A/N: Thanks a lot to all of you who offered to be a beta for me! I accepted Somebody's Dark Angels offer, so thank you so much for helping me and for all of your suggestions! They were all great. Also, thanks for all the reviews! They were great! Please keep em' coming :)

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"When there's no one else
Look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend
Just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength
That will guide your way
If you will learn to begin
To trust the voice within"
--The Voice Within (Christina Aguilera)
"What? Seth, no! She's counting on you to be here. Besides, Summer and I aren't even that close." Ryan was beyond shocked that Seth would even consider asking him to walk Summer down the aisle.

"Please, Ryan. I can't do it. I should have never agreed to it. And the nana is sick and this is the only plane leaving for Miami for the next two days. I have to go."

Ryan huffed. "Fine, I'll do it. But you have to tell her you're not going to be here."

Seth sucked in his bottom lip. "I don't have time. She'll get all emotional and I'll be in there for hours. Please…I'll do anything...well not anything because I can actually think-"

"No! I'm not telling her. You have to," Ryan argued.

Seth shook his head. "Seriously, dude. I can't do it. It's like, physically impossible for me to do it. She'll give me those puppy dog eyes. Or worse! She'll tell me to go."

"Why is that worse?" Ryan asked, confused.

"Um, because it will be a lie and she is a horrible liar and it will make me sad to see her try and lie just for me. See? Either way, she sucks me in. Please, man. Just do this one thing for me."

Seth softened his eyes and pouted his lips. Ryan rolled his eyes at Seth's attempt to get him to give in. "I'm not Summer; puppy dog eyes don't work on me."

Seth continued to keep his puppy dog eyes. "Come on man. Like I said earlier, it's just one tiny favor."

"Seth, you're asking me to do two things--two very major things."

"Whatever…1 and 2 aren't that different."

Ryan rolled his eyes. Time seemed to inch slowly by and Seth was getting anxious. "Fine," Ryan finally said. "But this is the last thing I ever do for you."

Kirsten turned around to face Summer. "Sweetheart, that's great! And it's a good thing you and David are getting married."

Summer's heart stopped beating. Kirsten thought the baby was David's. A part of her was relieved that she didn't know it was Seth's baby. But another part of her was flaring up with anger. Did Kirsten really think she was that trashy? Summer would be disgusted with herself if she had two children with two different men.

Some girls could do that and be fine with it, but Summer Roberts was not one of those girls.

Sandy poked his head in the room. "Kirsten, we really have to leave," he said. Kirsten held a finger up, asking for one more minute. "I'm so sorry we can't be here," she said again, pulling Summer into a hug.

Summer nodded, leaning against the counter of the bathroom as she watched Kirsten and Sandy leave. Then she heard another knock on the door and she yelled, "Come in."

She walked out of the bathroom and saw Ryan smiling nervously at her.

Confused, Summer asked, "Ryan? What're you doing in here?"

He looked around. "So, Seth wanted me to tell you that…he can't walk you down the aisle. The nana collapsed so he had to go," he explained.

Summer's once confused expression was waved over with sadness. "So I'm walking myself down the aisle?" she asked.

Ryan shook his head. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd be glad to."

She looked at him, knowing that Cohen had told him to ask her. She'd be much happier with Seth doing it, but that wasn't really an option, and she refused to walk down the aisle by herself. Smiling, Summer said "Ya know, Chino, I just might take you up on that offer."

He smiled. "We better go, then. The bridesmaids are already walking down the aisle."

Summer followed Ryan out of the room, dying inside. She felt like every organ in her body was shutting down. Seth wouldn't be at her wedding. He wouldn't be giving her away. Not to mention the fact that she was scum. Seth's baby was inside her. The pregnancy test she had taken weeks before had been a false negative.

She was pregnant with Seth's baby, and she was getting married to David. Summer could practically see her mind splitting into two different people, like on those after school specials she and Seth both hated with a passion. There would always be a little miniature clone of the "wrong doer" floating in the air dressed like an angel and one dressed like a devil, and the angel would be telling you the right thing to do and the devil would be telling you to do the wrong.

Summer's angel clone was telling her, "Don't deny your feelings for Seth. Don't go to the front of the church and lie by marrying David. You're pregnant with Seth's child again. Go…be happy and honest."

However, the devil was saying the complete opposite. "Shut up you damn angel! Marry David, Summer. Convince him you two had drunken sex a few months ago and voila! A baby is cooking. He'll believe you, and Seth will never have to know."

The wedding march started to play and Summer threaded her arm through Ryan's, clutching her bouquet for dear life. The huge wooden doors flew open and Summer's fake smile overtook her face so easily that she inwardly laughed at herself. It was the same smile she had practiced making when she was 13 years old, and whenever she was around a walking plastic surgery billboard, she would use it.

Hundreds of people smiled back at Summer. Marissa was at the front, standing right behind where Summer would be. She smiled at David, who was up at the altar smiling back at her.

When they finally reached their destination, Ryan lifted Summer's veil and kissed her cheek. "I hope you two are really happy. And I mean that," Ryan said, letting her veil fall back in front of her face. She smiled at him, a sincere one, before turning around to David.

Pastor Rob began to speak. "Friends, we have been invited here today to share with David and Summer a very important moment in their lives. In the time they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife."

The rest of the ceremony panned out perfectly. The vows were traded without so much as a stutter, the candles were lit graciously and uneventfully, and they had listened as a professional singer had sung the two "love birds" a song.

"Now for the exchanging of the rings," the pastor said. David turned to his best friend, the best man, getting the ring, and Summer turned to Marissa, the matron of honor.

The church was silent as David slid the ring on Summer's finger. "I David, give you, Summer, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you."

Summer slid the ring onto his finger. "I Summer, give you, David, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you."

The pastor smiled, as did David.

"If anyone in this church sees why this couple should not be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace."

Both Summer and David stared at the church full of people. Summer's conscious was nagging at her. She knew that no one would say anything. If she wanted to object she would have to do so herself.

Summer looked around the audience of guests, friends and family staring back at her. Her eyes met a pair that matched her very own, his hair curly and brown, and he gave her a toothy smile. She smiled back at her baby, the person she was doing all of this for, and wished he was old enough to tell her if this was what he wanted her to do.

Summer looked back at David, smiling at him, forcing herself to happy and listen to what the pastor was saying.

"Then by the state of California, I now pronounce you—"

"STOP!"

Gasps were heard all around the church. Marissa's eyes widened and she glanced at Caden, who looked delighted, before turning to look at Ryan, whose face mirrored hers.

David looked just as confused as Marissa and Ryan, choosing to ignore the happiness he saw on Caden's face.

Summer swallowed hard. "We're not married yet, are we?" she asked the pastor, sounding worried, and he shook his head no.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God. Look, David, I have a confession to make," she began. "I can't marry you…I'm still in love with...someone else."

David's eyes were filled with anger. "Summer," he whispered sharply, burning holes into her. "What do you think you're doing? You can't come up here and embarrass me like this."

Summer felt like a million knives had just been pulled out of her. It was incredibly painful at first, but she was relieved that it was over with. "David, I'm so sorry," she said.

His glare grew stronger and Summer instinctively stepped away from him. She had never seen this side of him before, and she was glad it was coming out now, rather than later.

"Is this about Seth, Summer? I swear to God I'll kill him," he said, his voice low and filled with rage.

Marissa stepped up beside Summer, daring David to lay a single hand on her best friend.

"Summer, why don't you tell all these guests why we can't get married," David yelled, and Summer's cheeks were red with anger and embarrassment.

"David, stop." Summer's voice was shaky but strict.

He looked at her. "No, Summer. Tell them why. Tell them how you led me on all these months." His voice was raspy, barely above a whisper.

Summer cocked her eyebrow. "You think I'm scared or something?" she asked him. "Fine, I'll tell them. I'm in love with someone else. I have been since I was a sophomore in high school…we have two children together…yeah, I guess that makes me pretty low, but I'd be even lower if I had married you."

Marissa's mouth fell open, as did every other guest at the wedding. "That's right, David. I'm pregnant."

He looked at her with disgust. "It's a good thing I didn't marry you then. There's no room for tramps in my family."

Marissa's best friend-mode snapped on and she stepped in front of Summer, "Excuse me? You don't talk to her like that. I don't blame her for stopping this wedding. I feel sorry for any woman that ends up with you next."

Summer's head was starting to spin. This was all too much. The pastor was confused beyond words, Marissa was screaming at her ex-groom to be, Caden was bouncingcheerfully in his seat, and Ryan was standing up out of the pew, walking forward, and the rest of the church was staring at her.

Finally, she found her voice and said, "You can all go to the reception now. Eat, dance, have fun. Sorry we wasted your evening."

And with that, she walked back down the aisle.