Thanks to icihappi and XoXMaximumculleNXoX for reviewing to the previous chapter.

Also this might make it up to M quicker than I thought, cos' little 12-year-old girls do like to swear. Tsk tsk, potty mouth much?

Disc. I do not own anything Twilight related. Eg. Seth, Leah, those people etc. Um, I own my dog and my ipod and my... glue stick? Lipgloss? Phone? My boyfriend? Haha, no I don't own him. I'll shout out to him though; Alek. iloveyou (:

Also, shout out to my little sis; Abigail. Not that you'd be reading this, huh Abi?! Huh?!

OKAY this chapter is basically Skylar's view of the wedding and we shall go even further into the story. Enjoy.

Skylar's POV

Hmph. Jenny's wedding today. Crap, I have to get ready. I mean, I didn't realise that I woke up so late and besides, the wedding is only at... even crapper; 2 hours. I have like, 30 minutes to freakin' get ready and eat some food. Shit. I quickly ran to the kitchen in my sleeping clothes and grabbed a bowl from the table in the hotel room.

We had to stay in a hotel room cos' when we asked Frank – oh so politely – to see if we could stay at their house even though it was THEIR own wedding; he said that someone was already staying there. But hey, we got to stay at the Marriot, so I guess; that's a plus. But Sydney wasn't even far from Brisbane anyway; it was like probably a 20 hr drive from Brisbane but Dad being so lazy to drive and Andy wanted to take first class – wasting their money – in a private suite with Serena. I mean, I knew what they were gonna do but couldn't they wait til' they actually got to the hotel and in their own room? I mean, seriously! Elle didn't want to drive either and my other brother Jason didn't even want to come so yeah, aeroplanes ftw!

Well, I guess I had to agree with Jason's logic to not come to this wedding. A) He would rather play computer games with his friends—well; I guess I didn't agree with that point to not come to the wedding, so much. B) Jenny was his ex-fiancé – yes, I agree with him to not come because of that and lastly C) He still loved Jenny— mhmm, it was even worse for him since Jenny came up to Brisbane all the time since Elle and Jen were like; best buds.

Ex-fiancé, oooh! You must be thinking. Why would she be marrying this dumb Alan dude if she could have, sexy hot brother – not that I'm incest – Jason? Well, I guess it's the reason that happens to all celebrity couples – even though neither Jase nor Jenny is famous. Well, it's the whole cheating subject. When Jen went to visit her family back in Sydney, Jason supposedly cheated on her with this whore from the club. Or some random shit from some pub. BUT! I knew that my brother wasn't like this as he never went to clubs or any pubs for that matter. Cos' when Jen came back to Brisbane – as she was living with us at the time – the little shit said that she had sex with him and all that jazz. Personally, I thought that Jen would be like, 'No, my Jasie wouldn't do that and I don't believe you, you ho!' But no, she immediately believed the little sh—hey, that should be her permanent nick-name as I've been using it a lot. Anyway, Jenny immediately believed her and packed her bags and went back to Sydney leaving her ring and a note on poor Jason's desk. And yes, oh god; he was devastated. Like, cry cry, sniffle sniffle, cry cry, devastated. It was hard but we got through it. Needless to say, no way hosey would he want to come to her wedding. It was like.. a law. If their ex is getting married, no way would they come to the wedding!

Urgh, hmph, I didn't even realise I finished my bowl of corn flakes. I put the bowl in the sink and washed it. I then put the bowl on the drying rack and went to the bed next to the kitchen. I wondered where my mum and dad were – as Elle, Serena and Andy got their own rooms. I then noticed a sticky-note on the wall and it was addressed to—yeah, me. Who else?

Lah lah! Ugh, I hated that nick-name. I mean, what was I, 4?! At least my new friends at school listened to me by calling me Kylar instead of Lah lah.

Your dad and I have gone out to get my dress fixed as the stitching is wrong.

Put on your dress and try and get your hair done.

Tetap Aman I sighed, I mean. My mum was trying to get me to learn Malay and I'm like. No I don't want to learn. I want to learn Sign Language! But she's begging me so yeah. I have to, 'Stay Safe' while she's gone.

I took the red dress from my bag of clothing and walked my way to the ironing board. Iron, iron, iron. I was then bored of this silence and decided to turn on the TV. The news was good enough, for now.

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Dressed in my red dress, high heels and make up on. I was ready to go to that wedding. Well, I guess I was only ready since Elle helped me do all my make-up and hair, so now everything is A-OK! I sat in one of the seats right next to the aisle as I waited for Jen and all of her bridesmaids to come down the aisle. I then felt someone sit next to me and realised it was.. Elle.

"Elle, why aren't you with Jen? I mean, aren't you supposed to be with the other bridesmaids?" I asked as I wondered why she was sitting next to me.

"Um, Jenny didn't realise we were actually coming, so they replaced me with Linda," she said softly. I patted her back and said,

"Ellie, don't think that Jenny is trying to get back at our family because of Jase. I know you agree with me that Jason didn't cheat with that... that... other girl. And I also know that Jenny was mad at you for taking sides with Jase but you know what they say, blood is thicker than water," I said, she smiled at me and chuckled.

"You gonna be a philosopher when your older now, are we Lah lah?" She said and I growled.

"Don't call me that! Jeez. My name is Kylar or just Lah, got it? I mean, Lah lah is a name for the ruh-tards." I said as I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the wedding music blared as we watched the bridesmaids and Jen go down the aisle.

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Psh, I've been to boring weddings before but I have to say that, that one topped all of them. I looked around to see if I saw anyone I knew to talk to. I mean, we weren't related to the Courdereaux's – oh hell no. Otherwise Jase would've backed off from Jen ASAP! So basically I only knew like the Courdereaux's and my family. A flash of blonde-ish/brown appeared right in front of me and looky who. Callie. "Hi Calista," I said to her. She briefly looked towards me and continued to stare right in front of her.

"Hello Skylar, did you enjoy the wedding?" Callie said without even glancing towards me. I got annoyed with her behaviour and faced the way she was looking at. All I saw was just... people.

"Yeah... It was great," if she couldn't detect the sarcasm in my voice, I was gonna vomit.

"That's great. Hey, I have to go, catch you later," she said, "be a good girl now," after she said that. I wanted to stamp on her pretty lil high heels. Yeah, I've always known that Callie was-is a bitch. But, what the fuck? I mean seriously, you, you... I couldn't find a name as bad and annoying to be worthy of her. I stared towards the ground, just bored of everything. I then felt someone crash into me. It seemed like it was a guy since it felt like he was wearing a suit. His hands felt very warm yet rough at the same time.

"Oops, I'm sorry," this. This deep yet sexy voice said. I mean, it wasn't as deep as... Barry White per say. It was very smooth and rich... if voices could be like that. I wanted to turn around to see who occupied the voice but couldn't be fucked. I mean, I'll see him later, right?

"S'okay," I said lamely, in my lame voice. I heard his footsteps pause for a second but then he kept on walking away. Hmph, I better go find Serena or some random dumb shit to talk to aka probably Callie.

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Dance, argh. I'm horrible at dancing, especially at these weddings. I mean, all of my friends are like really outspoken and stuff like that so when they dance, it doesn't seem awkward/look retarded. Cos' everyone knows they're retarded anyway. You know what I mean?

Everyone was dancing out there, I mean, everyone, except me. Me, the young little girl with the dress who was meant for people elder than her years. Sure, I was pro at Maths, English and all the crap. But I had friends that were much more beautiful-er than me, like Rachel, my bestie from school. Or Innie; my other best friend. There were all so beautiful and then me... the dumbass ugly one. I mean, I can't even get Riley – the blonde boy from school – to like me. ARGH! I looked up to see some poor boy in Callie's grip on the dance floor. Their faces were so close together it looked like they were gonna kiss each other. AND HOLY SHIT, they did. I mean, how would anyone like Callie, that annoying dumb shit?! Sure, I tried to speak to her today, but that was just to be polite. But who in their right mind; would kiss her? The guy who was kissing Callie looked very handsome, I mean, from what I could see. His hair was nice and shiny. A black colour – like mine. His skin tone was dark, it wasn't like my grandpa's – who is Indian and is pretty dark. But it was like a brown you would see on furniture. Like wood, a musty yummy brown. Hmm, when the fuck did I start saying yummy to describe people? I'm still pretty y—of stuff it. His skin is pretty yummy. (: Smiley face! It also seemed that he had big biceps since his buttoned down shirt was straining against his arms. Over all, he looked hot. Suddenly, as their lips departed from each other. His eyes instantly, met mine.

I never thought... love at first sight was—oh screw it. I did know it was real, I guess. When I first saw that grade 12 guy at school, I was like 'OMG, he is so... yummy,' but even that wasn't—isn't compared to what I felt with this guy. I mean, just looking at him, makes me feel warm inside. Like a gooey feeling that makes me want to lie down next to him and sink into un-consciousness. His eyes were dark, very dark. I mean, they looked brown when his eyes first swept over me but now, it's more like an opal. Not that I normally describe things this thoroughly. After our eyes locked I felt this sorta thing inside of me that wanted me to go closer to him. I didn't even notice Serena walk up to me until she patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey Skylar, how's it hanging?" She asked, but I didn't break eye contact with him.

"It's okay," I said lamely as I saw his lips move as he asked Callie something. I immediately saw Callie rush away from him. He didn't even break eye contact as I saw his lips move once again. Suddenly, Callie's nicer and elder sister, Holly came to him. She rested her hand on his large bicep and told him something. He broke eye contact with me and I felt a little bit sad. I instantly brushed the sadness off of me and started to talk to Serena. "Where's Andy?" I asked and before she could say anything, Andy came up to us and wrapped his arms around Serena's waist.

"Hey babe, hey Lah. You enjoying the reception?" Andy said. I smiled at least someone can get my name right!

"Definitely more, now that you're here," Serena said and kissed Andrew. Urgh, I hate it when they do that in front of me. I mean, that's my brother. And imagine them having—bad thoughts! BAD THOUGHTS!

"Yo Serena, Andy. Not in front of me, I thought we established that already?!" I said, groaning. I decided that this was boring and it was no use with them, "Anyway, I want to get a drink. Yeah, talk to you later," I said as I quickly escaped towards the bar part of this reception place. I asked the bartender for a lemon lime and bitters and was going to walk to a table to sit down but someone bumped into me, I looked up and saw him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said. Shiiiiit. Far out, he was the guy that bumped into before, after the wedding. If, if I actually looked back, I could've talked to him before! GAH! I'm so stupid, but who cares, I'm talking to him now.

"Oh, nah, it's okay. At least I didn't spill my drink," I said. What the fuck was that, how lame was what I just said? I mean, seriously. 'At least I didn't spill my drink?!' Nice going, Skylar. But he just grinned at me and I swear that my heart beat actually sped up, "I'm Skylar, you?" I asked.

"Seth, Seth Clearwater," Seth, hmph, wow. I've actually never heard of someone named Seth in my whole entire life. Wait a second. Jason's Street Fight IV the guy named Seth. But no way did he look like this... guy. Wow. I also noticed that his voice sounded American. I mean, I have many cousins in America but I always thought that their voice sounded nasal-y. Or, he could be Canadian. I've always had trouble trying to distinguish between Americans and Canadians. Eg. One of my teachers, Ms Sap. She's from Canada but I always thought that it was an American accent. OH and Mr Redburn. He's from Canada but yeah, I thought it was American, his accent. Seth then held out his hand from me to shake, and I shook it. And yes, like it says in all those fairy-tale/fiction books. I actually did feel electricity. It was weird... but nice.

"You sound America, are you?" I asked, I then realised I still had my drink in my hand and sipped a little whilst I waited for his answer. He nodded. YES! I'm actually right for once.

"Mhmm, I live in a small reservation in Washington. Called La Push, it's near Seattle," he said. I had to tell him that nearly my whole father's side lives in various places in and around America.

"Oh really? Wow, like nearly half of my father's side lives America. Although they all nearly live in LA or Florida. I know, it's like on opposite ends. But yeah, that's awesome," I rambled like an idiot. I smiled at him and guess what? He smiled his infectious yet devastatingly handsome grin back at me. He then joked around with me and said,

"True dat!" And winked at me. Oh god...

"Right on bruthaa," I joked with him. He laughed with me. "So Seth, do you dance?" I asked him as I pointed towards the dance floor which was invaded by nearly... everyone. He shook his head furiously.

"No, no way. I'm horrible at dancing, seriously," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him. "How the hell do you do that? I mean, I've always tried since young to actually raise just ONE single eyebrow, but I can't!" He said.

"I don't know. It's just like how I learnt how to whistle. I couldn't before but now I can," I said.

"Haha, I mean. My sister, Leah. She always does it towards me; I bet she does it to make me jealous! I have no idea why though," Seth laughed.

"How many siblings do you have?" I asked. I wondered how old Seth was.

"Just Leah. She's turning 22 this year, do you have any siblings?" He asked.

"Mhmm, but they are all old. Okay, um, my sister Elle. She's turning 20 this year but she's like best friends with Jenny who is 24. Then my brother Jason, he's turning 25 this year and lastly my eldest brother Andrew he's turning 28 this year," I said. "Oh and see that girl right there," I pointed to Serena, Seth nodded, "yeah, that's Andy's fiancé; Serena. She's turning, 24."

"Wow, that's like a huge age difference! Do you get spoilt?" Seth asked mischievously.

"Yeah, duh. How old are you Seth?" I asked. I once again realised I still had my drink in my hand and drank the whole thing of the Lemon Lime and Bitters.

"I'm 16. I'm turning 17 this year," Seth said quietly. I nearly spat my drink out of my mouth. 16?! He's only... 4 years older than me?! Oh my god.

"Are you serious?" I said that and nothing else. Seth nodded. "You d—" he cut me off.

"—don't look 16? Yeah, I know. So, hmm, I'm guessing. 14," he said. I frowned, confused.

"What do you mean 14?" I asked sceptically.

"I'm guessing whether or not, you're 14 years old." I decided that I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, I did try to shape up nice for this wedding AND when I turn 13 in July, it'll only be one year older. I shrugged towards him.

"I'm 12," I said simply. He gaped at me.

"No way," he said. I frowned.

"Do you have something against, younger people?" I asked; angrily. I mean, what's wrong with being 12? I mean, he was perfectly fine with me being 14. But no, he gets all defensive and weird when I say I'm only 12.

"Uh, er. No, I mean. No, I have nothing against them. It's just that, you look... older," he said softly. I smiled tentatively at him.

"Must've been awhile since you've seen people my age," I said. He nodded and said,

"You have no idea," Seth smiled at me, "So, now do you dance?"

"Nope," I shook my head. Eeek, bad subject, bad subject! He narrowed his eyes for a second and then he smiled at me.

"Hmm, I know I suck at dancing. And it seems that you don't like to dance either. But, would you dance with me?" He said. Say no, Skylar. Fucking, say no!

"Sure," I grabbed his hand and we made our way to the dance floor.

All the crazy shit I did tonight, those will be the best memories.

That one line just rang through my head. Hell yeah, Seth would be my best memory. This wedding was definitely not

Gay

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