Why is nobody reviewing?! *sniff* Well here's the wedding chapter……hope you like!! ^_^ *gets stabbed by plastic spork* Hey!!

Disclaimer: I am a disgrace *bows head in shame* I don't own Final Destination but I do own my characters such as: Robert (we'll miss you!!), Kitana, Michelle, Micheal, Trudy, Jake, Chelsea, Catherine, Mr. & Mrs. Chesterfield. I don't own Clear, Tom, or Kimberly. Enjoy!!

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Jake on the chair of the rented hotel room close to the church he and Trudy stayed in for the wedding. Trudy's parents stayed at home and came early that morning for Mrs. Chesterfield to help Trudy into her dress.

Jake was with Trudy's father; only best man there. Since his friends died, Jake hadn't had anybody to choose. His parents were far away; probably in Washington D.C. His parents traveled a lot since they were missionaries. Jake was always left behind to be looked after by his grandparents; from his dad's side. But Jake bought a hotel close to Trudy's home after he met her in a club.

"Are you nervous Jake?" Mr. Chesterfield asked suddenly. Jake looked at him and he could see that Trudy's father was nervous himself; probably because his oldest daughter was getting married and would be walking down the aisle with him.

"Are you nervous, sir?" Jake asked her father. "Yes," was what he wanted to say, but he didn't want to seem like he wasn't ready to get married; after all……he was the one who proposed.

"Yes, very much. My daughter is all grown up; it seemed just years ago that she was a little girl like Catherine."

"But she still is a little girl," Jake said, smiling. "What do you mean?" Mr. Chesterfield queried.

"What I mean is, she'll still be a little girl in your heart. Never will she grow up when she lives in your heart. You have a little version of her living in you,"

Mr. Chesterfield smiled. "Thanks for the encouraging words Jake. Now get ready. The wedding will start shortly."

Jake nodded and tied his black dress shoes. Afterwards, he left for the chapel.

The chapel was crowded with spectators and fellow friends; who were still alive. Jake walked silently into the chapel; happy and joyful gazes following him. He went to the podium and stood gazing at the big picture of Virgin Mary holding her son. In his minds eye, Jake saw Trudy as the Virgin Mary and Robert as her son. Jake prayed that this wedding would go with no accidents or with Christina dying.

All the guests entered the chapel and sat down in seats next to friends; family members; and strangers if they couldn't fit anywhere else. Jake could see Mrs. Chesterfield holding Robert and Christina. He smiled at them and Mrs. Chesterfield smiled back.

Then, the wedding march began and Trudy walked down the aisle dressed in a flowing cotton wedding gown with beautiful prints of flowers. The white veil covered her face. Murmurs of approval filled the chapel as she walked towards the podium. Jake smiled and she smiled back; although he couldn't see through the veil.

"Dearly beloved………" the priest started………

"Do you Jake take Trudy to be your lawfully wedded wife?"……………

"I do," Jake said.

"And do you Trudy take Jake as your lawfully wedded husband?"……………

"I do," Trudy echoed.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,"

Jake smiled and turned to Trudy. He lifted her veil and led her into a love-filled passionate kiss. Claps from the crowd could be heard. Mrs. Chesterfield dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Jake pulled away from the kiss and smiled. Trudy smiled back.

Jake and Trudy ran out of the chapel and Trudy later threw the bouquet of flowers at the crowd. A couple of women and girls fought over the bouquet.

Christina was playing with a ball when it rolled onto the street. Christina walked to the street; nobody paid attention to her because they were paying attention to Trudy.

A car going the forbidden miles per hour driven by a drunk passed by, killing Christina instantly. "Christina!" Mrs. Chesterfield cried. "Oh my god!!" Trudy exclaimed as she picked up her skirt and ran over to her dead sister.

Blood was flowing from her mouth onto her Sunday dress and her body was flattened; exposing her insides. Her eyes were clouded over with the color white.

"No!!" Trudy screamed.

"We couldn't intervene……" Jake whispered.

Trudy fell to her knees and let the tears fall freely from her blue eyes.