-Marco-

Weird. I was going to my wedding rehearsal. Mine and Rachel's. It wasn't real, I knew, but it sure seemed like it. It had to, I guess. The rehearsal part wasn't televised, but we had to practice anyway. So there we were, practicing.

The pastor told us where to stand and what to do. He went through the ceremony and what he would say, what we would say, etc. When he said "And then you kiss," Rachel went completely pale. Her smile never wavered, but I could see it in her eyes – she hadn't thought about that part of the ceremony before just now. I hadn't really thought about it either, but it was too late to back out now.

I grinned at her. She was totally going to flip out at me and I was going to tease her to no end. This was going to be fun! We got done and met up back in the limo. She sat about as far from me as she could, almost looking like she was going to explode.

"You'd thought of this all along, hadn't you?" She managed to get out, glaring at me.

"No!" I said innocently, "I honestly hadn't thought about it until today. But it's really too late to back out now, isn't it!" I grinned. She recoiled. Oops, I'd made it worse.

"So, do you think we should practice?" I slyly suggested leaning toward her. "I mean, it's going to be on TV, so we should probably make it look real..."

She grabbed one of my hands and started bending my fingers backwards. "Ow. Ow. Ow. C'mon, stop it." I snatched my hand away and scooted away from her. I'd leave her alone for a while. Maybe she'd cool down.

We got to the hotel and went to our separate rooms. Cassie went over to Rachel's room a couple minutes later. She went inside, obviously knowing something was wrong. Good ole Cassie. She could calm Rachel down. Maybe.

-Rachel-

I didn't think Marco would have set this whole thing up just so he could pretend to marry me. I didn't think he would do that. What was I going to do? I was going to have to kiss him. On the lips. In front of a whole bunch of people. After I'd vowed never to . . . love again. Kissing and love are not the same, so I'd just have to act. I'd never been a good actress . . . There was a knock at the door. I peeked through the hole. It was Cassie. I let her in.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yup, I'm fine. Couldn't be better!" I said as sarcastically as possible. "I just have to kiss Marco tomorrow, that's all. No biggie."

I put a big fake grin on my face, got up and started pacing through the room, ranting about how much I didn't want to kiss him, but I had to anyway, for a mission. An important one, but still. "What am I going to do?" I paced some more. Then I had an idea, at least how to start a real conversation with Marco about this extremely uncomfortable topic.

"Do you happen to have a pig morph?" I asked

Cassie gave me the weirdest look. "No, why?"

"Can you get one?" I asked "Cuz I need you to morph a flying pig." She'd morphed a whale with wings before, so why not a pig? She still looked confused, so I explained why I needed it. Iskoort homeworld. Jake kissed her for the first time. Marco had asked if I'd kiss him and I'd told him in not so many words "when pigs fly."

"Lets go!" she said.

We morphed owls and flew out the window to find a nearby farm with pigs. She quickly acquired one and we headed back. She practiced morphing the winged pig and after a few tries, she had it down. Then she tried flying. It didn't work so well. She demorphed and tried to get her bones to remain thin like the bird's while she morphed the pig. It seemed to work and she was able to make a short flight around the room. Great.

"Now lets go see Marco." I said. She, in her winged pig morph, followed me. I knocked on the door. "Marco!"

He opened the door. "What?" he said. Then he looked down and Cassie snorted. He jumped about a mile.

Cassie flew down the hall and back while Marco gaped at her. She landed and I looked at her.

"Thanks Cassie." I said and walked into Marco's room while Cassie demorphed and joined Jake in theirs. I sat down at the desk that was in there and looked at him.

He looked at me and said "Well, I guess now that pigs fly, you can kiss me, right?" He laughed and tried to put his arms around me. I backed away. "We need to talk."

"OK." He nodded. "Then we can make out, right?" He was laughing again.

I blew up, barely able to keep my voice down. "Why does everything have to be a joke? This is not funny, ok?"

He looked at me. "You honestly don't think it's funny? The girl who has basically been avoiding me since we met, whom I've been hitting on the whole time is being forced to kiss me! On television, no less! It's almost like that one episode of Family Matters where Laura had to kiss Urkel in front of the entire school. Do you remember that episode? I think it's hilarious!" he started laughing again. "I mean, at least kissing me is better than kissing Urkel, right?" he added noticing I hadn't even cracked a smile.

"I guess that episode was pretty funny..." I said avoiding the question. I tried to smile weakly. "Just make it quick, ok? And the garter will be right above my knee. Reach any further than that..." I left off there, he could figure out what I meant.

"Ok, ok, ok." He said giving in. "I get the point. What about the reception? Everyone will be expecting it when they hit their glasses and stuff..."

"Just make it quick." I said. "And do not smash cake in my face, ok?"

"But I thought you wanted it to look real." He whined.

"I'm sure plenty of couples don't smash cake in each other's faces, so don't smash it in mine!" I said.

"OK! Gosh!" He turned away, mocking being offended. He sat down in front of his TV and turned it on. Then he glanced at me.

I left.