Scotty Goldman was released from The E.
Fucking Bullshit, just fucking bullshit.

Whatever, I started two new stories to make myself feel better.
Thank you all so, so, so much.


Chris took a deep breath, looking around the room. This was it. This was finally it. Alex stood to his side, trying to look as happy as possible but obviously not. He couldn't tell if it was because he was about to watch his best friend marry a woman he didn't like, or because he would have to stare at Billie for the next hour without being able to swear at her. He really didn't understand those two.

The music began, and Chris looked to the beginning of the aisle. He could have sworn he fell in love all over again, just looking at her. She looked miserable, but only in her eyes: Her mouth was curled into the biggest, fakest smile he had only seen once before- On Alex.

No. It wasn't Mya.
It was Billie.

She stepped with perfect poise down the aisle, only to be followed by Mya... His second best. Could he really do this? Marry the girl he didn't really want? What was he saying. He loved Mya. He wanted Mya. He needed Mya. Maybe because Billie didn't want or need him anymore.

Alex slapped his shoulder, whispering a quick congragulations to his friend. Chris smiled and Alex nodded, somehow assuring him that he was doing the right thing. But he didn't know what Billie knew.

Alex looked over Billie. At the last moment they had decided walking together wouldn't be the best idea as Billie had vowed to trip him, and Alex had vowed to take her with him-and her skirt over her head as he went. They walked sepratley, but now Alex was regretting it.

She looked like an angel. A really fucking sad one.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we thank you for coming to witness the coming together of these two young people..." Chris tuned out the pastor, looking at his bride to be as she grinned at him. He smiled back and looked down at his feet.

He looked over to Mya's parents who sat to his left. Mya's father was an elderly looking man with a great suit and a stern look in his eyes. Mya's 'mother' was the seventh she had. She was about four years older than Mya herself and hadn't spoken a word to Chris since the day they met, apart from that one drunken pass she had made at him- He'd rather forget that, thanks.

He then looked to his own parents, his mother was crying and his father drying her tears with a tissue. He smiled at them and took a deep breath.

"The couple have written their own vows. And Mya has asked to begin." Chris looked back at his bride to be as she picked up his hand. "Josh... I used to be afraid of falling in love, of giving my heart away. How could I trust a man to love me as much as I would love them? When I met you, I realized how much we could share together. You have renewed my life, Josh. Today I join that life with yours."

It was then he relized. That wasn't the life he wanted.

"Josh..." The pastor spoke. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Mya... I loved you from the minute I saw you, and I knew we would be together for a very, very long time..." He looked over Mya's shoulder to see Billie looking up at him, with this look in her eyes. Alex knew it. Billie knew it. Hell, Mya probably knew it. This wasn't right.

"But I really can't go through with this, Mya. This is bullshit, and you know it." She dropped his hand and her eyes went wide, turing on her side to glare daggers in Billie's face as the entire hall erupted with whispers and gasps. "It's her isn't it!" She screamed as the room fell silent. Chris looked at Billies shocked face and smiled for the fist time in forever.

Chris grinned for a minute.

"Yeah... I love her." Chris whispered, looking straight at Billie.
"N'awwww, shit." Alex spoke, rubbing his eyes.

Mya let out a blood curdling scream before running as fast as a girl could in a pair of six inch heels out of the church. Chris looked at Billie as she shook her head. "Your an idiot, Josh." She whispered before she walked back down the aisle the same way Mya had gone. Mya's four football playing brothers stood and Alex took that as his cue to act as Best man and get him the fuck out of there. Joe held them back with his charm and wit as Chris and Alex tried to find the women.

"Jesus Christ Sabin, what have you done now." Alex said, following behind at a slower pace than Chris. He was frantic, looking for them in eery hallway. He ran past the front door, toward the bridal room. Alex stopped at the exit, grabbing Chris by the jacket, nodding to the parking lot.

"Oh, shit man..." Alex said, seeing Mya screaming at Billie with red eyes and fingers pointing. "How the fuck could you do this to me you slut! This was the best day of my life and you ruined everything!" Mya screamed, Billie said nothing, she really took it like a grownup.

Chris ran over, and Alex begged for him to stop. "Dude, don't do it, you've done enough already-" But Chris didn't care. "You know what, I hope your both really happy together. I'll see you both in hell!" Mya screamed looking back at forth at Chris and Billie, ignorring Alex in the background of the scene. She turned on her heels and walked down the parking lot to leave the three of them alone.

Billie collapsed into a heap on the ground, letting stray tears fall down her face for her best friend. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and looked up, only to cry more. "Get off me, Josh." She whispered, shrugging his hand off.

He stood behind her, begging for her to look at him as Alex stood a few feet away, just watching on like it was some terrible soap opera. "Please, Bianca... I did it for you..." Billie finally stood as he said that, to slap him in the face.

Chris stepped back and held his now stinging face as Billie watched him, and Alex had a little laugh to himself.

"What the hell Bee? I thought this is what you wanted!" He yelled at her, stumbling back at the force and shock. Billie fumed, she could have sworn there was steam coming out of her ears. "You ruined my best friends life for me? Sure, I think you were fucking terrible together but you could have done it with a little more class, Chris!" She screamed.

He grabbed her hand, picking it up to press his lips against her palm just wanting her to calm down. "Billie, your all I can think about. I want you. Don't you want to be with me too?" Billie froze. This is all she ever wanted, for years this is all she wanted.

She turned her head to see Alex. He stood on the curb in that black suit and his tie hanging limp around his shoulders, his top buttons unbuttoned, panting just a little. She questioned his pressence with her eyes, tilting her head a little as Chris's warm hand lay against her tear stained cheek. Alex shrugged, taking a small step forward before speaking. "Shit man-" He spoke, scratching the back of his neck like he always did. "You already know how I feel, ya know." He kicked the dirt, putting both hands into his pant pockets, looking her right in the eye as Chris stroked her cheek as if Alex wasn't even there. "I guess it's your choice."