In this chapter you will see a flashback sequence. It is written in italics.

"Ok so I was thinking," Brooke said as she took a huge bite of the garlic bread she had prepared for their Italian dinner.

Ryan spun his fork until it was covered with spaghetti noodles and meat sauce. He smiled.

"And what were you thinking."

"We still haven't set a wedding date and we really need to do that." Her mouth was full and her words were barely understandable.

If Ryan hadn't known the women well, he would have had no idea what she was saying.

"Well when do you want to have it?"

"In the summer sometime."

"Okay then that's when we will have it."

"Yeah but we need to set a date."

"Well do you have any particular day in mind?"

Brooke pondered for a moment.

"No," she shook her head.

Ryan laughed.

"Then we don't need to worry about that yet."

"Yeah that's true I guess but there is also the location, the style, the decorating, the getting ready, the guest list, the…"

Ryan stopped her short.

"Honey," he replied.

She gave him an almost questioning look.

"Yeah?"

"We'll be fine. Relax."

"I'm relaxed. I'm great." She smiled.

"What kind of wedding do you want anyway?"

She was so glad he had asked this question. She had been dying to get her thoughts in the open for weeks.

"Oh I know exactly what I want. I want a wedding on a beach. And I want the ocean as the background. I want a simple, white, strapless dress with a veil. And I want the bridesmaids in pastel pink strapless dresses that end a couple inches below the knee. And I want a big humongous reception. I mean huge. And I think it would be cool to have like this really big fountain in the middle of the reception area. Oh and it would be so cool to have a pool for the kids because I remember when I was a kid and had to go to these dumb old weddings. They were so boring. The only fun part was dancing. But see if there was a swimming pool, the kids could go swimming in there. And what the hell, the adults could swim too if they wanted to. It could be perfect!"

Ryan laughed in spite of what he had just heard.

"You want a swimming pool at our wedding reception?"

"Well you have to admit it would be cool."

"The whole wedding sounds great! But a swimming pool?"

"Ok I guess that is kind of off the wall. No swimming pool I guess."

"Good," Ryan chuckled. "That would be weird."

"Well everybody is weird at some point or another."

"Yeah."

"Oh my God remember that one time when we had our first kiss."

Ryan chuckled loudly. How could he forget?

Brooke moaned as she felt his tongue explore the crevices of her mouth.

"Mmm, you're definitely gifted with the make out genes."

"Right back at ya," he laughed continuing to passionately caress her soft pink lips.

She was perched on the bathroom counter, of all places, at a college party when they were sophomores at Penn State.

They had been dating for about two weeks. Ryan had never kissed her before. He wasn't like most of the guys she dated who all they cared about was shoving their tongue down her throat and getting in her pants. Unfortunately, they had succeeded more than once. But Ryan was different than any other guy she had ever dated. He cared about her and he didn't care whether they had sex on the first date or waited until they were married. That was what made her fall for him.

Brooke giggled as she felt his fingertips tickle the sides of her abdomen.

"Stop it," she gushed in between smooches.

He loved hearing her laugh. Ignoring her he tickled her again.

"What are you ticklish?"

She swayed back and forth on the counter trying to free her self from his hands.

"Just a little," she laughed.

By this time, part of her body was no longer in tact with the counter.

"Ryan knock it off!" she squealed trying to get away. She hadn't noticed how close she was to the edge of the counter. "Oh my god!" she squeaked, and flew off the counter.

He tried to grab her before it happened but his reflexes just weren't quick enough. What started as a brush against the lips ended up with one foot in the open toilet bowl.

"Oh my God," she said pulling her foot out of the water. "This is absolutely disgusting."

Ryan burst into an explosion of laughter as he looked at his girlfriend. Her disgusted face was priceless.

"This is not funny!" she said hitting him in the arm playfully. "I paid big bucks for these heels!"

"Oh but it is," he laughed looking down at her wet pant leg and ruined high heel.

"No it isn't. I start here making out with my incredibly hot boyfriend and what do I end up with?"

"Well you still get your incredibly hot boyfriend," he replied.

"Yes I do and that is the only thing that makes this situation okay. How the hell am I going to get out of here? I can't walk out there like this."

"I'll carry you," he replied.

Ryan lifted her into the air, her feet dangling over his arms, and carried her out the door.

She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you, Boyfriend."

"You've got some spaghetti sauce on your chin," Ryan said pointing to his fiancé.

"Gee thanks for embarrassing me," she replied.

"What? There isn't anybody here."

"So. Oh and you have some sauce on your chin too."

He wiped his chin and looked at his fingers. They were clean.

"Uh no I don't."

She took a spoonful of sauce and flung it across the table onto him.

"Yeah you do," she said. "And you've got some on your forehead and cheeks too."

He put his hand in some of the sauce and reached over the table rubbing it in her hair.

"You're hair is turning red I think!"

"Oh it's on Mr."

Ryan cocked his head to the side.

"Oh yeah?"

She grabbed a handful of sauce.

"Yep."

With that he made his way to the other side of the table and picked her up like a sack of potatoes, her feet flying up in the air and her head facing the ground.

"No Ryan!" she squealed flailing her arms to get free. "Put me down!" Brooke took the spaghetti sauce and smeared it on the back of his white shirt.

"You started it," he replied childishly as he headed towards the bathroom.

"No you did with your little 'You have sauce on your face' thing that totally embarrassed me."

"Well I'm not the one who blew it out of proportion."

"So you still started it. And now my clothes are ruined and my hair smells like marinara."

"Well wash it."

He led the way into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all."

Well there ya have it! Review please so I can know what I need to do to make it better or if I should keep it the same! Thanks!