Sorry it's been a while but I tired this thing and well let's just say it didn't really workout…at all.

Anyway I hope everyone enjoys the chapter!

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"Babe, are you ready yet?" Paul whined from his permanent place on my bed, lazy ass.

"Sorry if I like to spend a little time on my appearance," I replied sarcastically looking for shoes that went with my outfit.

I decided to look classy for the party since lots of Dylan's parents, his family and Brook's were coming down for this party so it was a big deal. I was wearing a classy turquoise satin bubble dress. I added my favourite turquoise pendant with matching earrings and a metallic bracelet.

"You look good in anything, you could wear a pair of jeans and a hoodie and you'd still be the most beautiful girl-women in the room," Paul said sweetly but I could tell he was just trying to hurry me up but it still made me aw.

"Aw you're so sweet wait till I tell the pack…" I trailed off with a laugh picking up a pair of silver pumps from the top self.

"Don't you dare Silver, I love you and everything but…the rest of the pack are assholes and…don't understand my sweet nature," Paul said dramatically ending it in a sniffle acting like he was crying, wimp.

"I don't think anyone understands your 'sweet nature'" I muttered walking over to the mirror that hung in the corner.

"Hey, I heard that and I object to that statement," he huffed.

I could just imagine him crossing his arms and pouting, aw he's just too cute even if he's only in my mind.

"You object?" I mocked looking at my hair in the mirror; I managed to get in into a classic twist pinned at the back of my head.

"Yes I do now stop making fun of me and hurry up."

"Paul will you shut the hell up, it's only going to take me longer if you don't!" I exclaimed angrily applying clear shiny lip-gloss that showed my naturally red lips.

"I love it when you're angry," he laughed from his permanent place on my bed, it didn't seem like he was moving any time soon.

"Well, sorry but it's all gone and finally after much wait-" I said dancing my way back to the room.

"Just spit it out," he groaned covering his eyes with his hands.

"Fine Mr. Grumpy, I'm ready, ne faites pas je semble fantastique!" I exclaimed smiling brightly, throwing in French just to confuse his poor little brain.

I think I stood there for five minutes before Paul finally found a way to talk through all his shock.

"Wow Silv you look-wow," He said in awe taking my hand.

"Thank you," I said blushing which was totally normal ever since I met Paul dam him and his stupid powers.

"Hey are you okay you look like you're cursing someone?" Paul asked looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I shrugged with a giggle before pulling him along and out of my room and down the stairs. Once we were sitting in my truck he didn't start it, I turned to look at him to find him looking at me with the weirdest look in his eye's I've seen in a long time.

"What?" I asked confusion covering my tone.

"What the hell did you say back there?"

"Say what?"

"That thing in French?"

"Oh that I just said 'don't I look fantastic'" I shrugged turning away from him with a smirk.

"Oh well it sounded awesome, very sexy," he grinned goofily wiggling his eyebrows subjectively.

"Shut up and drive the dam car," I laughed shaking my head in amusement.

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"Do we have to go it looks like a bunch of fancy-" Paul complained as I practically had to drag him through the car pack.

"Don't finish that sentence what ever you to please," I sighed cutting him off looking around the car park.

It was true my family and Dylan's were really posh. The car park was clouded with fancy car I'm not even going to try to name but I bet Paul could and probably was only a bit jealous but in my opinion I loved Paul's truck more that the others car's combined even there out look wasn't crap compared to Brian (Paul's car yes I named him got a problem with that? I didn't think so.)

"Fine but next time I'm going to something lame like this you have to come with me," he grumbled dropping my hand and casually laying his arm around my shoulder.

"Oh please you can't stay away from me longer than 6 hours at least," I said smugly crossing my arms.

"That may be true but…but you can't stay away from me either," he stuttered pointing a finger in my face.

"Yeah but I can stay away longer than you can," I said smugly walking up to the front door of the club.

"Stop bragging and let's just get this over with," he mumbled opening the door to the club and pulling me inside into the sound of the chattering filled the room.

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"Silver," Uncle Harry boomed clearly drunk stumbling over towards me.

"Hi Uncle Harry," I smiled taking a sip of my coke.

I felt Paul growl beside me, we had been sitting here ever since we got here watching posh old people get drunk and my mom had the nerve to say that I wasn't aloud any even though I could have been missing for the week and she probably wouldn't have noticed.

Uncle harry was an odd little man, he was a computer geek to say the least not that there's anything wrong with that it's just…that's the only way to describe him. He had said hi to me ten times in the last hour and I really think Paul's got too punch him any minute.

Brooklyn still hasn't made any announcement yet; Paul lost his last scratch of control and has been close to shaking since twenty minutes ago and let me tell you I'm just as close. Normally we would go to the beach, hang out with the pack or just sit and watch a horror movie on the couch. Honestly anything would be better than this.

All the older embarrassing people were dancing to crap music and dancing like they were from the freaking 1991, but at least that was probably the best part they were all hilarious to watch.

"Look at the bald fat guy," Paul laughed pointing what looked to be Dylan's dad.

"That's Dylan's dad," I giggled trying to hide my face in Paul's chest away from my mom, who was looking our way with a disapproving look across her face.

"God if Dylan turns out like that I'm sorry but I'll probably laugh," Paul chuckled hugging me closer to his warmth.

"That's mean now shush Brook's getting on stage," I giggled turning my head in the direction of the stage and pointing just as Brook made her way nervously with Dylan following onto the stage.

They stood awkwardly waiting for everyone to turn there way, I didn't see why they couldn't say something or do something but Brooklyn has more intelligence then common sense.

"Um…Can we have your attention please," Dylan said through the microphone pulling Brook closer to his side.

"This is it," I whispered to Paul bouncing with excitement as he laughed and tried to get me to calm down.

"We have a very important announcement to make," Dylan started nervously.

"I knew it," I squealed quietly.

"Brooklyn and I are…getting married!" He exclaimed his face only showing joy.

While everyone else clapped politely I squealed and jumped up clapping wildly gaining nearly everyone's attention but it's not like I actually care.

We stayed for another hour watching everyone dance and basically get drunk. To be honest I was getting tired and extremely bored and I noticed Paul was too. I spotted Brooklyn with my mom and dad over at the bar and began to make my way over to them.

"Congratulations," I exclaimed walking up to Brook and hugging her tight. "I'm so happy for you," I whispered in her ear pulling away from her.

"Thank you," she smiled tears pouring down her cheeks as she pulled me in for another hug. "Would you please be my maid of honour?" she asked hopefully.

"I'd love to," I exclaimed hugging her tighter.

"We're going to go but phone me and I'll come and help with the plans." I smiled pulling away from the hug.

"Yeah I will thank you both for coming," she smiled at Paul and me who was standing behind me.

"No problem," Paul smiled.

"I'll see you back at the house," I said flatly to my parents before turning back to the happy couple.

"See you soon," I said before hugging them both one last time before taking Paul's hand and leaving the club.

"Well that was…"

"Interesting, funny, boring, happy…"

I laughed at him pulling him over to his tuck and climbing in once he unlocked the door.

I was happy for Brook, extremely happy. I couldn't wait till I finally had a niece or nephew to fuss over and buy clothes for.

Finally Brook's life was finally coming together and I was happy for her.

She deserved it more than anyone else I know.

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