the day I know neither of you will let that go."

For once happy I was happy to be the younger sister so I have two bigger ones to help me out and give me advice. "Thanks, guys," I said with an appreciative smile. "There aren't going to be any Montez girls left after today."

"Bitch, please, we'll all be Montez girls for life," Serena stated with a sly smile as there was a knock on the door. "What?" she hollered, making me laugh. She'll never change.

Our mom came in. "Just checking in," she admitted. "Oh, you're going to be a beautiful bride, mija!" she cooed. "I'm going to cry like a baby."

"You're not the only one, I got five bucks in Lucas's pool that Troy cries," Serena confessed without a care to the world.

"Leave him alone!" I giggled myself. I felt a lot better after the talk with my sister's, but I still had nerves about the wedding itself and I am sure I will have those until the wedding is over, then I will regret being so nervous.

The day continued to progress. Belle finished my hair after what seemed like hours and after I started complaining she went on about how much hair I have. After a bite to eat Serena began to do my makeup which took surprisingly long as well, but Serena insisted that she wanted to get it perfect.

It seemed like everyone was in and out of the room during the duration of the day. My brothers, Dad, Lucy, a few close friends in the wedding and not, a few cousins, plus my mother was a constant presence.

I had my something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. My grandmother's diamond earrings my mother wore at her wedding, my wedding dress, a diamond necklace that is my mother's she also let Serena borrow from her wedding, and my engagement ring is blue, respectively, so all the superstitions were covered.

It wasn't until I was about to put my dress on that I started to 'tweak out' again as Serena said. "I think I am going to throw up," I groaned with butterflies flapping away in my stomach.

"Gabi, I swear, it will pass," Serena promised as she held the dress in her hands.

I nodded and took long, deep breaths as I stepped into the dress.

"All done up, it fits like a glove," Belle stated, then turned me around to look at myself in the mirror.

The gown was strapless with a sweetheart cut and indeed did fit me like a glove. My chest and torso was covered in white lace that seemed to be see-through, but that was just the fabric color, and of course there was more lace covering my bust so it looked elegant. The lace and nude fabric design led to my waist where the gown flowed to the ground in soft white layers, but wasn't poofy, nor did it cling to me, it just seemed to move with me. The back was the same way, only it came together in sexy buttons for some flare.

"Oh, gosh," I breathed to myself.

"Still feel like throwing up?" Belle wondered with a smile on her face.

"A little," I admitted, making both of them laugh.

Serena helped me into my shoes so I didn't tear at the bottom.

Right as I was completely ready my parents walked in. "It's time," my mom told us, giving us a watery smile. "Go on, girls, everyone is getting in their places," she said to my sisters. They filed out with final hugs and kisses.

"My last little girl," Papi mumbled while looking me up and down. "You look just like your mother did... a little less, uh," he looked for the words.

"Eighties?" I filled in and he nodded with a wide smile.

"Yeah, everything was bigger back then, the dress, the hair, it was- whew," he said with a hand movement over his head that made my mom smack him in the stomach.

My mom gave me a long hug. "I am so happy for you, mija," she whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied quietly. "Gosh, I can't believe I am getting married," I breathed with a small smile once we pulled away.

"My baby girl, married out of college and before pregnancy," she said proudly. "Look what we did, Carlos," she continued to gush while holding my hands in hers.

My dad nodded. "We did right on all of them, but we're Mexican and we fall in love when we're good and ready, no matter the age," he said with a wink. I think my dad is the reason I use Mexican as a defense to everything because he does too. "You should get down there, Maria," he added on.

After another kiss she went on her way. "So, just the two of us," I told my dad.

"Only for a minute, c'mere," he said and hugged me just tight enough to make me smile, but loose enough so it wouldn't ruin my hair, make up, or dress. "This is the last time I have to do this; I think I am happy as hell about it and sad as hell about it at the same time."

"I'm always going to be your baby girl, Papi," I assured him. "Husband or not, I am always going to need you and Mami and everyone else. Like you said we're Mexican, so that means family is everything."

"That's my girl," he agreed proudly.

We made our way downstairs where Benny, the ring bearer, Tara, the flower girl, and Shyanne and Taylor were waiting with Sharpay.

"We're all a go," Sharpay stated into her headset upon seeing me. The music began to play and with big smiles Benny and Tara began to make their way out the door with a little assistance from Sharpay.

"You look beautiful," Shyanne and Taylor chorused.

"Thanks, how is Troy?" I asked immediately.

"Perfectly fine, cool as a cucumber, just half an hour ago all the guys were playing COD," Taylor told me.

I laughed. "You have nothing to worry about, Gab," Shyanne insisted.

"Alright, Shy, it's you," Sharpay reappeared from the French doors that led to the backyard. With a wink she was gone and I was one person closer to puking my guts out.

"Nothing I could say will help with the nerves, so just know I love you and I have money in the pool that Troy won't cry so don't get too mushy, okay?" Taylor said and I laughed again. I love my friends.

Sharpay reappeared again. "Your turn, Tay," she said and Taylor went on her way. "You ready, Carmen?" my best friend and wedding planner asked.

"Ugh, ready to get this over with, how horrible does that sound?" I wondered nervously.

"I hear a version of that all the time," she assured me. "I'll give you two a moment alone; once I see you come through the doors I will cue your music."

"Any last words, bebe?" my dad asked with a hand squeeze.

I looped my hand through his and let out a long breath. "Just please don't let me fall."

"Deal," he agreed and we began to walk.

Just as Sharpay said the wedding march began to play and everyone stood up down the yard. I couldn't see Troy yet and he probably couldn't see me, especially in the dark.

The torches were lit, the lights were on, and it looked beautiful, almost breathtaking and I smiled to myself. I did it.

My dad led me down the cobblestone path I practiced walking down so I wouldn't fall.

This was it. The day I've been waiting for for months, the day I've been planning since I was a young girl, the day I didn't think would happen a year ago.

As I entered the aisle I saw Troy the nerves disappeared from my stomach. He immediately smiled at me, but it was a smile I had never seen before. Everyone one else was looking at me too, but Troy was who I was focused on.

He looked amazing in his black tux and white tie, his hair was perfectly styled to look neat, yet disheveled but not inappropriate. I love his hair cut.

Everything was going to be perfect. Today is our day and I am going to enjoy the hell out of it.

Troy walked down the two steps of the gazebo to meet me, his hand reaching out for me. I didn't want a veil, and instead had fake and silver-y flowers in my hair arranged like a hippie crown, so there was nothing for my dad to flip. He simply hugged me, kissed my cheek lightly, then shook hands with Troy quickly.

Once my dad had begun to walk to his seat I gave my hand to Troy. He linked them together and led me up the steps to meet the priest and I handed my flowers to Taylor on the way.

Father Thomas smiled at Troy and I. I smiled back at him, then at Troy. This was all so wonderfully surreal, I couldn't believe it was here, but I wanted to bask in the amazingness of it.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" he asked the crowd.

"We do," my brothers and father answered together, making everyone including Troy chuckle.

Father Thomas began into a speech about marriage and holy matrimony and how wonderful it was that Troy and I have been together since we were seventeen and seeing love blossom, you know, that type of stuff.

I was listening, but I couldn't take my eyes off Troy. Our hands were linked together with his thumbs brushing over my knuckles. He bit his lip as he smiled at me then mouthed, "always." It was enough to make me blush for some reason.

"Gabriella and Troy have chosen to do their vows the traditional way," he continued after his words of wisdom and sent a wink to Troy and I. "Troy, please repeat after me."

Troy nodded and looked me in the eye. "I, Troy Alexander Bolton, take you Gabriella Carmen Montez to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad. I promise that I will love and cherish you, forsaking all those who would come between us. I make this vow to you until death do us part," he recited proudly, a smile never leaving his face.

And everyone said he would cry, I didn't think he would. For the birth of our children probably, but not for this.

"And the same for you, Gabriella," Father Thomas insisted.

"I, Gabriella Carmen Montez, take you Troy Alexander Bolton to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad. I promise that I will love and cherish you, forsaking all those who would come between us. I make this vow to you until death do us part," I said in the loudest voice I could muster. While I didn't think Troy was going to get emotional I certainly was.

I could already hear our mom's sniffling. We knew they would both cry, especially Troy's mom.

Father Thomas was smiling widely at us. "Now, for the exchanging of rings," he spoke up, and motioned for Troy to grab my rings off Benny's pillow. "Repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed," he said.

Troy slipped the rings up my finger slowly, his eyes locked on mine. "With this ring, I thee wed," he said in a sure voice, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"The same with you, Gabriella," the Priest encouraged me along, and I reached down for Troy's ring from Benny.

I smiled at the little boy, and he smiled widely in return. I pushed the ring up Troy's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed," I whispered, running my thumb over his knuckles when I was finished.

Father Thomas closed his book. "Well, with the power invested in me by the state of New Mexico, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Troy, you may kiss your bride," he prompted, and Troy and I met in the middle of the short distance between us. His hands cupped my cheeks, and I had my hands at his sides as he kissed me. More tears came out of my eyes as my lips moved with Troy's. It wasn't long, we didn't have the time. But, it was short and sweet, and I felt my knees wobble. People started clapping, interrupting us. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce Mr. and Mrs. Troy Bolton!"

We ushered off to the house and spent our time kissing until the family and wedding party joined us to take what seemed to be a million pictures. Some were candid, some were posed, and everyone in some form was in them, there were hundreds of combinations.

Once we finally finished everyone went back out to the reception area so Troy and I could have a few minutes of alone time before we had to form a receiving line to hug and kiss and talk to everyone. I couldn't wait to be finished with all the formalities so we could just have fun and celebrate the day.

"How does it feel to be a married man, huh?" I questioned with my arms around his neck.

"Pretty much the same as before, only now I'm wearing a ring," Troy replied. "That will take time to get used to; I've never been a ring guy."

I giggled and pressed our lips together.

I thought Troy and I would have been hornier after just getting married since it's been so long, but we weren't. I mean I would probably go upstairs and take him if we had the time and I wouldn't look like a disaster afterwards. It was like we were content to just be married for now, but I am sure as the night goes on and the alcohol flows a bit that will change. Either way, Troy couldn't take his eyes or hands off of me.

"You look so beautiful," he breathed with his hands running down my bare arms, then kissed me lightly. "I need to start thinking of new words for you, beautiful doesn't cover... this."

I smiled. "Thank you, you look pretty wow yourself," I assured him.

"Give me a word to use? You are an English teacher so you have to know one," he insisted.

I bit my lip and thought about it for a moment. "Um, pulchritudinous."

"Pul- wha? Something I can pronounce, babe," Troy laughed.

"Hey, you asked for a word, I gave you one," I giggled.

Troy pulled me body completely against his. "What does it mean?"

"To be physically beautiful," I answered quietly.

He smiled. "Perfect."

We were soon whisked away to form the receiving line to speak to everyone and while it took forever I did enjoy being able to hug and kiss everyone so I wouldn't have to make rounds all night, no one could say we ignored them. Although, by the end my feet were beginning to hurt and I was happy we were eating right after. Hey, we had a night wedding; you can't hold dinner off for too long.

The whole night seemed to be a wonderful blur. We ate, we danced, we laughed, we drank, I hardly left Troy's side, and everything was perfect.

One of the few times Troy and I were apart he ended up on stage with his drink in hand. Everyone quieted down upon noticing him. I was sitting at a table in front of him with friends.

"Hi," he began somewhere awkwardly. "So I hope everyone is having fun tonight and enjoying the free bar we have over there," he went on, making everyone shout with joy and clap. He laughed. "Before I say anything else I think we should give a hand to my wife- that's weird to say, for putting together this whole event. It was all her vision and whenever she asked for my help I told her to just tell me when to show up and what to wear, so this is not at all my work," he stated and everyone clapped around me and I smiled up at Troy. "A few people were surprised when Gabriella and I decided not to write our own vows because, well, she's an English teacher and we all know that I'm sensitive and as whipped as a man can be," he stopped for laughter. "So Gabriella and I thought we would both make small speeches instead when it's less emotional so I wouldn't cry because yes, Lucas, I was aware of your bet and I didn't cry so pay up."

Everyone laughed again as Lucas pulled a wad of money out of his pocket and began to hand it out to people in the family and wedding party. I shook my head and laughed. I had money in that he wouldn't cry so I got a piece of the pie too.

"First, I would like to start by thanking my mother," Troy insisted. "Who raised me in part, like a girl," he went on and more people laughed. "For a large part of her pregnancy with me the sonograms said I was a girl, then in her eighth month or so I guess I decided to out myself and it was quite the surprise. For the first few months of my life I did, in fact, where girls clothes and as hard as I have tried to burn those photos my mom still has them." He stopped like he was trying to figure out how he wanted to go on. "Because I grew up so close to my mom she was practically my dad when my own couldn't measure up, which was often. Always the romantic no matter what happened my mom raised me differently. I wasn't taught to be scared of love or commitment, in retrospect she taught me to embrace it and what a wonderful thing it can be, but it wasn't something to be taken lightly. While I was in high school I had relationships, of course, but none of them were serious until I moved here, until I met Gabriella."

Troy smiled down at me. I beamed up at him.

"I still remember the day I met her, it was the same day I moved in with Chad and his family who graciously let me live with them until my mom was able to move down here herself." He smiled at the memory. "She was stumbling in heels because apparently she never wore them much, but she did that day, and she was beautiful as she always is. The first time she spoke to me she was stuttering and blushing because she already had a crush on me-"

"Oh, please!" I interjected and everyone laughed some more.

"You did, we're married now, get over it," Troy stated and I rolled my eyes. "There was just something about her and I knew I had to get to know her. So that is what I tried to do, but the girl is stubborn and didn't want anything to do with me at first. I managed to get under her skin, a skill I still have, and it wasn't long before we started dating." He took a long breath. "I quickly could tell I was falling for her and while others would run the other way or something of the sort I let myself fall because loving this girl was going to be one hell of a ride and it still is today. She's amazing, funny, smart, beautiful, obsessive, crazy," he stopped as everyone laughed. "And if it hadn't been for my mom raising me like a girl I wouldn't have recognized that I was falling in love when I was seventeen and I don't know if I would have held onto it as tight as I have all these years after everything Gabriella and I have been through. It is a trait I hope to pass onto our own children because I am grateful every day that I was taught to accept love with open arms. Cheers, everyone."

He lifted his glass and took a drink as did everyone else. I got up and met him in the middle of the empty dance floor since he just up and jumped off the stage. We kissed and I took his drink from him then made my own way up to the stage.

"Alright, so Troy is good in front of crowds and I hate this kind of attention, so bear with me," I started as awkward as possible, apparently. "But if you all must know the first time I saw Troy I did stutter and introduce myself wrong and blush and did think he was cute, so there," I admitted making Troy laugh heartily. "I thought about preparing some nice speech like Troy did, and by the way thank you Lucy for raising Troy that way because when I was seventeen I was scared of love and did try to run the other way, but Troy wouldn't let me," I confessed. "Anyways, I didn't prepare anything to say, so I am just going to start off with saying that while Troy is correct, this is my vision, but the only reason it looks so wonderful is because my best friend slash wedding planner slash honorary brides maid Sharpay Evans made it that way. I was so overwhelmed half of the time, but Sharpay kept everything running smoothly, so everyone should give her a hand!"

Everyone clapped and Sharpay stood to show off her blue dress that didn't exactly match the brides maids, but was close enough.

"Also, she just had a baby and looks that amazing, I am going to be jealous one day," I added and a few guys gave some catcalls which I knew she appreciated. "Now, while Troy doesn't know this he is not my first husband," I announced honestly. "When I was seven I was in my mom's best friend's wedding as a flower girl. I spent weeks ripping up paper and putting it in a basket, then would walk around the house, the neighborhood, everyone practicing for my part, which annoyed everyone, especially my mother who had to pick up the paper," I continued on with a fond smile. "After the wedding was over and I saw the magical day go down I decided that I wanted to get married, so I recruited my twin brothers Marc and Luke to marry Taylor and I, respectively. Always the more sensitive one Marcus agreed as long as I left him alone after it was done, but Lucas said girls had cooties and refused to marry me," I said and everyone chuckled. "So, I kicked him where it hurts and told Chad he had to marry me or he would get the same."

Chad realized where I was going with this and laughed while slapping Troy on the back.

"He's a smart guy, that Chad, so he married me with Lucas acting as a priest which is the biggest stretch for a part he should play," I mentioned and laughter continued. "Sorry, Troy, but Chad was my first. I made him act as my husband for days until we got into a big fight about how he ripped my barbie doll's head off and I asked for a divorce," I went on. "After we got our divorce we continued to be friends and it eventually turned into best friends which we remain to this day. And if it wasn't for Chad who always said he thought me and his best friend Troy would hit if off I don't know where I would be today. For years Chad would go on about his best friend Troy in Arizona who was good at this and that and blah, blah, and by the time summer came around when Chad went to visit Troy like he did every summer we were all sick of hearing about his best friend Troy, right, girls?" I asked Sharpay and Taylor who nodded in agreement. "Who would know all these years later the guy I was sick of Chad going on about like he had some weird man-crush on him was the guy I would end up falling for and marrying. So while Troy thanked his mom, I have you to thank for my friend, because you were truly the person who brought us together and rooted for us all along," I stated with a soft smile. "And by rooting for us, I do mean he wanted us together. When he found out Troy and I had begun to date he jumped on the bed with us and yelled 'we're dating'" I outed him. "But it was adorable, so cheers everyone."

Troy came and picked me up off the stage, then pulled me into a kiss that everyone clapped and hollered at us for.

Once we were back to our seats Chad and Taylor took the stage. "Yes, Troy, I am so sorry I married your girl first, but the jewels were at stake and I had a decision to make. I should have taken the high road, but I was seven, what can I say?" he joked and Troy wrapped his arm around me. "However, I do remember at that time I was jealous of Marc because I already had a little crush on Taylor, but was mean to her because that is how little boys are and she did not want to marry me," he went on and Taylor smacked him in the stomach. "For months I regretted not stepping up and asking to switch partners, but I thought it would be wrong for Marc and Ella to get married, so at least I had an excuse. But, Gabi, you were the best first wife a guy could ask for."

I smiled and winked up at him. "You know it," I stated and Troy shook his head while kissing my shoulder.

"Brie, you can't yell at Chad for this because he asked me beforehand," Troy mentioned and I looked at him oddly.

"However, I would like to test my luck in the marriage thing again, so," Chad got down on one knee in front of Taylor and my eyes widened. There were gasps across the crowd, everyone was surprised. I don't think anyone was more surprised than Taylor though. She looked to be in shock. "Taylor, will you marry me?"

Taylor simply stared down at him for a moment before slowly nodding with tears rolling down her cheeks, unable to use her words. Chad stood, put the ring on her, and everyone cheered, especially their parents.

It was understood after that there would be no embarrassing speech from Chad and Taylor towards Troy and I since she was still in shock and Chad looked like he was walking on sunshine. I didn't mind though, Chad proposing at my wedding seemed like a gift to me since they just went through hell and now I knew they were back on track and that was great.

After their parents got to them I rushed over and hugged them both. "Chad Danforth, how dare you not tell me!" I accused with a smack, before hugging Taylor again.

"I know how you are when you're drunk and I didn't know what you'd let slip, so I only told Troy, my parents, and her parents since I asked for permission," he defended himself.

"How do you feel? You feeling okay?" I asked Taylor who couldn't stop staring at her ring and smiling. The ring was Chad's grandmothers and when she died she gave it to him for just this occasion.

"I'm sorry, I am just so," she stopped. "Happy, shocked, elated, excited-" Chad stopped her with a long kiss.

I smiled. My wedding was definitely a success and I couldn't wait for my friend's to get married, but the thing I was most excited for was my wedding night.

It was a good thing Troy and I didn't have to catch our flight until the afternoon tomorrow, we were going to be up for quite some time.

Troy looked over at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking about and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Everyone was still busy gushing over Chad and Taylor so he took this has a good time to sneak away to get a moment alone with me. We found ourselves over in the gazebo which was still lit up with twinkling lights.

I got up on my tiptoes to kiss him once more. My heels were abandoned sometime after dinner and a little dancing. White, comfy flats now donned my feet. Troy's jacket was taken off long ago leaving him in his dress shirt and tie.

"This is going to sound bad, but I am so glad that this is over so we can just be married and go on our honeymoon," he spoke up after a moment.

"Hmm, I am enjoying tonight and I plan on enjoying it more later tonight if you know what I mean," I replied.

He smiled heartily. "I know exactly what you mean," he agreed. "How long until we can get out of here?"

"Uh, about an hour or so, I think," I answered.

Troy pulled me close to his body. "I can't wait to make love to you tonight."

"I can't wait for you to make love to me either," I teased. I stepped closer to him and he kissed my forehead.

"I'm gonna rock your world," he joked as we danced to the music coming from the tents.

I laughed. "You already do," I murmured while looking into his eyes. "In every way."

"If there is one day we're allowed to be cheesy it's our wedding day," he responded with a kiss. "And I have been thinking up some new lines to drop on ya."

"Oh, God, I am going to melt tonight, aren't I?" I chuckled.

"Oh yeah," he agreed in a definite tone.

Now I am even more excited.

Sorry for the weird ending, but it seemed right. And had I tried to go on and include the sex scene it would have never gotten out!

I am not good at weddings, how did I do? Be honest!

Review please!

- Kayleigh