A/N: I'm glad to see that three of you liked my story so far. I want to extend my thanks to Leigh A. Sumpter, Angelina Radcliffe, and Growingup. It's great to get good feedback once in a while.

I noticed a mistake I made, saying "Benjamin's wedding" and then referring to the groom as "Julius." Sorry that I made this mistake. Julius is supposed to be the name, really. Also, El Gordita's cousin's name is El Gordo, but he also is referred to as Cousin George, as a nickname. That's not a mistake! Anyway, enjoy my story, and leave lots of reviews. Thank you!

Please note, this is supposed to be random and out of place. This one really sucks, but I think I have a good idea going. It just might work.

CHAPTER TWO

El Gordita stared and stared at Angelina, and went all crazy inside. But wait—how did he know her name was Angelina? He didn't. It was the first name he thought of that was closest to angel, which it seemed as though she was one. Her actual name was Julie. This was very ironic, because El Gordita had a secret. It was so secret, nobody knew except for his birth mother. His REAL name.

All the innocent man could do was gawk at her amazing grace and poise. She beamed as all the guys just stared at her. But she did feel a little out of place. "Excuse me, darling, but is there a reason you are so beautiful, or have I already gone to Heaven?" A very attractive man strutted over to her and gazed upon her terrific-ness.

"I think you are here on Earth, Mr.…."

"Kleinstein," he interrupted, "Aaron Kleinstein," The handsome guy, Aaron, added.

All Julie could do was smile from ear to ear. "Ah, I could use a lovely glass of champagne about now," she dramatically asked without asking.

Aaron snatched the last non-chipped, iridescent colored, striking glass. He filled it with a pink colored champagne-punch that everyone cherished when they swallowed it.

He handed her the flawless glass, and she drank with a genuine smile upon her impeccable face.

"My lovely Julie Dawn. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you needed to see a familiar face. But baby, why didn't you tell me you'd be here?!" Aaron randomly said.

"Well, Julius, the groom, used to be my best friend when we were young. I am extremely happy for him! He found the perfect bride!" She paused "Y'know I thought I could go to this wedding unnoticed, but apparently, you found me!" Julie added on flirtatiously.

"My dear, how could I NOT notice you? You're too wonderful to ignore! Besides, no woman here is my perfect girlfriend, except you, Jules." Aaron flirted.

He tilted his perfect face to the right area where he could kiss Julie. She kissed him right back!

El Gordita was filled with wrath and fury, at the same time as sadness and heartbreak. Why did he feel so… so… bad? He never felt this feeling before!

"Oh Aaron! You're so… flirty!" Julie kind of mumbled after the kiss.

A man with a fabulous tuxedo walked next to them. IT WAS STEPHEN SPIELBERG! El Gordita stood in awe as his least famous filmmaker was but a few feet before him. By the way, his preferred filmmaker was Marianne Thornberry.

"That's a wrap!" He laughed, "Nice job. I think that these roles could use better lines. I definitely will talk to those scriptwriters. I enjoy seeing my cast members working on their roles; although you substituted Julie Dawn for Amelia Rothstein and Julius for Mattathias. And Guy Cunning… I haven't liked that name very much. Yet again, I will talk to the scriptwriters. But you used Aaron Kleinstein instead of your movie name, Guy Cunning." Stephen added.

El Gordita still eavesdropped.

"Heh, heh," Aaron and Julie grinned. "How could I not? This is practically the real thing, I mean, we are going to get married," Aaron smirked.

El Gordita's disfigured face fell. He growled softly.

"What? Huh?" Julie inquired.

Aaron went down on one knee, and held out a wondrous diamond and gold ring. "Will you marry me?" He asked.