Disclaimer: Must I really repeat myself?
A/n: Wow, I just realized that it takes me several hours just to write what one person can write in half and hour… Then another thing I thought that was funny is that I have seven reviews for every chapter except chapter five. Haha. Any whoo… Here's chappie number six! Respect the rating for later on in the chapter! Some "jokes" in it.
Why Did Destiny Choose This?
Chapter 6
Then take away my sorrow,
Lily danced not so far away, watching to see if something happened she'd be there to help me get through it. Her "date" was one of Becca's older brothers, who asked her last minute because he couldn't find a date on his own. Of course I didn't have a date simply because I didn't want one. She tried smiling, but only her troubled expression showed. Constantly she would glance over to Oliver and me to see if things were alright. Oliver was acting slightly side tracked, as if something was in the back of his mind that prevented him from completely letting go and having the time of his life. I pulled Oliver aside to the outskirts of the crowd.
"Oliver, is something wrong?" I asked. My eyes were inspecting his face for any cause of his awkwardness. He shook his head.
"No, of course not. Why?" There was something in his eyes that said there was. Something was nipping at him, and it wouldn't go away. I shifted my weight from one leg, to the other.
"Oliver, are you sure?" I inquired trying to avoid answering his question. He paused for a moment as if thinking something.
"No not at all Miles. Does something seem like it's wrong?" I shook my head, not completely believing his answer.
"I was just wondering." He smiled, and took my hand in his. I looked at where our hands were clasped.
"Well stop wondering, and dance." He pulled me towards our original spot on the dance floor. I snapped my focus back up, and had no other choice, but to follow him. He let go once we got to the location, and continued to dance. I myself couldn't fully let go, knowing that he was keeping something from me. I felt uncomfortable just going along like nothing was wrong. Inside I knew that he was being pestered. Pestered by a little tiny problem. A tiny problem that would borough into his mind and make even the calmest, most mellow person go insane. It was now becoming a pestering problem that punctuated into my head, and pulsed into a populous, problematic, puzzle. It caused him as well as me to feel out of place. His smile seemed bright as usual, but something was different about it. As if something had changed his mood from being utterly thrilled and gleeful, to a lower level. Becca moved closer to Oliver.
"Miley, can I steal Ollie for a second?" She said in her perky voice. I winced at the name "Ollie." I tried to hide it, and after a few short seconds, I nodded.
"Of course. He's all yours for the taking!" I tried to sound as mirthful as she did, but my attempt proved to be futile. She smiled, and took his hand, and led him to where she previously was. She leaned over, and whispered something in his ear, which caused his small internal issue to subside. His smile once again regained its natural blazing form. He kissed her, and a flash erupted from a nearby camera man. There were cheers and 'whoots' for Oliver, and several 'awws' for Becca. I flashed a fake smile, and turned around trying to get my mind off of the image that was painful to look at. Lily came over and tried to shout over the deafening music and roar of people as Oliver and Becca attempted to get another perfect wedding picture.
"Miley, are you okay?" She yelled. Several people around us turned their heads from the newly wedded couple, and looked at us with investigative eyes. They were most likely wondering why in the world why we weren't swooning over every little itsy bitsy adorable couple thing that Oliver and Becca did. Lily shot all of them with a dirty look, making them turn back around to the adorable pair. I slightly chuckled. I nodded.
"Yeah Lily, I am." I answered. She nodded, and continued to look over the heads of people to see what other clichéd picture the pair was trying to pull off as cute wedding photo. I didn't care to see. I slowly walked to the buffet table in the back of the room, and leaned against it. There was a large plasma screen in the front of the room that showed Oliver and Becca's pictures that were taken prior to the wedding. Perhaps earlier that day. There was a picture of Oliver holding Becca around her waist. His smile was larger than I have ever seen. He really loves her. I smiled. Knowing that he had found the one girl that truly made him happy, made me feel overjoyed. The fact that it wasn't me didn't matter anymore. I was just glad for him. Glad that he found her. I continued to look at the pictures that appeared on the screen with a growing grin. Tears of contentment were about to fall from my eyes, but I held them back. I wouldn't cry. No matter what. I had to keep the promise I had to myself. The pictures stopped and a small clip of Becca and Oliver running around the beach showed. It ended with a picture of them sitting on a few large rocks, overlooking a sunset. They both leaned in at the same time and it ended with a fade to darkness, and their names showing up and their wedding date underneath. Just then it hit me. That was from my song. It wasn't obvious, but there it was. My smile grew even wider if possible. The crowd around the couple had disintegrated, and people began sitting back down at their tabled. Oliver's head popped out from the crowd that was still left. He looked around, and when his eyes set on me, he ran over.
"So did you like the clip?" He asked gesturing towards the TV. I nodded.
"Loved it." I said struggling not to say 'him' instead of the word 'it.'
He smiled causing lines to appear around his eyes like crow's feet. It was amazing how much older he looked. Not like the growing old and grey kind, but the maturing kind of older. I couldn't help but to pull him into a long embracing hug. Slowly, tears fell from my eyes, and I did nothing to stop them. Technically I wasn't crying over him, just simply because I was happy for him. I sniffled, and let go. He saw that I was sobbing again, and the concerned appearance spread over his face.
"Don't worry Oliver. Nothing's wrong." He continued his smile with an unsure thought lingering in his eyes.
"Really. I'm just really happy for you." His insecure expression changed to a full on smile. He leaned his forehead against mine, and gently wiped my tears away with his thumbs. We were so close, so unbearably close, that I had to pull away only a few seconds after. The tears stopped.
"If this is you during your wedding, then imagine how it's gona be during yours." He chuckled. I lightly shoved him on the shoulder. He stopped and pouted. Not the pout! I gave in.
"Sorry." I hugged him again and let go quickly. He took my hand again, and pulled me closer to the front of the room.
"What time is it?" I asked into his ear. He looked around for a clock of some sort. His attention was fixed to something directly above my head. He squinted.
"It's around ten." He announced. Wow, the wedding reception started at six. It feels as though so much has happened over the course of four hours. I nodded.
"Why?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No reason." There was only two more hours left of this night. I have to make the best of it.
"Come on; let's get back onto the dance floor!" He shouted over the roaring crowd as a heavily upbeat song started sounding through the speakers. He led me to the center of the dance floor where Becca and Lily were. We started dancing like mad. As song after song played, my heart sank. Knowing that time was ticking for be to be with Oliver was almost unendurable. I turned from Oliver to Becca to Lily with every step. I held my hands high above my head and wore the biggest smile I had ever shown. Every once and a while, Oliver would turn to Becca, and give her a quick hug and kiss. To my surprise, it didn't bother me as much as it did before. I even let out an 'aww' once. I saw Oliver and Becca both blush went I did. Lily laughed.
"Embarrassing them is fun!" Lily talked into my ear. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Hey!" Oliver yelled.
"I heard that!" He screamed. I burst into laughter. I quickly glanced at the clock Oliver was looking at before. It was eleven. I started dancing faster and I tried to make my facial expression happier. There was only one hour left of this day. For a few moments it felt as though everything was moving in slow motion. I quickly took a mental picture so that, that those few seconds could be remembered forever. I never wanted this night to end, but just like any other wonderful moment, it had to end sooner or later.
"You're going a little crazy there Miles." Lily grasped my arm to calm me down. I panted for air, and my smile persisted.
"Thanks Lily." I said and started dancing again, but with control. A maybe fifteen minutes later, the announcer came through the speakers with a heavy beat in the background.
"Okay people, there are only thirty minutes left, so if you haven't got your groove on, the I suggest you get it on now before it's too late! In a few minutes or so, we'll have the groom and his two best friends share a dance, and the bride with her oldest brother; afterwards, look out for Becca and Oliver's last dance of their wedding!" I glanced at Oliver who had a large smile plastered on his face.
"You didn't tell us about that." I said. Lily looked over.
"Tell us what?" She asked.
"The whole last dance thing." I informed her. She furrowed her eyebrows.
"He didn't. Did you?" She turned to Oliver. He wore a smirk across his face.
"Nope I didn't. Surprise!" He yelled. Both Lily and I dropped our jaws. We would have to share a slow dance, with all eyes on us. It was both sweet and mischievous at the same time. I slightly smiled, and continued dancing to another song that boomed over the speakers. Before I knew it the announcer came over the speakers again.
"Okay folks, now can we have everyone clear the dance floor except Oliver, Miley, Lily, Becca, and Antonio. This is for you guys to remember this wonderful night. Here we go!" A slow song started. Oliver took my left hand in his right and Lily's right hand in his left. Lily and I both didn't know what else to do, so we each put our free hands on his shoulder that was. A small bit of laughter came from the people that were seated. Becca giggled, and her brother Antonio glanced over his shoulder to see that the fuss was about. It was altogether confusing and an utter mess. Lily finally gave in, and stepped back.
"I'll get him for the second half of the song." She said. I smiled. I returned my attention back to Oliver. He smiled, and looked down. He had grown taller over the years, and was about four inched taller than me. We slow danced, and once again I never wanted it to end. I tried to remember everything from how his face looked, to how the surroundings of the room looked, to the small bits of conversation that filled the room. A minute later, Lily tapped my on the shoulder.
"My turn." She announced. I slowly let go of Oliver's soft hand, and stepped onto the back of the room. I watched as Becca's brother whispered some wise words of advice into her ear. Fits of laughter came from Lily and Oliver. I smiled. This was the absolute, most wonderful wedding picture ever the only thing that it needed, was a silver frame to put it in. As the song slow faded away, there were claps from people that were seated.
"Oh, how beautiful." The DJ announced. "Now it's time for Becca and Oliver to share the last dance of their wedding night, everyone else get off the dance floor." Laughs and giggles came from the audience. Becca stepped closer to Oliver, and he did the same. She took his hand, and placed the other on his shoulder. He held her hand tightly, and put his hand on her waist. A slow song came from the speakers, and they dance gracefully as if they had been practicing for over months' which they probably had knowing Oliver. There was an erupting of cries from a nearby table which I guessed was Mrs. Weller.
"Oh look at my baby girl all grown up!" She screamed. The man next to her tired desperately to calm her down. She screamed louder. In her hand were bunches of tissues crumpled up into one large ball. I chuckled.
"Calm down honey. People are staring!" Mr. Weller said.
"I don't care! That's my baby! She's so beautiful just look at her!" She yelled. I burst into laughter, and doubled over.
"She's my baby too, but you have to calm down dear!" Mr. Weller exclaimed. I was practically rolling on the floor. By the time the song had ended and there were claps from people who weren't laughing on the floor, Becca had stormed over to her mother and started yelling at her.
"Mom how could you!? You're ruining everything, everything!" She threw her hands up in the air for a dramatic effect. Oliver had ran over to try and calm down the commotion. He grasped Becca's shoulders, and spoke to Mrs. Weller.
"It's okay Mrs. Weller; I'll take good care of her. Don't panic, I promise, she's going to be fine." Lily came over to me and tried to calm me down.
"Miley snap out of it!" She said in between chuckles.
"I wouldn't be talking, you're laughing too!" I pointed out. She gave in and laughed almost as hard as I did. After what seemed like hours, we stopped, and gasped for air. By then, Mrs. Weller was sitting coolly with her evident poise. Oliver had sat Becca down, and showered her with little pecks on her cheeks to make her tranquil.
"Okay people that was it! The night is over! Give it up one last time for Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Oken!" There were howls and shuts screaming from the crowd. Lily and I clapped furiously for Oliver and Becca. People soon started to exit the hall. I saw my dad looking around confused. Oops. I forgot to tell him I was still there. I ran over.
"Hey daddy, sorry I totally forgot to--" He cut me off.
"It's alright baby girl. All I want to know is if you're alright." I nodded and smiled.
"Better than ever." I hugged him.
"Okay bud, you're staying at Lily's tonight right?" He asked. That was our original plan. I was supposed to stay with Lily for the night. He didn't know about me moving yet. I nodded.
"Yea." I answered.
"Okay bud. Call me when you wake up." I nodded, and he kissed me on the top of my head despite the fact that I was all sweaty and gross.
"Love you daddy." I said.
"Love you too bud." He let go, and I walked over to Oliver who was sitting next to Becca talking about things such as when they should bill the hotel. I walked over. Lily was standing next to them.
"So how does it feel to be married for over eleven hours?" I asked. Oliver looked away from Becca.
"Feels like being married." I scowled at him. Becca chuckled.
"Like something indescribable." She answered and I smiled.
"See, she at least tried to explain." I said gesturing towards Becca. She smiled.
"So what are you guys going now? Don't you have a flight to catch at like ten tomorrow?" I asked. Becca nodded.
"Venice, Italy how original for a honeymoon." Lily implied. I nodded in agreement.
"Hey, you guys need to be outta here!" said a chunky man from the entrance of the hall. Oliver got up from his seat, and offered Becca a hand to help her up. She took it, and he pulled her into a deep kiss. For some reason the jealousy and pain came back. I tried not to seem uncomfortable.
"Oh how sweet." I said. Oliver pulled away from Becca.
"You really know how to ruin a good moment don't you?" I nodded with a grin on my face.
"Oh Ollie," Becca started. "She's not ruining anything." I smiled.
"Thank you." I looked towards her. Before the four of us headed out the door I quickly ran over to my table to retrieve my shoes, and clutch. Lily, Oliver and Becca waited for me by the door. I scurried back over. Smiles and giggles came from the three. I pouted and then laughed. As we closed the door, I took one last peek at the hall. So many memories would be remembered here. I sighed before finally closing the door. Becca had her hands entwined Oliver's. When we reached the elevators Lily and I stopped.
"We should probably stop here. You two love bird can start part two of your happily wedded night." Lily kidded. Becca and I laughed. Oliver shot her a dirty look. I stopped laughing, and hugged Oliver. He let go of Becca's hand, and held me back. I shut my eyes tightly trying to remember how this felt. It would probably be the very last time I would ever hold Oliver again.
"I'll miss you." I whispered into his ear.
"It's only going to be two weeks Miles." He whispered back.
"But it'll feel like forever." I answered. He nodded. When he finally let go, I gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
"What was that for?" He asked holding his face like he had just been smacked across the face.
"Congratulations." I said. He smiled, returned the favor.
"Thank you, for everything." He finally whispered. I nodded and bit my lip. I stepped away. Lily and Becca were ranting on about how Venice was going to be so much fun.
"Okay, we'll leave you two to your business." Lily winked at Oliver. Lily looped her arm through mine and we walked towards the front door of the hotel. I heavily bit the bottom of my lip. The pain I felt on my lip was a distraction of how much I hurt on the inside. My thoughts kept flashing back to the quick peck from Oliver. Sure he probably thought of it as a friendly goodbye for a few weeks, but to be it was a goodbye forever…
A/n: Okay so now you people know why I said to respect the rating! Now that, that's over, this chapter was a lot of fun to write. I personally felt kind of sad at the end though. Yes… –Tear, tear- Well read and review, because I want to know what you think! Until then!