Alright. This seems to have been a good fic so far. That is probably a bad thing. Once people start liking one of my fics, I start trying to make it good. When that happens, it sucks. But I shall try my best to continue to make it a good fic... But if I do not get any reviews for this chapter, there will be no third chapter. So... Here 'tis....

Relena ran up to the stage and grabbed the microphone. "Heero! You can't be serious about this! You can't possibly marry that... That... That bastard!" Heero nodded his head. "I am. And it's a lot better than marrying a dumb bitch like you." Relenas face went bright red yet again, and she attempted to regain her composure. "I have been expecting him to make his move for a while... So I have some songs prepared too. Just let me sing them, and then we'll see if you still want him instead of me." Heero stepped back and awaited Relena's songs. "Alright, this first one is by..." Duo cut her off saying "Booooooooo!!! Get off the stage!" Relena shot him a poisonous look and then spoke again. "This one is by Garth Brooks, and it's called 'You Move Me.'"

"This is how it seems to me
life is only therapy
real expensive
and no guarantee
so I lie here on the couch
with my heart hanging out
frozen solid with fear
like a rock in the ground
but you move me
you give me courage I didn't
know I had
you move me
I can't go with you
\and stay where I am
so you move me
this is how love was to me
I could look and not see
going through the emotions
not knowin' what they mean
and it scared me so much
that I just wouldn't budge
I might have stayed there forever
if not for your touch
oh but you move me
out of myself and into the fire
you move me
now I'm burning with love
and with hope and desire
how you move me
you go whistling in the dark
making light of it
making light of it
and I follow with my heart
laughing all the way
oh 'cause you move me
you get me dancing and you
make me sing
you move me
now I'm taking delight
in every little thing
how you move me"

Relena ended the song and looked towards Heero, hoping for a positive reaction. She couldn't see any emotion on his face. "Um... This next one is..." Heero cut her off and took the microphone. "The only way I can respond to that is with a song of my own." Relena stepped to the side so Heero could sing his song, and a single teardrop fell from Duos eye. Damn it... I lost him? No... "This song is... Well, all that is necessary for you to know is that it is dedicated to Relena. Here it is."

"She bosses me 'round
dang near all of the time.
She may be my wife
but I won't kiss her big behind
no matter how much she whines.

Now I've been workin' hard
for way too long.
If you think
I'm walkin' the dog
takin' out the trash
trimmin' the hedges
and cleaning out the garage
you're wrong.
It's your turn to mow the lawn.

Praise the lord
I'm goin' fishin'.
It's the only cure for my
mental condition.

One of these day's
I'm gonna send her a packin'
I'm sick and tired of my
wife naggin'.

Feels like forever since
I've seen any action.
Not the night I'm crampin'.
That's right I said crampin'.

I'm gonna die for sure
from malnutrition
'cause she won't step one foot
in our kitchen.
Ain't no wonder I fell off the wagon
I'm sick and tired of my wife naggin'.

I forgot our anniversary and I'm really sorry
You sure it's today I thought it was tomorrey.
Oh, she's gonna kill me.
Oh, honey, please don't kill me!
Divorce court, let's make reservations
maybe then I'll get some rest and relaxation.

For now the neighbors couch is where I'll be crashin'
I'll stay away from my wife naggin'.
I may be overweight but at least my breasts ain't a saggin'
I'm sick and tired of my wifes naggin'."

Duo laughed and hugged Heero. Relena glared at Heero with a glare that, if looks could kill, would be a mass murderer. "Duo, I'll see you at your wedding... And then I'll see you again in hell." Duo nodded his head. "You'll be the one with the saggy breasts and the pitchfork, right?" Relena spluttered for several seconds, unable to think of the words to express herself, and then ran offstage to her limousine. "Well, she's gone. Looks like the singing can stop." Duo noted. "Yeah, I liked the singing when you were the singer, but now it's just annoying." Then Treize ran up onto the stage. "WAIT! I have a song to sing!" Heero handed Treize the microphone. "Fine, but this is the last song." Treize stared at the policeman that had appeared by the stage. "This song is dedicated to... Well, to me... Um... Well, I'll just sing it."

"After my show
thought I'd have a little fun.
Hopped on a horse
lord he sure could run.

Well I got a butt kickin'
when the police finally caught me.
Not a moment too soon
Tim McGraw jumped in.
Did his best Jackie Chan
caught a cop on the chin.
Now I don't understand
why they's arrestin' me.

My cellmate thinks I'm sexy
I really turn him on.
He's always starin' at me
when them guards are gone.
I'm runnin' out of cigarettes
he's askin' me to dance.

He says I'm lookin' good
in these orange pants.
I really wish Tim McGraw
was here to protect me.
My cellmate thinks I'm sexy.

I'd give anything
to be back on my bus.
I'm hidin' in my bunk
but he's climbin' on up.
Swears all he wants me to do
is sing him one of my songs.

Says he's got a dream
I'm afraid of what it is.
You're never gonna see me
on a horse after this.
I only get one call
I hope that Faith is home.

My cellmate thinks I'm sexy
he just won't leave me alone.
H's blowin' kisses at me
and I'm a duckin' 'em all.

I hate to break it to him
I'm in no mood for romance.
Wat part of no
don't this fool understand.
I'm in big trouble if someone
don't come and get me.
My cellmate thinks I'm sexy.

Well one day behind bars
is long enough
'cause when I drop that soap
lord his eyes light up.

My cellmate thinks I'm
my cellmate thinks I'm sexy
I really turn him on.
My name is Kenny Chesney
this ain't a where I belong.

Me and Tim's in trouble
buddy one thing is for sure.
George Straits gonna kick us
off his George Strait tour.

I'd call Tracy Lawrence but
he's in the next cell beside me.
My cellmate thinks I'm sexy.
My cellmate thinks I'm sexy.
I had him from hello."

Treize glanced around at the audience. "HEEEEEEEEEEELPPP!!! ZEEEEEEECHS! SAAAAAAVE MEEEEEE!!!" Treize yelled as several policeman dragged him off the stage and shoved him into a policecar. "Um... I'll be back... Later..." Zechs informed the people at his table as he stood up and ran after the car. "Okay then. All of you people." Duo said into the microphone. "You're all invited to the wedding. Everyone better bring a food item of some sort, preferably chocolate or pizza, a gift, preferably chocolate or pizza, and a bomb disguised as something, preferably NOT chocolate or pizza. The bombs are for Relena, the food is for me. And Heero, if there's any left. Um, I mean, if he wants any. And the gifts, preferably chocolate or pizza, are for... Me... Uh... Us."

On the day of the wedding...

Heero was trying to bet Duo 50 dollars that he couldn't eat the entire wedding cake in less than two minutes when Relena showed up. Duo was the first to spot her and told Heero not to look. "It's bad luck to see hideous trolls before the wedding." Relena reached into a pocket on her dress and removed a gun, which she aimed at Heero. "You are going to marry me, or you are not going to marry at all." And then Quatre walked right in front of the gun. "Hi." He said. "Hello, Quatre." Relena replied. "Whatcha doin'?" "Nothing, Quatre." Quatre giggled. "Yeah, okay then." Trowa walked up to Quatre. "You really shouldn't have done that... How would you feel if Duo got drunk at our wedding?" Quatre scratched his head. "I dunno. But you look REALLY good in those pants..." And then Quatre began to undress Trowa, and the thought of homosexual sex made Relena run away, screaming in a high pitched, squeaky voice.

Hmmm... Whatever. Review. Goodnight.