"Just the guy I am looking for," Onyx grinned, walking into the small boutique, eyeing a few dresses on her way from the front of the store to the back, Clint following behind her.

"Miss Onyx Sage," the shop owner smiled, pulling her in for a hug. "What type of dress are we searching for?" He asked, looking around at any possibilities.

"A beach wedding," she told him. Any other sort of detail she would have to pull Clint into the conversation, as she hadn't ask for more details than that, until the flight when they literally had nothing but time on their hands.

"And does your friend need anything?" He asked, eyeing the stranger up.

"Clint is fine," Onyx laughed.

"That he is," the shop owner teased, getting Onyx to blush slightly, all while Clint ignored them, sitting in one of the chairs to wait for Onyx to be done. "Where did you find that one?" He inquired, an idea on where they would start to look for the dress she needed would be at.

"The bar of course," she smirked, glancing at Clint who happened to be in his own world on the phone. "Though to be fair I did go to school with him for two years in high school," she shrugged. That fact still amazed her, as they had been in vocal adrenaline together, yet she couldn't recall him.

"You didn't do anything rash did you?" He asked, eyeing her up. "Who am I kidding, I forget it is you after all," he jested, not giving her the time to make any sort of comment on the situation.

"Not funny," she remarked. "And no I haven't done anything rash with him. I am taking things slow as I don't want what we have to crash and burn," she told him. "Now Kurt, lets me get a dress because we have very limited time to do so," she told him, feeling time slip past her giving her no time whatsoever to find the perfect dress for this wedding.

"Then let's get a move on shall we?" He asked, looping his arm through hers and heading to the back of the shop.

She's known Kurt for as long as she has called San Antonio home for. Her first week in the city she came across his little boutique and clicked with him instantly and their friendship blossomed from there, now she can call him a good friend of hers. She had even made sure that his boyfriend was good enough for him, before he took him home to meet his dad and stepmom along with that of his brother.

"I want flowy," she told him. "And lightweight as it is in Hawaii," she told him. "You already know my distaste for any shade of pink," she told him with a shudder.

"Anything else?" He chuckled, looking at the racks of dresses he had in stock.

"Can't think of any," she told him. "You know me and my tastes so I will trust you to an extent," she told him, looking through racks to see if she could find anything else that she might be wanting to buy.

"You've always been a picky one," he teased. "And I don't understand this hatred of pink you have. Because you would look stunning in it," he quickly pointed out before she had a chance to protest him on it.

"That may be so, but I still don't like the color," she stated. "My mom forced me to wear the color like every day when I was young and I like vibrant colors," she shrugged, not understanding where her disdain of pink really stemmed from.

"I remember the dark color phase a few years back," he pointed out, shaking his head at a dress he was looking at.

"My students had a blast with that phase," she laughed, pulling a violet knee-length dress from a rack. Dressing up for that years Halloween had been easy as her students already joked about her being the only vampire in San Antonio. "This one?" She asked, looking in the mirror.

"Cute, but no," he told her shaking his head. "That's more of a first date dress," he said, tilting his head to the side.

"I'll take it," she smiled, glancing at Clint who happened to be engrossed in whatever he is doing on his phone.

"So there is a first date in the near future?" He inquired, pulling a light yellow dress from the rack, thinking better of it he placed it back where he got it from.

"There is," she confirmed with a nod and a blush. "He's different than the others and after the shit storm I went through with Hunter, I like how Clint puts me first and not his own things," she smiled.

"Don't forget that you need to be putting him first," Kurt reminded her, pulling a light blue floral sleeveless maxi dress from a rack. "I think this is the winner," he said, turning to show her.

"It is pretty," she smiled, taking the offered garment and heading to the changing room to try it on. "I know I do, Kurt," she smiled at him, before disappearing inside to try it on. She learned from her mistakes with Hunter and she would approve upon them when it came to whatever sort of relationship she held with Clint.

The way the dress hugged her, the way it swayed when moving about and the breathable fabric made it the perfect dress for her. That's not mentioning the way it made her feel while wearing it. It was a stunning dress and it screamed perfect. She opened the door to let Kurt look but she didn't want Clint to have any amount of glimpses.

Kurt fanned himself seeing his friend looking nothing short of stellar in the dress. He easily agreed it was the dress to be wearing for the wedding. And when she tried the violet dress on, he was right in it being the right dress for a first date, because Clint would be gobsmacked.

Upon entering the shop Clint saw the chairs at the front of the store and sat down, having a feeling it would be a while if they way Onyx and the shop owner embraced. He let them be, curious to know how they knew each other, but not worried as he pulled his phone out.

'HELP ME ! I am in HELL!' He chuckled under his breath reading his friends text.

'I'm positive that hell is a loooot worse than whatever you are sitting through.' He quickly typed out hitting send.

'Lunch with her parents. Think I am still exaggerating?' Was the message sent to him within a minute.

'Yes! You like her family. Not seeing what is so wrong there.' He sent to his friend.

'It's dull.' Had been the message to pop up. Before he could type anything out the dots showed up telling him his friend had more to say in that moment. 'Dude, tell me you invited her along!' He shook his head, reading the message from Phillip.

'Didn't I tell you the answer to that already?' He sent back, glancing to see that Onyx was still busy looking for a dress.

'I want to make sure, that you didn't bail on her coming.' He rolled his eyes, reading his friends response.

'She'll be there with me. I will be seeing you in a few hours.' He quickly sent back to his friend, opening up his browser so he could find a place to go with Onyx on the one night they didn't have a rehearsal dinner or a wedding to attend.

He frowned seeing that Seb sent him a message. 'Promise me, that you'll be there for her!' Taking a look he could see that Onyx was thinking a dress over so instead of replying back to the other man, he stepped outside, pressing his phone to his ear listening to the phone ring.

"You didn't have to call me," Seb answered the phone.

"I know," Clint told him, leaning against the side of the building. "Figured it best to call as Onyx is looking for a dress to wear for the wedding," he quickly explained, as he didn't have time to trade texts with him, not when Onyx seemed to be wrapping things up.

"Sunshine of Life?" Seb asked, showing just how well he knew his friend. "She does have a bond with Kurt," he said with a nod.

"I won't even ask," Clint laughed into the phone. "Mind telling me what's going on, as I don't have all the time to be talking without her getting suspicious," he commented.

"Right," Seb sighed, rubbing his temple. "I don't know what she told you or how much she told you," he started to explain. "Just know that I'm not this bad guy she is making me out to be and please try to remind her of that," Seb stated.

"Seb, I know you're not the bad guy here. And I will try, but I can't guarantee anything," Clint told him. "I hate that she is feeling hurt by what took place between the two of you and I am going to help her move past that. But you have to know that I am with her on this, whatever the whole story is," he stated. He couldn't go against Onyx on this. He wanted her to know that he would stand with her, but in saying that he wanted to push those boundaries back some. He felt that she needed to see rationally on what went on and not him telling her.

"I respect you for that, I do," Seb stated. That's all he ever wanted for his friend, someone to be there for her in the many ways Clint has been. "Just make sure that she is okay and that if she happens to need someone, that you will be there for her. We both know she can act tough and that a lot of things don't bother her, but they really do and I would hate for her to put an act on when you are capable of helping her," Seb said. He has to make sure that his friend would be okay until she decided to talk to him again.

"I, promise you, Seb, that I will take care of her and be there to help her out every step she needs me to," Clint vowed. "And I will try to make her see sense with things, because I do know that she hates this thing as much as you do," he said.

"I don't doubt that for a second, but I should have been upfront with her and explained a few things better than I had," Seb sighed.

"And I am positive that she will give you that chance Seb, you need to be patient. You of all people know how she can be," Clint told him, watching as Onyx paid for her purchases, seeing she had multiple bags.

"I know, but I don't take being in whatever this thing is with her the same way. She needs to wait it out and I am the opposite as I need the problem resolved so we can go on being the friends we are. I have never enjoyed being at odds with her," he explained.

"I do know that feeling and just how miserable it can be," Clint shared. "If I can speed her process along, I will do it," he stated.

"Thanks and I owe you," Seb told him.

"I believe you owe me double now," Clint chuckled. "I did help you win the tournament against Jeff," he pointed out.

"That is true," Seb laughed. "Cash them in when you need a favor or two," he said. "I'll be letting you go, Clint. Bye," he told him.

"Bye, Seb," he stated, seeing Onyx stop and turn back to look at who he now knew as Kurt. "And don't worry about Onyx, I will make sure she is well taken care of," he stated with a smile seeing Onyx smile at him through the front window.

"I'll try not to," Seb confirmed. "And I trust you with this," Seb told him before he ended the call.

"Who were you talking to?" Onyx asked stepping out of the boutique, waving one final time to Kurt.

"You ready to go?" He asked, hoping she followed suit in changing the topic as he didn't want to lie to her and he wasn't sure if he should mention that he had been talking to Sebastian.

"Yep, I have everything I need and more, just have to pack it all away in my suitcase," she told him, trying to visualize if she had enough room for it or if she would have to force it in there.

"I have a bit of room in mine if you need to use it," he told her, seeing the conflict on her face.

"I will use that space if I need it," she told him. "This doesn't mean I forgot you didn't tell me who were talking to," she pointed out, walking to where his car sat parked. "Are you really going to pay for parking?" She questioned, stopping at the trunk of the car, wanting to pack away the two dresses and shoes that went with each dress.

"Yep," he nodded. "I already reserved a spot," he shrugged. "Sebastian, he uh wanted to make sure that you were okay. He's worried about you," Clint told her, deciding to be honest about who he had been talking to. Lying to her wasn't worth it.

Onyx nodded, remaining quiet about it and unzipped her suitcase to carefully place her dresses into the bag, finding she did need that room in his suitcase for her shoes.

Clint let her be, not really sure what he could say and that he didn't think he could say anything, not when it looked like she is deep in thought about what he had told her. He hadn't been lying when he said that he wouldn't push her into any talking about Seb she didn't want to be doing. That is something he was going to let her bring up when the time is right for her.

"I worry about him too," she said chewing her bottom lip on the way to the airport. "He acted like he didn't know about Hunter proposing when he was there to help him pick out the ring. Not only that he used me moving out, which hadn't been decided fully at that time as an excuse to hit on his girlfriend. I feel dirty," she shivered.

"Oh stop it," he laughed, pulling up to a red light. "He didn't mean any harm by what he did as he didn't set out to find a girlfriend using you as an excuse," Clint stated shaking his head, looking at her briefly. "Look at it from his perspective," he tried, moving forward once more now that the light turned green.

"I can understand going out and looking for a new place with the information he had," she told him calmly. That isn't what has her upset the most. She would never expect him to stay in his place if he couldn't afford it with her moving out because that would be the natural thing to do. What he didn't need to be doing is keep the ruse up, he could have told her that it was a possibility he needed a new place, because it hadn't been a sure thing. "I wouldn't have left him high and dry like that and it hurts to know he thinks I would," she confessed.

"Do you really think that he ever had the opportune moment to tell you that he knew about Hunter proposing and that he helped pick the ring out?" Clint asked. "We both know that he doesn't think like that, Onyx. He cares about you as much as Jeff does, maybe more."

"I guess not," she sighed. At no time would she have been okay with that nugget of information. And really Seb had been thinking about her feelings when he didn't say anything when she first learned about the ring, as it was never his place. "I might have been a bit on the overreacting side of things," she confessed. "I care a great deal about him as well, that is why it hurts so much with the way he went about things."

"What, did you want to go along with him?" Clint asked with a teasing tone. "I do think it's quite clear that he was able to get Mikki to be his girlfriend all on his own."

"He sure is growing up fast," Onyx laughed. "I get it, I will talk to him and apologize when I see him next," she stated. She didn't want to make amends with him over the phone, it wouldn't be right to do things that way. "And yes it would have been nice to have a say in this future apartment he so badly thought he would be needing."

"To bad we don't have more time," he started to say, making Onyx curious as to why that is. "If we did you could make amends with him before we leave," Clint told her.

"Honesty, as much as that idea is appealing, I think I would need more than a few minutes and I would hate to be the reason why we miss the flight. It is best we get there when we need to be and not minutes later," she told him. "Thank you for caring so much," she smiled at him.

"Yeah we don't need that," he chuckled, watching the traffic in front them. "No thanks required, Onyx," he told her. "Though you are welcome and I will be here when you need me to be. And yes that includes when you need some sense talked into ya," he teased.

"Joke all you want now, we'll see how you feel when I wake you at like 4 in the morning when you get to bed from running your little club," she remarked.

"I'll keep my phone turned off," he retorted.

"Ass," she laughed, rolling her eyes at him.

"Is there anything else that I need to be knowing?" She asked, freshening up in the bathroom of the hotel room they were to be sharing for the next few days. He had went over everything that she needed to be knowing on the flight.

"Can't think of anything," he told her, resting against the door jamb watching as she pulled her hair up into a pony. "You about ready?" He asked, checking the time, as he didn't want to be late.

"Yep," she replied, moving past him to grab her small clutch. "Good thing we just have go down to the lobby," she remarked, walking to the door.

"I'd say," he laughed, holding it open for her to walk out first.

They made short work of the distance from their room down to the ballroom where the rehearsal dinner is taking place at.

"Wait!" She quietly exclaimed, not wanting to draw attention to her, pulling Clint to a stop. He looked at her before surveying the room, not seeing the big problem. "You didn't say that anybody named Mason was going to be here," she stated, slightly panicked by that sight.

"Mason?" He questioned, that name unknown to him as he didn't know anyone named Mason.

"So you don't know him?" She asked, as they moved forward heading straight to the open bar to get a drink.

"I couldn't point him out if I wanted too," he assured her. She nodded, keeping herself hidden from her suddenly reappearing ex. "Mind telling me about Mason?" He asked, signaling for the bartender.

"What's there to tell?" She asked, with a sigh.

"A lot with the way you panicked over him being here," he said, ordering a beer for himself and letting Onyx order the drink she wanted when the bartender showed up. "You don't have to tell me anything, I figured you would want to," he told her, thanking the bartender for their drinks. "Ya know a way to get it off your mind and all," he commented.

"Maybe later," she told him. "First I do think that I need to be meeting the bride," she smiled, slipping her arm through his.

"If you ain't careful, people are going to be talking about how we make a cute couple and how we should be the next ones down the aisle," he teased her, a hint of a serious tone to his voice. He knew his friends and a good portion of the people here to help them celebrate their big day, and he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable at anytime.

"We do make a cute couple," she smiled at him. "All unmarried couples are the next ones to walk down the aisle, that is how it goes, in my personal experience," she shrugged. "Nothing they say is going to have any sort of effect on me," she promised. She knew what she was signing up for when she agreed to come to Clint's friend's wedding. She was mentally and physically ready for any and all comments of the like.

"You might have a point there," he chuckled, walking up to where the soon to be newlyweds stood talking.

"Hey man," Phillip greeted, hugging his friend. "Onyx, he did say you were coming, but hey here you are," he laughed, pulling his friend's girl of whatever they were calling each other this week into a hug.

"I couldn't let him lie about it," she smiled. "I did feel sorry for him," she shrugged. "Hey Phillip, pleasure as always," she laughed. "You must be the Mrs," she said, looking at the blonde, watching them with amusement dancing behind her green orbs.

"That is me," she laughed. "And you're the one to turn Clint's life upside down, a few times," she remarked.

"That sums it up," she nodded laughing. "But you can call me Onyx," she smiled, introducing herself.

"In that case, Onyx, you can call me Julie," she laughed. "I like her, makes me sad we never got together for that dinner," she frowned.

"We can do it for a day after you get back from your honeymoon," Onyx told her. "I am certain you've been busy these last few months," she waved it off.

"It will have to be a weekend though, as she as has school during the week," Clint stated, wrapping an arm around her.

"High School history, so much fun," she teased. "I can still hang out on school nights," she laughed. "I don't have a curfew and if I am that tired, they will have a quiz, a test, a movie or even a free day to finish any assignments they have missing in my class," she stated.

"I guess that's settled. We'll have to set something up," Julie smiled. "We should get dinner going," she suggested looking at her fiancée. He nodded, excusing themselves to get everyone's attention.

After they ate and a few words had been said, they found themselves on the dance floor for a few songs, laughing and enjoying the beautiful night surrounded by his friends. She had excused herself needing the little ladies room. She stopped at the bar to get another drink when the voice she dreaded to hear since seeing him sounded from behind her.

"I thought that was you," he said gaining her attention. "Onyx, hey, it's been some time," he nodded, spinning his beer bottle in his hands.

"That it has Mason," she nodded, taking her glass and looking at him. "Haven't talked to you since you told me about hooking up with Jane while we were still together. Madison now I have talked to her since then and she still blames me for what went down, not sure why when I did nothing wrong," Onyx shrugged.

"If I would have known that I wouldn't have done anything with him," a woman said, making herself known on the other side of him. "For what it's worth, I am sorry," she apologized.

"Onyx, this is Jane," Mason nervously smiled. "My wife," he told her. "I am sorry about what I did, after all these years I," he sighed, taking a drink of his beer. "I have no excuse for why I did it," he stated.

"I don't think you can have an excuse for cheating," Onyx shrugged. "Congratulations, on getting that happy life we talked about," she told him a bit bitter about it all. She wasn't jealous they had gotten married, bitter that someone else was living the life she so often talked about with Mason. A high school relationship wasn't going to last, that she knew, but it didn't hurt any less.

"I was wondering if you had gotten lost," Clint joked, slipping an arm around her shoulders, feeling how tense she has become.

"Not lost," she told him, shaking her head. "This is Mason and his wife Jane," she told him. "We dated for like two and a half years," she tacked on.

"I feel as if I am missing a very important key detail in this," Clint stated. "I'm Clint, I'm her…"

"He's my boyfriend," she told them, effectively cutting Clint off.