A/N: Wow, I'm this far already? I seriously cannot believe this! Okay, that's enough. Here you go!

LWEM: Chapter 4

I took a deep breath. Mum patted my shoulder. "Keep your eyes on Cody," Michelle whispered. Mrs. Jones, my Calculus professor, started up the cd with the music (we had no organ or a piano). I smiled. Kathy started out first, tossing out pink rose petals. She started dancing halfway up the makeshift aisle, making everyone smile widely. Aunt Jackie went next, smiling tearfully at her talented young daughter. Michelle followed, and I, breathing deeply, stepped out into the yard.

It was Jonathan's idea to hold the wedding outside, in the grounds area for our apartment community. Our whole building was invited, along with close friends and family. Dad, Jordyn, and Tracy were in the second row on the left hand side. Dad grinned and gave a big thumbs up. I smiled more widely and naturally. I took my place next to Michelle, and watched my mum walk up the aisle.

She was beautiful. Her wedding dress was a different than the one she was married to Dad in. Mum told me this meant that she was leaving behind old memories to make room for new ones. She grinned and squeezed my hand before turning to face Jonathan.

No matter how much he said he hated the suit, I knew from the look on his face that it was worth getting married to my mum. Dr. Wallace, the pastor for the local Christian church, started on the vows. I glanced to Cody, who was standing next to Uncle Brian. My heart fluttered and I provided a weak smile. He grinned back and I melted completely. Honestly, I was surprised that I wasn't liquidated by the time Mum said 'I do' and kissed Jonathan.

I turned around and hugged Michelle. "My mum is married," I sobbed. "I know," Michelle patted my back. "But this means that you'll be staying with me for the honeymoon."

"What are we going to do for three whole months?" I laughed, wiping my tears. Michelle smiled mischievously. "Well, there are a few movies we haven't seen in a while." I gasped and started laughing. "Michelle! I thought we were done with those!" She grinned. "Did you honestly think I could just lock up two of the most amazing movies ever for the rest of time?"

I laughed. "No, I suppose not. But what about our end of year exams? We have to pass them all- with high marks- or we can't go to Oxford." I reminded her. Michelle nodded, thinking. "Speaking of Oxford...Has your brother got any cute mates there?" I laughed and nudged her with my elbow. "What happened to marrying Freddie Boath? I thought was top of the list."

A moment to explain the list: when we were twelve, Michelle created a list of blokes she fancied, updating it every year, New Year's Eve. And since The Mummy Returns was released, Freddie Boath acquired a spot near the middle. As Michelle discovered more movies and shows with Freddie Boath, the teen actor quickly escalated to first place. He's kept that spot in a record streak of a year.

Michelle laughed along. "Yes, he still has first place. But honestly, that was never meant to be."

"What wasn't meant to be?" Freddie stepped out from behind us. I grinned madly and pushed them along to the area set up for the dancing. Michelle blushed and sent one of her famous death glares my way. I nodded and set out to find my dad. He couldn't hide from me all night.

Jonathan cornered me down for the Daddy- Daughter dance, and I spotted Dad and Tracy on the dance floor as well. We traded a few times, but Jonathan kept stealing me back. I passed him off to Mum and stood contentedly on the sidelines, watching them waltz the night away. Cody took my hand. "It really is quite a beautiful night." He commented. I glanced up at my boyfriend and smiled. The way his golden hair shined silver in the moonlight and the tiny scar on his cheek caught my breath.

Cody kissed my cheek. "Has anyone ever told you that you look absolutely gorgeous in pink?" I blushed. "Darker colours suit me better than most." I noted. "But I suppose pink isn't too bad."

"I can't believe you're turning seventeen in a few months."

I turned around, startled. I relaxed and my face broke into a grin. "Hey Dad, how are you?"

"Feeling great. Such a shame I only got three hours to talk with your new father." He shrugged. "He seems like a good bloke. How long have they known each other?"

I froze. Even though there were plenty of people who didn't know Jonathan, I never expected to hear this question. "About about a year, I guess. But it feels like forever." Dad nodded and smiled ruefully. "I hope he's good to you both; he looks like he used to be an alcoholic." I cringed. "What makes you say that?"

"Not much, just that every time he passes the drink table, he hovers over the wine before taking a water. I've seen enough to know what that is."

"I'm sure you know very well how it is." I replied coldly.

"Elizabeth, please, you can't still be holding that against me!"

"I was five! Of course I'm still holding that against you!"

"It wasn't my fault, honestly!"

"That you ditched Mum for a pretty Hollywood actress, and left her to raise two kids on her own?"

"I sent money every month!"

"You never bothered to come back and at least visit us!" I shouted. "The last time I saw you was April fifth, twelve years ago!"

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" He thundered. "I am your father!"

"Not anymore, you're not." Jonathan said, putting his arm protectively around my shoulders. He smiled warmly down at me and kissed my forehead. His eyes, normally warm and happy, were cold and furious. "Michael, I think it's time for you to go," Jonathan said firmly.

Dad glared at Jonathan. "I think you'll find that I have more right to be here than you do."

"Wrong," Jonathan growled. "You gave up that right when you left my daughter twelve years ago." I leaned into him and Jonathan smirked. "You haven't been part of Elizabeth's life since she was five years old. Does she think of you as her father still?"

"Absolutely not!" I huffed. Mum put her arm around Jonathan's waist and stared sadly at Mike Princeton, the man I used to call 'Father'. He held no right to that title anymore; I was proud to hand that over to Jonathan.

"I honestly thought having you here would be good for us all, Michael." Mum said. Mike stared back coldly at Jonathan. "I'm sorry I've ruined this night, Julia." He faced my mother, his former wife. "I really am happy for you. I mean it, Jules." Mike reached for my hand. "Bethy, I still love you so much. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you like I should have, and it was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

My eyes widened, my hands balled into fists, and I growled menacingly. "Don't you ever call me that again." He used Grampa's nickname. Not even Gramma carried it on, after he died. "How dare you use that name!" I shrieked.

"Liz, please-"

"Mum, NO ONE is supposed to call me that anymore. I made that clear five years ago!"

My hand grew warmer, and a few people screamed. Okay, more like everyone. Michelle came up from behind and whispered in my ear.

"Your hands are on fire."

A/N: That was...something...wasn't it?

Liz: Yeah. Thanks for posting this for the whole world to see. -_-

Me: Yeah, sorry about that. But you wanted your story up, didn't you?

Liz: Not like- whatever. Go on with your mortal lives.

Me: You heard the girl, review and read!