A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. I anticipate two chapters after this one ends, sad huh? But as soon as this one concludes, the sequel will be up almost immediately, it's already been started. I could've just kept this one going and not done the sequel, but the sequel is its own story, so yeah.

I don't like this chapter, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless, and reviews make me happy. ;)

"You're not going to have a bachelor party?"

"No, I decided against it," Chris told his fiancée. "I don't really like the scene anyways. Stephanie and I usually make fun of people who go to strip clubs and who look at porno magazines in the middle of a crowded store, especially if it's like in the middle of the afternoon."

"You could go out with the guys or something, just a nice dinner, maybe a bar, nothing raunchy, just something fun."

He shrugged, "Why? What are you doing? Going to a male strip club or something? Or doing something equally raunchy?"

Trish giggled, "We're going to a sex shop and buying some stuff, nothing too out there, just something a little bit fun. And then we're going to dinner some place, I don't know yet, but nothing too raunchy."

"Sex shop?" Chris asked, "What the hell are you going to get at a sex shop?"

"Honey, you don't want to know," she winked.

"Yeah, I do actually, because I don't want to find anything scary in our bedroom, I'm not into some stuff, you know."

"I know," she said. "Do you know where Steph is by the way?"

"Um, is she going to be included in our bedroom sexcapades?" Chris asked, his eyes turning wide. "Because she's not really into that stuff."

"No silly, I'm inviting her over for tonight, the bachelorette party. I mean, she's a girl, she's going to be at the wedding, so she's going to be invited, come on Chris, get your head out of the clouds, we're getting married in a week's time."

"Oh, Stephanie's not going to your thing," Chris said.

"What? Why not?"

"Because she's hanging with me. I'm not having a bachelor party, I'm just going to be hanging out with Steph, I mean, she's my best woman, she's going to be the one I want to hang out with."

Trish frowned, "But I wanted her to come to my party."

"Well too bad, Stephanie and I are going to out and that's final. We've been planning it for weeks now, so you really can't change her mind. It's fine though, she's on my side of the altar so she's going to be with me."

"And the other guys?"

"I'll do something with them later or something," Chris shrugged. "I promise I will go out and get drunk and see strippers if that's what you really want me to do!"

"It's what I really want you to do," Trish joked, kissing him on the lips. "Well, I guess this is where we part for the day because I wanted to get some shopping in before I get ready for my party and I'm sure you have…I don't know, some kooky thing to do before you meet with Stephanie. At least since I know you're with her, I know you're not going to like, find some woman and sleep with her as a last fling or something."

Chris laughed as Trish kissed him one last time and watched walk off, still laughing nervously. She hadn't picked up on it, and he was glad. He didn't want to ever have to tell her that he had kissed Stephanie. That kiss was still in his brain although it had far been forgotten by his partner-in-crime. He couldn't understand how Stephanie could be so nonchalant about it. They had kissed! Of course, he was the one who was getting married in a week and she wasn't, so that probably helped her not care about it.

He had been the opposite. He felt extremely guilty for keeping this from Trish. This was the woman he was marrying and yet he had kissed his best friend. It had probably just been to get it out of his system, to make sure that he really didn't have feelings for Stephanie and that they could continue to be friends even after his wedding to Trish. But the guilt would creep up into him and he would think of scenarios under which Trish would find out and then dump him.

Then this was compounded by the fact that he had been so busy with the wedding that he hadn't seen as much of Stephanie as he would've liked, or would have in the past. Before Trish, he and Stephanie literally never spent more than 48 hours apart at any time, and most of the time that happened it was when they both had other commitments at the same time. But now he hadn't seen her in more time than that, and he was scared that he would see her less and less.

Stephanie was the most important person in his life. He knew that when everything came crashing down, she would be the one thing left standing with him at the end. She would always been there, but if she was around less and less, then did that mean he was going to end up all alone? He knew that he had Trish, and he loved her, but what he had with Stephanie was so deep and so…something, that he knew that she meant more to him than anything.

"Zoned out Snooks, this isn't good, it means that you have something weighing heavily on that cute little mind of yours, and I used the term 'little' for a reason," Stephanie said as she walked into his hotel room.

"Oh hey Stephers."

"What's up?" she asked, flopping down onto his bed.

"Trish wanted you go to her bachelorette party, but I told her that you were going to be with me today and tonight," Chris told her, flopping down onto the bed next to her.

Stephanie laughed, "Um, no thanks, not that I don't like the blonde bombshell, but I think I'd rather shave my head and then get a tattoo on it than go out with her and the chirpies that she goes out with. No offense to your fiancée, Snooks."

"None taken, they are a little much some of the time."

"Yeah, they are," Stephanie confirmed, "not that it's a bad thing or anything, but it's definitely not the crowd that I want to hang out with."

"Yeah."

"Okay, you're like Mr. Monosyllable today, so what's up? I can always tell when something's wrong."

"It's nothing, it's so much of nothing that it's like the black hole of nothing, that's how nothing it is."

"Nope, not swaying me, something is up with you," Stephanie told him. "Don't even tell me that you're thinking about that kiss again. Snooks, seriously, it was nothing, stop feeling guilty about it. Other guys do even crazier things before their married. Like that episode of Full House where Uncle Jesse goes sky-diving and lands in the tree and then drops in the tomato truck. So see, not even remotely as crazy."

"I don't know I feel guilty for it, I should tell her, I really should, I'm marrying this woman in a week, she will legally be my wife, and that means we shouldn't keep secrets from each other. Yet, here I am, keeping a secret from her."

"Secret, shmecret, it was a kiss, it wasn't like we had sex up against a wall or something like that. If you're you know what had gotten anywhere near my you know what, then maybe we'd have a case, but nothing happened, we were in the middle of the mall for God's sakes, it's not like we're exhibitionists or something. Snooks, nothing happened."

"Except my lips touched yours and they're only supposed to touch Trish's."

"She owns your lips? How much did that cost her? Because I've been looking into buying someone's eyes, but I didn't know the going rate, but if you could give me a ballpark figure for what she spent."

"She doesn't, but they're reserved for her, reserved!"

"It was one kiss, and it didn't mean anything to either of us, so whatever, what Snooks, are you afraid that you're in love with me, and that you are just biding your time until I tell you that I'm madly in love with you, because it ain't happening, I'm not in love with you."

"I'm not in love with you either. But what if there's potential?"

"Fine, kiss me right now," Stephanie said, glancing over at him. "Kiss me right now and get it out of your system if that's what you think this is Snooks. Go ahead and kiss me, I want you to, just do it, see for yourself that there's nothing here for you."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Unlike you, I'm not engaged to any blonde bombshells, or bombshells of any kind, so who the hell is going to care if you kiss me, but if you think there's potential for it, then go ahead and kiss me," Stephanie told him, opening up her arms. "But you better make sure it's a good kiss, because I'm filing these away into my Pantheon of kissing, and you don't want to be tucked away in the corner do you?"

"Why didn't we ever have sex?" he asked bluntly.

Stephanie coughed and sputtered, "What!"

"Well, everyone thought we were, everyone speculated at some point we did, why didn't we?"

"Because it would be the most awkward thing in the world."

"Hey, hey, hey, I know where to put it," Chris told her.

"Oh, I'm sure you do," Stephanie said, "but I don't want you sticking it anywhere on me. Snooks, we'd never get through it, I'd see you naked and I'd start laughing, and then you'd see me naked, and you'd faint from the beauty of it."

"Laugh? Stephers, I don't think you'd be laughing in the slightest," Chris told her haughtily. "I'll have you know, that 'Larger than Life' slogan I had, well that's true, totally and completely the truth, just like the fact that the universe is big."

"Well I don't want to go star-gazing, thanks," Stephanie said with a smile. "The thing is this Snooks, you and I, I don't think we'd mix, I think we'd be like oil and vinegar, wait, those two things mix don't they? Oil and water, yeah, they don't mix, those things don't mix, we're like oil and water, we just wouldn't mix."

"Or we would mix like Red Vines and Coke when you use the Red Vines as a straw," Chris pointed out.

"I'm going to have to disagree, but if you want to kiss me, then go ahead, I'm not going to stop you."

Chris was almost tempted to do it, just to prove to himself once and for all that he wasn't attracted to Stephanie and he never would be. Sure, she was pretty, and funny, and smart, and she had her own voice, a very distinct voice, but it was still unique to her own person. She was an incredible woman, but he just wasn't all that attracted to her. He had kissed her because he was nervous about his impending nuptials, but other than that, nothing. Plus, he just couldn't betray Trish again. The first time had been impulse, but this time would be a knowing situation and he couldn't do that to the woman that loved him.

"Thanks, but I'll take a raincheck."

"You know a raincheck means you'll cash it in later, so you want to cash it in after you're married, that seems slightly more damaging," Stephanie explained. She shrugged and closed her eyes, "Suit yourself, but don't say I never offered, because I did, I really, really did."

"I know you did, and I appreciate that Stephers, but it would just be weird."

"Just like the first one. So what are we doing today?"

"I don't know, hang out I guess."

"Oh," Stephanie replied, laying there. "The blonde bombshell's party is looking pretty good right now, what were they going to do?"

"I don't know," he replied idly. "I'm getting married in a week."

"Did you just remember that, because if you did, then I'm going to have to probably explain the woman you're marrying, and that could get pretty sticky."

"This is scary."

"Is it?"

"It is."

"Well then it is," Stephanie laughed and closed her eyes again. "It's not like a death sentence Snooks, it's just marriage, it's something that people do everyday, and it's been done for hundred and thousands of years, it's not like you're going to be the first guy to ever do it so get off your high horse and suck it up."

Chris scooted up the bed laid right next to Stephanie. He felt his fingers on her face and she opened her eyes as he brushed her hair out of her eyes. She smiled softly. "I don't want to ever lose you Stephers."

"You won't, you aren't," she reassured him.

"I feel like I am, I think that's what I'm so scared about, I think that's the root of all of this, this kissing and stuff, I think I'm afraid that I'm going to lose you in all of this. I feel like I'm losing you right now Stephers, and it scares me."

"Snooks, you're planning a wedding, you have to spend time on that, it's okay, I understand, just because you're not around doesn't mean that I'm going anywhere, you're stuck with me."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise you Snooks, I'm not going anywhere, and the blonde bombshell will just have to deal."