Chapter 5

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Punching, Puking, and a Positivly Fluffy Wedding (A/N: Title

Changed...SORRY!)

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Peering out of the window, Lock saw Shock start her daily route down the

road beneath him. "Now!" He called to the three girls in the other room.

They rushed in, carrying a bag that was squirming and screaming. "Shut up, Cupid!" Lock kicked the bag. "Now, if you ever want to go home, you just

have to shoot that pretty lady with the black hair out the window, then you

have to shoot me, comprendo?" Lock opened the bag and let Cupid out. Cupid

crawled to the window and took aim. He shot the golden arrow, which flew

straight and peirced Shock's heart. Shuddering, Cupid aimed at Lock. Firing

the arrow took all of his courage. He was new at this, and didn't know if

you was doing it right. Finially, he released the arrow and it peirced

Lock's heart.

"Lock?? Lock!?! Are you up there, honey?" Shock called from the street.

"Yes, darling, come on up." Lock replied, staring out the window with

googlie eyes.

"Okay, Sweetheart, I will be there in a second."

"Okay, beautiful."

"UGH! This is getting too mushy for me...ugh." Brandy sighed.

"Yeah...I am gonna go puke..." Katie sighed, leaving in the direction of

the bathroom.

"Come on, Brandy, lets go too." Shea and Brandy left, too, nearly colliding

with Shock as she rushed into the room.

"Oh, darling, lets get married, right away!" Shock gasped.

"All right, precious. Right away." Lock smiled a hidden grin to the three

kids peering in through the slightly open door.

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AT THE WEDDING:

The three girls, Shea, Brandy, and Katie walked into the chapel, each

wearing a beautiful black bridesmaids dress. The entire town was there, all

sitting in their dark black clothes. Zero entered, carrying a beautiful ring

pillow on one side of his little cape thing, and a basket of flowers on the

other. The audience sighed a little sigh of delight, and some people

exclaimed "How cute!" The procession continued with the entrance of Shock.

She had a black veil, black dress, and long, black gloves. She was being

escorted by Barrel, who was pouting and gazing at eye level, which just

happened to be at the level of Shock's womenly portions. Shock pulled her

arm away in disgust and the ceremony continued.

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LATER, AFTER THE PREACHER BLABS FOR 22 AND 1/2 HOURS:

"You may now kiss the bride." The preacher, who just happened to be the

mayor (drugged as to not remember his little romance with Shock) proclaimed.

Lock and Shock leaned in for a big kiss. Brandy popped up between them.

"OOOOHH! Slashy!" she exclaimed.

"That WASN'T SLASHY, Brandy!" Shea shouted, leaping for Brandy. She caught

the hem of her dress on the microphone stand and broke the alter, just as

Lock and Shock finished kissing. Just then, Lock looked up. And for a

moment, just a moment, he saw Jack give him a thumbs up.
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Shea owns the tripping, and I own everyting else! Happy???

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DreamingA little slash fic...

Dedicated to Brandy! Thanks!

Lock looked up and gazed into Shock's eyes. "I just can't do this anymore. I...I love someone else." Lock's eyes darted to a picture of him, Shock and Barrel when they were kids. They lingered on the shape of Barrel, who had grown skinner, taller, and hotter as he got older. Lock sighed, turning his attention back to Shock. 'Goodbye.' He said, walking to the door. " hope we can still be friends" As soon as she left, Lock went over to the closet. "Okay, you can come out now," he called to the doors. They opened slowly and Barrel stepped out.

"Well...that went well." Barrel said, sitting on the bed. " know...but something tonight will go even better." He pulled Barrel into a kiss, and they rolled onto the bed, leaving their clothes behind them.
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