Well, here we are. The final chapter- the conclusion to this story in its entirety. From Puberty is one *BEEP* of a Mess to High School is a Fucking Mess. If you're still here reading this, I just want to say that I cannot possibly thank you guys enough for giving this story a chance. I cannot thank you enough for all of your positive comments and messages, your lovely feedback and I cannot thank you enough for still being here and encouraging me to write this and not to give up on it. I was able to get this far BECAUSE of you guys. BECAUSE of the feedback and the reminder that people are still here reading and enjoying this story. Every time I would get discouraged, it was as if you guys knew I was getting discouraged. And suddenly I would get a message or review telling me I've been a good distraction or that they can't wait to see the next chapter. And it means more to me than I could possibly convey to you guys. This is actually really emotional for me, because I've never ever, in all of my years of writing, ever been able to finish a story before. Never. But this came so easy to me. I loved these characters and I loved this plot so much. I'm proud of myself and thankful for you guys encouraging me. So thank you so much, to all of you. I mean that with my whole heart. I am so thankful for you guys. I'm still debating re-writing the entire story from Carissa's point of view (including her emotions), but I won't do it unless enough people request it (just because that would be a big deal considering I'd be re-writing the whole story all over again and introducing new characters and more). So if you guys want to see that, be sure to message me and let me know or post a review requesting a continuation. But for now, without further ado...enjoy the final chapter.

"My god, well, I feel like royalty today, guys! How about you?" Joy is absolutely ecstatic today. In fact, it's the most important day of a girl's high school career (Besides graduation, of course)!

Disgust is smiling even brighter than Joy, "Oh, total royalty for sure! We're in our best pair of skinnies and a black cami, our favorite sunglasses are on and mom treated us to our favorite breakfast! The egg biscuit from Dunkin Donuts and a medium coffee, it's perfect! And I'm so excited for our makeup to be done professionally! Can you believe it?!"

No, Joy simply cannot, "I know right?! I heard this guy has done makeup for famous people! Including Tegan and Sara. How does mom even know him?!"

"I have no idea! But I'm so excited! We're going to his super exclusive studio, this is insane!"

Anger, however, has his mind elsewhere, "Anybody else really wanna have sex in the limo?"

"I just wanna look perfect!" It's the only thing Fear can think about, "I'm begging the universe to keep our makeup in tact, to keep the dress perfect- no stains of any kind- I just want it perfect!"

Sadness is certainly in agreement there, "With our luck she'll fall in the water or something at prom and it''ll all be ruined."

"She will not!" Anger is allowing nobody to rain on his parade, "She's not wearing heels for a reason, guys! She's gonna' be fine. Besides, it looks like we're pulling into the place."

Disgust clasps her hands together, eyes sparking, "This place is so glamorous. I'm so in love. Our mom is the best!"

Sadness tenses, "I feel out of place."

Riley feels very under dressed for a place like this. And so she steps a little bit behind her mother who gladly will do the talking, "Hi, we have an appointment with Carlos Santigo? He's expec-"

And there in all of his glory. Thirty six and certainly in the prime of his life. His tanned skin is flawless- hell, his entire face is flawless. From his hair and brows, right down to his beard, "Jilly Bean! My boo!"

She's yelping like an excited teenage girl meeting with a long lost friend, "How are you sweetheart?! How was the wedding?"

"Ugh, a bore. I told Michael we should've blown it off. But the food was fantastic. I swear they caught the fish that day it was so fresh! And you know how wedding food usually sucks. Bride looked gorgeous, though!"

"Well, I'm glad to hear at least the food was good!"

They of course will exchange hugs. But eventually Carlos will interject, "So where is your beautiful daughter I've heard so much about?! I want to see my canvas!"

Riley will step forward from behind her mother, but she's still a bit tense, so her mother will do the introducing, "This is my Riley! Now you gotta' make sure you give her a kick ass look for today, she's got a prom date!"

Carlos steps forward, tousles short, messy light brown hair around. He takes time to admire those subtle blonde highlights. They're clearly natural, "Sweetheart, you are gorgeous, your hair color is beautiful. Your skin is flawless! You hardly need makeup. So I'm thinkin' subtle for you? Would your boy toy like that?"

"...Well she's a punk rocker and I want her heart to stop."

That's a game changer and it's clear in his eyes, "Okay we're gonna' give you a deep black smokey eye, none of that charcoal bullshit, we're gonna' make those eyes pop and your honey is gonna' be soaked all night for you."

Her mother will slap his arm playfully, "Not in front of me! Don't forget she's my daughter!"

But that comment certainly loosens Riley up. And she will laugh, "I want Carissa to trip on her words when she sees me. So I'm down for a dramatic black smokey eye, just make it work, I guess. And no lipstick please. I'm just going to use clear lip gloss if any at all."

"And I was going to do your nails, give you some nice acrylics...but if your date is a girl, mom cover your ears-" And he will look right at Jill before he'll look away and continue, "Then I think nails would be a no no. We don't want to see you and your girl on Sex Sent Me To The ER."

'This guys has no filter and I love it.'

'He's hysterical! this is great! No wonder mom loves him!'

"That sounds good, I guess uh...I'm ready when you are."

"Okay, come with me! Follow me to the chair of wonders. And I'm gonna' run a straightener through your hair to tame any fly aways. But, girl, I got you. You're gonna' be fierce and flawless!"

"So, do we remember what the venue looks like?" Joy is already imagining limo scenarios, buzzing with excitement.

Sadness pulls up the memories of the pictures from the company on their official website, "It's called Chateau La Mer- it's by the water and it seems really nice. There's docs and a gazebo outside, but the actual ballroom is inside. What about after prom?"

Disgust is answering that one, watching the man on screen strategically applying makeup and making casual conversation, "Amanda texted a few days ago. We got it."

"You mean-?!" Joy can't believe it!

"Yup! We got the party boat! Scheduled to travel around the harbor for a few hours, DJ included! And Carissa's band is definitely playing! They're gonna meet us at the docs at the beach after we leave the prom venue. We'll still have to take the limo from the venue because it's on the complete opposite side of the beach and pier, which is where the boat will be."

"This is amazing!"

Sadness will sigh, "...I hope Carl will be there."

There's of course a mutual agreement. And on cue, that's exactly what Riley and Carlos are talking about.

"...So this kid took a literal bullet for you?" He's, at this point, applying a subtle blush to her face.

"...He did." She begins, "This girl was hell bent on destroying Carissa and I. I had a bruise for over a week all down my arm with how hard I'd been shoved into those lockers, it didn't feel real. But talking about it makes me emotional because...that's love. And that kid is like a brother to me. I love him so much. He's practically family." She watches as he reaches for some setting spray for her face, "...So I'm worried because of him being in the hospital and the physical therapy and stuff, that he won't be able to go. And nobody has heard from him all day either. Which could mean he's still in the hospital, because they don't let him be glued to his phone and stuff."

"Well, hopefully after the messy shit you guys have all been through, he'll be able to be there. Close your eyes, love." And he'll begin spraying it across her face, "He deserves to go, even if they only let him for a little while, you know? He earned a fun night out with his friends too."

'It feels cold'

'But it smells nice!'

'And this will ensure it lasts all night!'

"I hope the hospital feels the same way. We'll have fun regardless, but we'll be super bummed out if he isn't there. It'd be like a huge piece of us missing."

"Of course. I would be bummed too." A pause, "Don't open your eyes yet, let me just run the straightener through your hair." Which takes no more than two minutes, "Okay, girl, tell me your honest thoughts. If I need to start from scratch it's no problem. I want this to be a perfect night for you. So if you aren't happy with the outcome, tell me straight up. I can take it."

'Holy shit we look INCREDIBLE!'

'DAMN. So on point! Carissa's gonna' totally die!'

Riley closes her hands over her mouth, the smile is very clear upon her face, "Oh my god."

"Good?"

"More than good!" She'll turn to her mother, "Mom look at me!"

She comes right on over, "You look perfect! I knew Carlos could do it." She'll rub his shoulder gently, "Thank you so much, this looks fantastic!"

Riley will interrupt with a, "Yeah, thank you so much! I'm so happy with it!"

"But before I let you guys go, let me take a few photos for my instagram- oh, and Riley if you have instagram feel free to follow me on at carlossantigomakeup, I will most definitely follow you back!"

"I definitely will! I'm at rileybrighteyes. I'll follow you right now!"

"Now we gotta' rush home! We need to get ready! Pre prom is in two hours!" Disgust wants everything to be just right. In her mind, two hours is not nearly enough time to be perfectly presentable.

"And don't forget! We still have to make Carissa's boutonniere for her tux!" It's a lovesick sounding sigh, "I think it's really sweet that Carissa and Riley decided to hand make each other's boutonniere and corsage out of wild flowers."

"It really is. And if you ask me." Disgust is already helping Riley to lay out her dress atop her unmade bed, "I think it's totally a unique idea to do that! We're definitely gonna' have the coolest looking ones!" Not to mention, "I helped her pick out the perfect flowers, nice and simple. We went to the mountains just to get them. Fed them proper nutrients all night to make sure they'll last all night tonight."

And they watch as Riley is putting the bit of wild flowers and grasses together, wrapping it in ribbon with a pin behind it.

Fear is grinning, "I have to admit, it does look really nice. Very professional. I think Carissa's gonna' love it!"

The finishing touches on the corsage. And the buzzing of the electric razor will come to a stop. Crystal will laugh, "You're so cute with her. Hand making a corsage for her out of wild flowers? Where'd you even get them?"

"The woods behind your house." She's carefully making sure the elastic band is set just right against the flowers.

Meanwhile, Crystal is dusting off Carissa's face and shoulders, "Doing any makeup?"

"Just a little mascara and very subtle eyeliner, charcoal smokey. But nothin' else. Not big on makeup anyway, so it won't be anything crazy."

"The suit is nice, very classy. Now what should me and John wear for the after prom?"

"Whatever you want, but something at least kinda' formal, since we'll all be dressed formal. I vote that hell bunny dress with the skulls on it. The colors in the dress match your Mohawk."

"You've gotta' stop with that corsage, it looks perfect and you've only got, like an hour before you gotta' get over to your pre prom."

"Shit- wheres Shannon with-"

And the short girl with the messy bun and thick rimmed glasses will chuckle, "Chill, I finished it for you." And she's handing off what was once a purely black bow tie, that is now graced with gold polka dots, "Fabric paint is dry, and it's ready to be worn. Had Riley send me a picture of her dress and it matches it to a T. Trust me."

"Sweet, thanks so much. This looks great, like I bought it this way."

But now there's another knock at the door, "Can I come in, monster?"

Carissa immediately rises from her seat, "Dad!" Right to his side for a hug, "I didn't know you were coming! I was just gonna' pop by your apartment on the way with mom!"

"Yeah, well, I figured this would be more convenient. You excited?"

"Pumped. I can't wait."

"Well..." He'll step inside his daughters room, shutting the door behind him, "I got you somethin'. But if your mother asks...you didn't get these from me." He hands her a gold gift bag with black tissue paper.

She'll rip it open, and to her shock, it's cigarettes. But they're not just any cigarettes, "Black Russians? Holy shit." Slim, black in color with gold cigarette butts. They are not cheap.

"Just a little pre graduation present. Figured you'd need some to calm your nerves before seeing Riley. She's probably gonna' knock your socks off." He nudges her playfully.

And she'll laughs, shoving back before they're placed beside her so she can put her black plugs in her ears, "Well, thanks, dad. But I sense an ulterior motive."

"You'd be right about that." And in a strange way, it actually is for a very good reason, "...I really want you to quit smoking, Carissa. You don't need a lecture about how bad that habit is. I quit ages ago, I know you can do it too. So if you agree to quit starting in...let's say September, you can have those for tonight, okay? But please quit for me and your mom. And your brother too."

She'll smile, reach over to hug him, "It's a deal. I was planning on quitting when I could anyway. I'll try my best, okay?"

"...Good to hear, honey. Now get yourself lookin' kick ass so I can get some pictures with you before you head out for your big night! I'll be downstairs with your mom and little brother."

A very deep breath. She double checks the laces of her black docs, runs her fingers from her chest and down to her stomach to smooth out any potential creases in her dress before she trudges down the steps to greet very excited parents standing side by side. She'll stand at the bottom of the stairs with an awkward grin. The dress that reaches just below her knees, hugging her waist perfectly. It's a-line and fans out just enough to give it a retro shape, but it's petticoat free and not too dramatic- just the right amount. Spaghetti straps show off toned shoulders. The gold polka dots shimmer subtly in the light. It's a perfect dress for Riley A black clutch held in hand with chains attached in straight lines along the front of it for decoration. The small box with Carissa's hand made boutonniere is placed on a side table, "...Aha...tada...?"

Her mother closes her hands over her mouth, embarrassed by her own tears that she cannot contain.

But she isn't the only one sporting glossy eyes. Her father will step forward, "...You look so grown up. Where's my little girl who punched Cruella DeVille in the stomach at Disney World when she was five?!"

Her mother will pull a tissue from her pocket to dab her eyes, "She looks so grown up because she is grown up-h. She's an adult and I just...Riley-h you look so beautiful-h."

But Riley doesn't want to cry, "Enough water works, get over here and hug me, I have a girl to impress!" She'll have her arms open wide for a group hug.

Both parents will laugh as they step towards her for the embrace. Her mother will kiss her forehead, "Let us take some pictures first! Then I'll get you over to Jordan's!" And she'll admit it, "...And I guess the docs do look good with that dress." Jill will let her daughter have it for tonight. No critiques, "Now stand by the couch! We need pictures!"

"I am, I am!"

"We look so incredible." Disgust is beyond impressed, "I mean, I'm talking bombshell gorgeous!"

"Yeah, wait until Carissa sees us." Anger can hardly wait, "She's going to lose her fucking mind."

Joy, though emotional, is all smiles, watching the main screen. Her mother allowing her daughter to blast her favorite music as loud as she wants while she sings along with it.

'I'D SPEND ALL NIGHT, LOSING SLEEP! I'D SPEND THE NIGHT AND I LOSE MY MIND! IF I SPEND THE NIGHT THEN I LOSE MY MIND!' 'Honey, is she singing about stalking a girl's life from her window?' 'Maybe- I HOPE I NEVER FIGURE OUT WHO BROKE YOUR HEART! BABY IF I DO!' Her mother will laugh 'You goofball!'

"I love Riley. And I'm so proud of her for still being here...for getting through all of this. I've missed this side of her."

"We all have, Joy." Fear grins, reaching for her hand, "We all have. And this is exactly what she deserves. To be carefree and happy. And she couldn't have done it without you."

She'll feel a heat upon her cheeks and she will squeeze his hand, "...Thank you, Fear."

The car comes to halt in front of that familiar house, well dressed teens strewn about the lawn. Flowy dresses and classy suits as far as the eye could see.

'Looks like Amanda isn't here yet- Jordan looks great! And oh my god, Casey's dress is so beautiful!'

'Look at Anthony! That looks like an Armani suit holy shit!'

"You ready, Riley?" Her mother is eyeing her, "Please make sure you and Carissa take photos...and you send them to me, okay? I want a picture of you two for the wall, okay?"

"I promise. We'll take tons of photos. And I'll get someone to take a picture of me and her together." She'll reach over and hug her mother tightly, "Thank you so much for everything today. I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Riley." The hug is of course returned! And when she draws back, the smile is bittersweet because, "You beat every hardship. So you let go tonight. You completely let go and have the time of your life." But now the face is stern, "...And I want to make this perfectly clear: I don't want to know anything about your after prom. Because I had an after prom. I know what goes on. Never tell me or your father."

She will crack up over that remark, "I promise to take it to the grave, mom."

"Now go! Text me and keep me posted! Have a good time!"

"I will!" The car door is opened, "Thanks!" And she steps out, shutting it behind her.

Jordan acknowledges her first, arms opened wide, "Ayyyy! Lesbian number one is here! Get over here, Andersen!"

She's all smiles, running right over to hug him, "How's it goin', Jewfro? You look great!"

"It's goin' great. Did you see Molly's dress? She looks so hot." But he'll digress, "You, however, look fucking fantastic. And I will say this because Carissa isn't here yet, but damn, I would hit it."

"And I will say damn, you wouldn't get it!" But the two of them are joking, just as they always do, "I'm gonna' tell her you said that.."

"Now you know that's not fair, she could destroy me and my spaghetti arms!"

"Shoulda' thought of that before!"

"Speak of the devil, looks like she's here."

'Oh god, I'm so nervous!'

'Let's just take a breath, don't turn around yet! Let's give her a minute.'

'Right, deep breaths.'

She'll turn right around and she is unable to say a single thing.

"Somebody got a haircut!" Jordan will exclaim, "Nice Mohawk, girl, it looks kick ass with your tux."

"Thanks, more of a faux-hawk since It's not gelled up and is a little more modern looking or whatever. Crystal did it for me a few hours ago, but I'm sorry I need to ignore you." Bluntly uttered as her eyes focus on Riley, and there is that lustful, lovesick gaze, "Riley, holy mother of fucking god." Those hands are pressed right to Riley's waist, "...Unlike the eighth grade dance, I'm not going to hold back."

Riley, who's been unable to say a word, parts her lips, "Please don't hold back, I'm not going to- you look so good and I just want you to know now that we are sneaking away from everybody to screw."

"Uh, yeah, I'm taking you right against the wall. From behind. And you are going to forget your fucking name when I'm finished with you."

'Fuck prom, let's just fuck her.'

Jordan, where would we be without you? He nods, laughs in a gross manor, "Giggity."

Carissa will punch his arm.

"Ow! Hey, come on, at my own house?!"

But she's laughing, "Yeah at your own house, buddy!" But she'll turn to Riley again, "But...in all seriousness, Riley, you look so beautiful. I mean it. You look so, so beautiful." And she will press a hand to her cheek.

Pink coated cheeks and a flustered grin to match, she'll giggle. A single hand, now, right against Carissa's neck, "So do you- you look so handsome, and like my classy little punk. I won't be able to keep my eyes off of you."

With each passing moment, more and more teens congregate onto Jordan's lawn, equating to the usual band of misfits. The friends group that will (god willing) be bonded for life. There's selfies being taken, laughs being shared. Teens gush to one another about how nicely everyone cleans up. They watch as Carissa carefully places Riley's handmade corsage upon her wrist. And they watch as Riley pins the hand made boutonniere onto the lapel of Carissa's suit, taking pictures to capture the moment. The sound of lightly creaking, slowed breaks are heard in the distance. Amanda carefully steps out of the vehicle in a pair of silver glitter heels and a long, flowy pale pink dress. It's strapless, the chest covered in iridescent rhinestones. Her hair is pulled back in a very formal looking ponytail, "Hi, everybody!"

"...Hey." Jordan speaks that greeting for everyone. They're on their toes.

She'll pause, "...Go easy okay, guys?" The smile on her face is comforting, it's the epitome of what home feels like as she steps aside.

Only moments later, he's carefully stepping out of the jeep. He's wearing a snapback that reads DOPE across the front. looking like a million bucks in a clean cut cut suit, a pink tie...and a pink sling on his right arm, "Ayyy, now the party really begins!"

It's enough for every teenager to scream with excitement and run to his side. Hugging him as carefully as they possibly can. Amanda steps back, hand over her mouth as she laughs, filming the scene before her and taking a million photos of it. Everyone has something to say.

"You're here!"

"Bro, you look great! I'm so glad you could make it!"

"How's your arm?!"

"Can you stay all night?!"

He'll laugh, shooing everyone back enough for him to have some space, "I'm glad to be here too, my arm's doing great! I have pain killers in case, but after prom is a thing, so I refuse to take them in favor of poor choices." That gets everyone laughing along with Carl and his honesty, "And I'm here all night! Got discharged this morning!"

Slowly but surely the crowd disperses in favor of parents dying to take photos and to enjoy each others company. But Riley remains plastered in front of him. She's sporting a relieved sort of look, the smallest grin with her hands behind her back, "...Tell me that arm sling is pink because you're the sweetest guy on the planet and wanted to match Amanda."

"...Kinda' hopin' to get some." He's not above making a crude joke.

But Riley's sense of humor is very open today, so of course that earns a chuckle, "Idiot."

"Ahaha, yeah, I did it to match her." He's stepping forward, "You look great, Riles. So...snapchat selfie?"

"Absolutely." Right by his side, offering the brightest smile she can.

Turns will be taken. First up, of course, is Riley. The pair will smile, big and bright. Followed by Jordan: The two of them proceed to make faces as if they're absolutely miserable. Then comes Carissa. Carl is flashing the camera the middle finger, while she's forming a V shape in front of her mouth with two fingers, tongue sticking out between them, followed by an actual selfie. He's smiling, and so is she- well, laughing, actually.

Riley steps away at this point, turning her gaze to Amanda.

'Oh god, she's giving us that lovesick look again!'

'We cannot graduate without getting closure on this situation. We need to make her tell us once and for all that she actually DID like us'

'And probably still does.'

'But not just yet I don't want the whole night to be weird!'

Lucky for Riley, no words will have to be spoken just yet. Because just in time and in all of it's glory, the limo is here. it's time for the well dressed group of friends to pile into it. It's time for the night to truly begin.

The music is blaring inside of that limo. It even has the emotions dancing through all of their excitement! Joy is ready to get crazy, "I can't wait to dance!" In fact, she already is where she's seated.

"Me neither!" agrees Disgust.

"I love how they're blasting Cookie Thumper by Die Antwoord in the limo." Anger is a sucker for their music, "This is perfect." And he watches with an impressed gaze at the fact that through a phone screen, Riley is uttering every word of Yolandi's rap with precision.

Disgust is swaying her hips in her seat, "This song is dope as shit and let's be real: it's perfect for this prom group! They're not exactly conventional." And she watches the group of kids packed into the limo, lip syncing every word and shouting the worst profanities in the world.

"Okay, but can we talk about the elephant in the room?" And Sadness wants it clarified now, "What do we do about the Amanda situation?"

Fear speaks first, tonight he seems to be very clear headed, "Honestly? Unless Amanda brings it up, we shouldn't talk about it."

"...But we're graduating this weekend." Sadness nervously twiddles her fingers, "We can't just drop this without closure."

"Of course not, but we also have a whole summer to talk about this. So, why bring it up tonight and make things weird if we don't need to? This is Riley's big night and you only get one prom. I think we should put it aside for tonight."

Joy will nod, "I agree. This is Riley's night- and everyone else's too. Let's all just take it for what it is, and let loose!"

Disgust by this point, is squealing in her seat, "Look at this place! Is this really the ballroom?! And the big doors- look at outside! It's so beautiful! Right on the water and the gazebo- I'm dying. No, I'm literally dying!"

All of the emotions are at the edge of their seats. The place is so grand. It's so big! The DJ in the corner is already starting to play music as teens rush around to pick tables and find their seats. Anger is pumped up more so than usual, "Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's put our bag down in front of our chair and get dancing!"

Her clutch purse is dropped right down in front of her seat and immediately she's grabbing Carissa's hand, "Be a basic bitch with me, I love this song!"

Carissa can only crack up at that statement, allowing her hand to be tugged, "You don't have to convince me to dance, baby! Yo- Carl- get your girl, let's go!"

"We're right behind you!"

Riley is electrified right now, spinning around the dance floor in front of her girlfriend who will happily grab hold of her waist. Their hips connect with one another, where they will sway together, completely in sync. Toothy grins and both girls are shamelessly lip syncing along with the lyrics they know by heart.

Carl is grabbing hold of both of Amanda's hands and the pair will twirl around, laughing alongside their best friends. And slowly but surely, the rest of the senior class is joining them on the dance floor. Body heat increasing under the hot club style lights flashing around the room. Even teachers are joining, nursing drinks from the sidelines. Everyone is letting go completely.

'I never, ever, in a million years imagined Riley being eighteen years old.'

"Guys, wait for me!" Jordan slides right in the middle of the group dancing along side everyone. And together they're all hysterical, watching his awkward dance moves. Riley raising her arms in the air and clapping them together loudly exclaims, "GET SOME, JORD!"

'Not even that, but I NEVER pictured her dating a girl...and being so okay with it. At one time, this girl I see enjoying a good time with so much confidence, hid her true self from the world. It had been heartbreaking to watch. This girl has been through unimaginable things. Yet she's still here. Still smiling.'

"Guys!" Carl is waving everybody over, "Snapchat video! Get in on this!" And his favorite people congregate into the camera, dancing together like a bunch of fools, proud of their mediocre moves and awfully out of tune singing.

'The only thing I'm certain of now? Is that Riley can accomplish ANYTHING. She's been through fucking hell and she's STILL here. And I'm so proud of her. She's only going to go up from here. Never lose faith in life. There's so much you'll miss out on otherwise. So don't give up. Not ever.'

Carissa by this point, is actually lifting Riley off of her feet and spinning her wildly. It's enough for Riley's hands to cover her face with a jubilant sounding scream, where she'll laugh at the same time, "How are you lifting me?! You're so strong!"

"You weigh, like, nothing! Besides, you look cutest in my arms like this!"

"Put me down't I wanna' keep dancing!"

"We are dancing!" And it'll be one more playful spin before she's bringing her love back down to her feet again.

'Otherwise? You will never be able to experience such wonderful moments like this. The kind of moments that sweep you off your feet and make you feel unstoppable.'

The gap is sealed between the pair in a soft, quick kiss. They draw away only to grin at one another, foreheads pressed together. And their all too supportive friends will whistle at the couple, clapping like a bunch of corny little dorks, ecstatic in this moment.

Eventually the couple will stroll on outside to enjoy the sea air. Carissa leads Riley to the gazebo, apparently it's the place that has become the designated smoking spot for the evening. Because any senior with a need for a nicotine fix is being found there, lighting up together. And though Riley doesn't partake, she'll stand near the area with Carissa, who strangely offers one of her cigarettes up to Carl. He shrugs, "I usually only smoke except after great sex, but these are fancy." Unlike Carissa, he isn't addicted to cigarettes. But tonight? Well, it's a special occasion.

'Oh boy. I think we're about to deal with that elephant in the room.'

'What do you mean, Sadness?'

Slowly, Amanda is approaching. The look on her face says it all, "Hey, Riley. Can I talk to you?"

She'll take a breath, "Yeah, of course! What's up?"

But immediately she'll avert her eyes to Carl and Carissa, "...In private?"

And so Riley looks to her two friends. But she knows damn well this needs to be dealt with, "...Sure, why don't we go over there by the dock?"

"Yeah, sure, lead the way."

The two that are being left behind watch as they inhale smoke, there's a sudden tension. Carl is the first the break the silence, "...I think Amanda's gonna' tell her."

"...Call me a shitty person, but...wanna' sneak over and eavesdrop?"

"Absolutely, let's go."

The music can still be heard from inside, and Riley is unsure of what to do. Lucky for her, Amanda starts the conversation almost immediately. However, her eyes are...sad. They're glossy with tears, and she'll take a shaken breath, "Y-You look so beautiful-h."

And so Riley will smile, "Thank you...you know, you do too. But don't cry, this isn't goodbye and you know that-"

"...I know you know."

"...What?"

Amanda sucks in a breath, she's trying so hard not to ruin her makeup, "...I-I know you know. You were right the first time you asked me. But...it's a little more complicated than that."

"...How so?" It would be an understatement to say that she's a nervous wreck over this.

'Please don't say the L word, I will FREAK out!'

"I-I just- I think-" A hand will gently fan her face, "I'm-h...I'm kind of in love with you-h?"

'God dammit!'

"A-Amanda." What can she even say after that?!

"You don't have to say anything-h."

That best friend ESP theory takes on a whole new meaning now. It must be true.

"I-I just didn't want to graduate without telling you-h." But she's smiling now, even if it's a bittersweet smile, "But I just want you to know-h...that I will get over this-h. And that you're still my best friend-h. And that...I'm...so happy for you and Carissa and I really do wish you both the best."

"You were the first friend I made when I moved here and I always want to be your best friend, Amanda. Always. So I'm really glad that you're going to be okay and...that you still want to be friends. I would hate to lose you."

"Me too, Riley-h!" But now it'll be a game changer, "But it's why I have to do something crazy right now-h. And I'm not trying to cause conflict, so if you're caught, or she sees or- or anything. I will tell her it was all me, and that you kind of didn't have a say and that it's all on me. I just need to do it so I can have closure and I can move on-h."

"What are you tal-" But as quickly as she speaks, Amanda has stepped closer, and her lips are pressed to Riley's. She's quick to raise her arms up in front of her chest, she wants it perfectly clear that she is not kissing back...even if, out of pity, she returns it just a little bit right before Amanda will pull away.

"...Thank you." She'll laugh through her tears, "A-and on that note?" She'll take a step back, "...It's time to move on...and let you be happy with her-h." So quickly she'll walk away without a word, trotting back inside. Only shortly after, Carissa is approaching, hands in her pants pockets. Her face isn't readable.

There's another internal panic, "I-I swear to god she kissed me- I didn't kiss her- I just didn't-"

She raises a single hand, "This is familiar, isn't it?" Paying homage to how their breakup even came to be. Oddly enough, Carissa flashes a half smile and a chuckle, "...Honestly? I think it was really sweet of you not to shove her away. It was very obvious you didn't return the kiss. I'm not mad. She needed closure on that whole thing. I'm glad you let her have it."

But this changes Riley completely. While she's relieved, she'll step forward to smack Carissa's chest, "You fuckin' knew, didn't you?!"

And, oh, Carissa is cackling, "You bet your ass I knew! Carl spilled the beans."

"I can't fucking stand you two! You're both assholes!"

"And you love me anyway, baby!" An arm will wrap around Riley's waist as they walk back inside, "You owe me a slow dance."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I can do that."

'But even during amazing moments like these, sometimes I still wonder...are there even better adventures in Riley's future?'

R.

The door is shut. He's clad in a pair of dress pants and a button down shirt. But those gutter punk hands are ruthless upon seeing him. Carissa will shove Carl right against the wall, "Whatarey'doing?!" In a fit of anxiety, her suspenders feel so tight against that white button down with rolled up sleeves and that black bow tie, "You're over an hour late! On the most important fucking day of my life!"

"Chill, they can't start without the groom." He'll argue.

"Well, where the hell have you been?!"

"Dude, you wouldn't believe it- I just fucking met Criss Angel, check this out!" Carl proceeds to whip out his phone, flipping through his photos, "He signed my ass, look at this-"

She will promptly smack the phone right out of his hand, "You're ridiculous!" What a stressful sounding sigh, "And I sent you off to get me a shot, where's my shot?"

"I kind of drank it with...Criss."

She'll finally step back,running her fingers through her short, messy hair.

"Your docs are untied."

"Shut up!"

But, oh, to her relief. There's a knock on the door, "Knock, knock! It's your mom! Can I come in?" She's opening the door with a grin, "I figured Carl would get distracted." She's holding two shots in hand.

"What are they?" She's quickly approaching her mother.

"Spiced rum with just a little bit of vodka."

Relentless, she takes both shots, downing both of them. Nose crinkling at the taste.

"You know, one of those was for me, honey." She'll chuckle, "Don't be so nervous, everything's going to be fine. Just relax."

"What if she backs out?"

"What makes you think she would back out?" Her mother is already taking a seat on the couch in the corner of the hotel room.

"Because next week the band is gonna' be on tour for four months. And I have to bail, like, almost right after the ceremony for sound check for the kick off show tonight."

"Which she's going to because she wants to be there for your big night." She'll laugh, "Honey, if the paparazzi hasn't scared her and the mean tweets from fans who are in love with you haven't scared her away, I think you're gonna' be just fine."

Carl will step forward, offering some genuine comfort this time, "I agree. You're being ridiculous. She's head over heels for you and you fucking know it. Nobody and nothing will make her back out of this."

She'll sigh, finally taking a seat as opposed to pacing, "You're right. I know you guys are right. I just need to calm down."

"And think of it this way." Her mother begins, "She's probably sitting in Carl's hotel room just as nervous as you are. Which is pretty normal for a day like this."

Clad in a black silk robe and nothing else, she's a wreck in front of the bathroom mirror, "Be honest, do I still look hung over? Or do I need more makeup?"

That short blonde figure is folding her arms, standing right behind Riley with a smile, "You haven't thrown up in hours, you took aspirin, and you showered. I promise you don't look hung over."

"What even happened last night?" She's running a straightener through her hair. It's still short, not nearly as short as Carissa's, but the same pixie cut she's been sporting since late high school.

"From what I remember, there was a point Carissa was holding my hair back while I vomited in the bathtub of my room- and your dad won six grand at the casino. But let's be honest, sweetie, none of us really remember." But enough stalling, "Now put on your dress! I've been dying to see it ever since you told me you got it!"

"Okay, Okay!" She's closing the curtain in front of the bathroom mirror, "Now remember, tonight is the first show of Carissa's tour, which I'm going to. It's at The Luxor theater. But after that, they have a week off and me and her are staying here for our honeymoon, so we may go MIA for a bit. But I'll be back in San Fran next month. I'm going back to New York because I'm doing a photography gig for a concert in Manhattan and for WWE's Monday Night Raw too."

"As long as you're coming back! You need to help me get a nice apartment, don't forget!" She's currently changing herself into a simple, but formal dress, "So where'd you get this dress again?"

"I met this girl from Beacon in upstate New York, she went to the show Carissa's band played in New Paltz a couple months back. She was also taking photographs of the band like I was. For her, photography is a side thing because she owns a small shop in town and makes kick ass clothing out of lace table cloths, curtains and fabrics. So I requested a very simple, boho wedding gown. It's made of vintage curtains. And I told her I wanted the bottom to look sort of tattered. She did an A plus job."

"Well hurry up and change, I want to see it!"

The curtain is drawn back "Help me tie it?" It's spaghetti straps and reaches below her knees. The bottom of the dress is tattered of varying lengths and it's a mixture of off whites and ivories. Around the waist is a thick lace sash,.

Which Amanda is currently tying into a droopy bow, "Riley this dress is so you. I love it! Carissa's going to flip over it." But she'll sigh, "It's a shame Jordan couldn't get to Vegas for the big day. I know he's in LA, so I was secretly hoping."

"I know, but it's because he has a show tonight too!" Which reminds her, "Oh, pull up the video! He uploaded a clip from his comedy show last night onto facebook! He tagged me and Carissa in it." And Riley huddles close to Amanda, waiting for the video to load as she slips into those old black docs that to this day, she is still wearing. Worn to prom, and to be worn with her wedding dress.

It starts with the sound of hysterical laughter dying down from a sold out audience, and the curly haired, skinny twenty six year old is pacing around the stage, "No, but you think I'm kidding! You think it's a joke, but it isn't! Like I remember once I was datin' this girl, uh, back in high school. Her name was Jensen. And, you know, she introduced me to her parents." A pause. A fairly long pause, "...That's the joke." And the crowd, once again, is absolutely hysterical.

Riley looks to Amanda and their jaws drop. It's been years since they heard about Jensen! But it's good to know after that awful relationship the two had back in high school, he's learned to laugh about it. To grow from it.

"I mean who- who in their right mind would do that?!" And even Jordan is chuckling, "It got- ...It got to the point- where her father is standing there looking prepared to greet me and I just shrugged and said to em' 'I have no idea what to do, I don't usually make it this far with girls.'" It flashes to the audience, they're almost in tears, "I just want to take a minute, by the way, to congratulate two of my friends Carissa and Riley...this time tomorrow, they'll be married." There's an applause this time

Amanda will playfully slap Riley's arm, "He's talking about you!"

"Oh my god, I wish he was here!" But she's honored to have a shout out from her long time friend during his comedy show.

"And y'know, they've been dating since middle school. And I remember one time I asked Riley when we were...I wanna say seventeen? I said 'what's your secret? You gotta' tell me how you two are so crazy in love and happy!' And she looked right at me and she said 'Smoke a lot of weed'." Once again, it's nothing but laughter.

"Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ!" Riley is cackling where she stands now! She and Jordan were both guilty of smoking it almost every day at one point.

"And it should have occurred to me considering she was straight up hitting the bong while I asked her-"

And she's only beginning to laugh harder along with Amanda, "He's gonna' make me mess up my makeup!"

"Like, she answered, and smoke came out of every crevice of this girl's body." Jordan grins, "I'm not even kidding. There was so much smoke, that I swear to god I heard the voice of Robin Williams from Aladdin! TEN THOUSAND YEARS'LL GIVE YA' SUCH A CRICK IN THE NECK! WE'VE GOT SOME WISHES TO GRANT!" A pause before he will turn dramatically to the audience, "...And they're pretty damn dank!"

She's fanning her eyes, silent hysterics at this point, "I need to fix my makeup. Holy shit. I knew he was gonna' go places with his sense of humor."

"I know, right?! Oh- your mom just texted...the uber is here."

It's time.

The knots in her stomach are unbearable. She's never been more terrified of anything in her life. Those double doors are going to open any minute. It'll be her call. It's a small affair. Riley knows her parents are in there, as are Carissa's- along with her little brother (who's currently twenty years old! It still shocks her!). Carissa's band mates are there...as are Carl and Amanda. She's pacing, taking deep breaths.

"Sweet heart!" And sneaking in between those doors is Amanda, holding a fairly small bouquet of peach carnations tied with a single silk ribbon, "Your mom and I managed to snag these. Say whatever you want...you need a bouquet. It's tradition." She's smiling big and bright.

But that grin is returned with the same intensity and she will sigh, "I can't believe this is happening."

Amanda will shake her head, "Me neither. And in the same docs your wore to prom."

"Carissa too."

But another voice will cut off the chatter, "Psst! Monkey, am I giving you away, or what?" Her father winks, stepping aside to allow Amanda to return to the small ceremony room.

Riley remains still only for a moment before she's throwing herself into her fathers arms, "Just promise me I always have some place to come home and visit." Truth be told, "I'm gonna' miss you and mom so much."

He'll chuckle lightly, "You've been living on your own for two years back in California...just because you're married doesn't mean suddenly you're not welcome anymore. You're our daughter and we will always have a place for you. Any time, any day. And we're so proud of you."

She'll finally pull back and take one final deep breath, "Okay...open the doors. I'm ready to seal the deal."

He steps away, latching onto the door handle, he'll extend his arm, directing his daughter forward. He is officially giving her away. The congregation may be small. But Riley and Carissa wouldn't have it any way. She walks down that tiny aisle between the chairs. Her eyes are fixated on her fiance. God, she looks so perfect. Just like the first day they ever met.

'You make a habit of not paying attention in class, little miss?' 'G-guess I'm just tired after the break h-heh. You know?'

Carissa's face says it all. She has to close her hands over her face, briefly pausing before she's finally looking at Riley again who stands before her, "Well, damn." It's a breathy tone of voice, "You always knock the fucking wind out of me, Riley."

"I'm pretty sure you know damn well you make me weak in the knees even now." She'll giggle, "...I'm feeling so light-headed, you look way too good."

Carissa is gifted in this sense. She loves to fluster Riley, but she's proud to call herself her fiance and soon to be wife. And tonight at the very first concert of the Aries On Fire North American Tour, she'll be honored to announce the good news. It'll be when Crystal points out the obvious- how the audience is probably wondering why Carissa is dressed so dapper. That's when the gutter punk will stand up from behind her drum set- drumsticks in hand and she will scream in an ecstatic tone of voice I GOT FUCKIN' MARRIED! And the crowd will go absolutely insane over that announcement.

Carissa is nodding, but two boxes are pulled out of her pocket. The rings customized for one another, by each other, "So...let's make it official for real, yeah?"

There isn't a single moment where the voice will hesitate, it's a confident tone, "Yeah."

'The ceremony was so beautiful. In every way possible. Tears are shed, pictures are taken- and my god, the kiss! It was filled with so much love, so much passion. Riley's grown up now. She's successful and managed to get through every single dark path in her entire life. It's funny, in a way. Me, Disgust, Fear, Anger, and Sadness used to worry so much about her. If she would make it this far. Would she be okay? Would she continue to be strong? Will she continue on in the right direction? Or will she spiral back down? And now we watch this scene before us with glossy eyes, as we exchange glances at one another holding hands. We squeeze those hands so tightly. We watch photos being taken, we watch them scream with excitement over the fact that it's official now. Standing right before us now, taking a dorky just married photo in a full length mirror? Is Mrs. and Mrs. Carissa Smith. Riley Andersen is long gone, but she's being born again. Right before our eyes. A twenty six year old girl with nothing but a world at her feet. A loving family and friends. And we're so fucking proud of her. Congratulations Riley...and Carissa. We love you both so much. Here's to many more years of laughter, excitement, tears...experiences that will surely be unforgettable. And thanks for taking care of our girl, Carissa. We couldn't have done it without you. From Riley's pure heart of Joy...I cannot possibly thank you enough. Take care of her, Carissa. We have so many more adventures ahead. With you.'