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Summary: Seth and Summer both have second thoughts on their wedding day. SS Three-parter.
Author's Note: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! Here is the final installment to the Second Thoughts trilogy. Once again, thank you!
"Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn and gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning."
The procession was held in a chapel close to the beach. As the waves rocked nearby, the birds chirped in recognition, as if they had known that the wedding of Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts were to take place within minutes.
Guests had gasped in wonder as they entered the church. Thousands of blue-dyed roses were strewn all over the building. Bouquets of the same flower adorned the sides of the rows and a lush, royal blue carpet laid across the walkway for the bride and her group.
Many people from all over Newport had arrived for the joyous occasion. Many friends of the family, Seth's co-workers, and Summer's friends from her work as a fashion executive. Sitting in the front of the chapel were Sandy and Kirsten Cohen. They smiled as they looked upon seeing their two sons by the altar.
"I never knew this day would come so quickly, Sandy," whispered Kirsten. Sandy nodded, his arm nestled behind Kirsten. He gave her a squeeze of reassurance on her shoulder and turned to his wife, smiling.
"Neither did I, honey. But look at our kid. He's grown-up, and he's getting married today. To his high school sweetheart, no less. He's come a long way." Kirsten nodded, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.
Seth Cohen stood at the altar, his hands shaking, his heart pounding uncontrollably. Ryan felt Seth's nervousness, and placed a hand on his back from where he stood behind him.
"It'll be alright. Stay cool, bro." Seth looked over his shoulder to where Ryan was and gave a nod and a small smile.
"I'm cool. I'm cool." Ryan grinned and withdrew his hand.
The organ's music soon filled the air and Seth held his breath. He turned to the door where the bride would be entering and he felt his heart rate increase more than before.
Marissa entered, holding a small bouquet of roses. Her lips curved into a bright smile when she saw the state Seth was in. His knees were buckling and she could tell he was holding his breath. She looked into his eyes and nodded. Seth nodded back. He understood what her eyes were telling him.
'Take care of my best friend,' they silently pleaded. Seth already knew his answer immediately.
'Always.'
Other bridesmaids entered, as well as bridesmen. Trey, Hailey, and Caitlin made their way down the carpet, all reassuring Seth with curt nods of their heads. They, too, believed in him.
Seth's ears pricked up when he heard the first strings of the wedding march tune. Summer had insisted on getting a string quartet for the song and she and Seth argued with the decision.
"It'll be more romantic!" Summer argued. Seth shook his head and crossed his arms.
"But the chapel already comes with the organ player. Why spend, like, a thousand more dollars on the dinky quartet?" he bit back.
Nonetheless, Summer had gotten her way, and Seth couldn't have been more happier with her decision. She was right, he mentally agreed, the quartet was more romantic and he hid a small smile as pictured he and his bride-to-be dancing to the sweet tune in the middle of the chapel, while onlookers cooed from their seats.
The doors opened and Summer stood with her father. Seth's breath caught in his throat.
She was so beautiful.
Dressed in a simple strapless off-white gown, Summer glowed as she stood next to her father, her arm liked to his. She held a large bouquet of white and blue roses, the blue flowers scattered between the other white. She smiled up at her father, and as she walked she looked on at Seth, her eyes twinkling.
Seth's eyes were consumed with the image of his fiancée, his wife. 'Nothing could be as gorgeous as this moment,' he mentally concluded.
Summer appraised Seth's appearance and blocked all thoughts about how she wanted to ravage him at that very moment. Short curls adorned his head, his tuxedo crisp and clean. His hands stood in front of him, clasped together, and by the way he was standing, he was holding his breath. She couldn't believe it, but she was holding hers as well.
As bride and groom looked at one another, all else faded away and in that moment, all second thoughts were gone.
