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"Moms," Austin and I say, holding hands and sitting across from them. I raise my eyebrows at Austin, who points at me with his free hand, telling me I should say it.

"We want to talk about some details for the wedding," I say.

Our moms look at each other and squeal like two young teenage girls. "We've been waiting for this for a long time! What date were you thinking about? We need to know how much time we have to plan," Mimi says.

Austin and I look at each other. "Uh, I don't know..." Austin says. "I know you want us to get married soon though."

"How about we just work on the wedding and then choose a date when we get everything in order?" Mom suggests.

"Sounds good to me," I say.

"Me, too," Austin agrees.

"All right," my mom says. "We're going to tell you everything we've already talked about. Feel free to change anything."

And we spend the next two weeks planning. On the third week, we actually make the calls and get everything set up and ready. Today, my mom is taking me to pick out my gown. My dad, who's usually wanting to save as much money as possible, is allowing her to take me to an expensive shop since it's my "special day."

Gosh, I never thought that day would come. And I never thought I'd be getting married to Austin Moon. And most of all, I never thought I'd enjoy marrying Austin Moon.

Wow, I'm actually in love with Austin Moon...

I shake my head to clear the thought and gaze around at all of the beautiful dresses. "Whoa," I whisper. I walk slowly through the aisles, examining each and every one of the dresses carefully. I find myself wondering which one Austin might like the best. And then I see it. In my mind, of course.

"Mom, I know which dress I want," I tell her.

"Which one?" she asks. "Let's go try it on."

"I already know it fits," I say.

"How?" she asks. I turn to her and smile.

"You know which dress I'm talking about," I say. Over the summer, my mom and I were putting on a little fashion show because it was raining and we had nothing else to do. My mom thought it would be fun if I tried on her wedding dress, as long as I was careful not to spill anything on it or rip it. It fit perfectly and my mom almost cried, saying over and over again how beautiful I looked in it.

My dad told me to take it off. He said that boys might swarm the house, asking me to marry them. I laughed, but my mom didn't. She and Mimi had probably been talking about Austin and I getting married then.

"Can I, Mom?" I ask. "Please, please, please! It'd save money and that's my favorite dress in the whole world!"

"Of course you can, honey!" she exclaims, hugging me tightly. "You looked so beautiful in that dress... But what are we going to do with the money your father gave us?"

"Accessories!" I say and we run off to my dad's truck so that we can drive to the mall.

Today's the day. My special day. It's odd to think that only about five weeks ago, I hated the love of my life. I'm in the church where we'll get married later. I'm supposed to be getting ready but I had to look at the decorations. Had to make sure everything was perfect.

There are red and yellow flowers everywhere. The only white flowers are above the alter, where I can already see Austin and I kissing ourselves into marriage. I lean up against the church pews, not even caring how everything looks anymore. It's perfect. Nothing more, nothing less. I retie my robe's string thing, tightening it.

"Hey," someone says, walking up behind me and putting their arms around my waist. They—also known as Austin Moon—rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Hi," I say, smiling.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?" he murmurs, pulling my robe down a little and kissing my shoulder.

"Yes," I say. "Well, what about you? You're supposed to be getting ready too." I giggle, pushing his head away from my shoulder gently.

"I'm ready," he tells me. I turn around and look at him. He's wearing a black suit with a bright red flower in his chest pocket. "How do I look?" he asks, doing a little spin for me.

"The flower is a nice touch," I tell him. "My favorite color. But... your hair..."

"What about it?" he asks, reaching up quickly and trying to smooth it down. "What's wrong with it?"

"No, Austin, stop," I say. He drops his hands to his sides. I place my hand on his head and ruffle his hair. "Much better," I say.

He just smiles. "My mom's gonna kill me if she sees my hair like this," he points out, "you know that, right?" He puts his hand on the small of my back and leans down to kiss me. But I lean away from him.

"Ah, ah, ah, not before the wedding," I say. He frowns. I pull his head down and kiss the top of it. "Later," I tell him. "Now if you'd like to see me in my beautiful wedding dress, I suppose you let me go get dressed."

"All right," he says, "I'll see you later then."

"Love you," I say.

His smile gets wider. "Love you, too," he replies. I start to walk away but he grabs my arm. "One little kiss? Pleeeease!"

"Fine," I say. I pull my arm away from him and wrap both around his neck. Once our lips are a few inches away, I wiggle out of his grasp and run away from him. "Later!" I call to him and I laugh quietly. Mimi, Mom, and Trish are staring at me.

"Where have you been?" Mom asks.

"I was checking everything out," I tell them. "It all looks amazing, by the way."

Mimi and my mom murmur their thanks and quickly set to work with me. When we're about to put my dress on, I remember something. "Wait!" I cry out.

"What is it, Ally?" Trish asks. "We're on a bit of a tight schedule!"

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue!" I exclaim.

"What?" Mimi asks.

"I need something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue," I tell them.

"Uh... Okay, the dress is old, your bow is new," she points to the yellow bow sitting on the counter, "and you can borrow my shoes! It can be your something borrowed and your something blue! Is that okay?"

I hesitate and remember that it's almost time for the wedding. "Sure," I say.

"All right, come on," she says. "Let's get you into your dress."

After we're done, I look in the mirror.

My hair is straight at the top and my hair from my ears down is in curls. There is a large yellow bow holding my bangs out of my face. The dress is beautiful and looks as if it's brand new. It's so white that it's almost blinding. It's strapless and has a sweetheart neckline. At my waist, it stops hugging me and flares out. It has a medium-length train trailing behind it. Also on my waist, there's a kind of pin that looks like a bunch of small, silver bells. (1) But they aren't really bells. They're just decorations. And the blue heels my mom let me borrow are on my feet.

I stare at the train behind me and worry about tripping over it. Then I wonder what would happen if all of my pins and bows and things fell out my hair. And what if I mess up on my vows? I thought I had them committed to memory, but I can't remember one word now.

"Ally, you look amazing," Trish tells me.

I smile. "Thanks," I say. "So do you." She's wearing a dark purple dress that reaches her ankles with black high heels.

"I can't believe you're getting married," she says, tears welling up in her eyes. Now everyone's about to cry. They smother me in hugs.

"Guys, guys, you're gonna make me cry too, stop," I say. They pull away from me and apologize. "It's okay." I hear the wedding song playing. "Well, that's my cue." They help me put my veil on and then everyone rushes into the church to take their places and I walk out to the front. My dad is there waiting for me. Tears rush down his face silently.

"My little girl," he says. "You look..." He ends his sentence with a quiet sob.

"Dad," I say, telling him with my eyes not to try and talk or he'll cry more. I hug him then loop my arm through his. "Come on. Let's go."

We open the tall, white double-doors and walk through them. I see Austin, waiting for me at the alter. Dez is next to him, wearing a purple suit, probably at Trish's request. Suddenly, it's just Austin and I in the room. It's as if everything else went dark and there are spotlights on just the two of us now. He was smiling but now his mouth is forming an O. I see his lips mouth the word "Wow." I blush a little and my dad and I begin our walk.

And then I remember something: My bouquet! I forgot it in the changing room. Ah, shoot! Whatever. Just try not to mess anything else up and we'll be fine. We reach the alter and my dad hesitantly lets go of my arm.

"Take care of my little girl," Dad says, trying to look stern through his tears.

"I promise I will, sir," Austin replies. He takes my hands and looks deeply into my eyes. "You look beautiful," he whispers to me. "Love the bow." He chuckles quietly as he looks at it. And the ceremony begins. It seems to take forever for the priest to tell us we can say our vows.

"The bride and groom have prepared their own vows," he says.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, I wish he would've taken longer to say it. The priest looks at Austin, silently telling him to go first. Austin takes a deep breath and begins. "Ally... I love you. You may not know this, but... I pretty much have loved you ever since we first met. When our parents told us we should get married, I was ecstatic. Are you proud of me? I used a big word," he says. I giggle and nod. "Anyway, when I said I'd been waiting my whole life to kiss you, I meant it. And my heart was racing during every second my lips were on yours. Every time I'm around you, I have a mini heart attack and you take my breath away. Without you, I never would have been able to write that song. Or any song, for that matter. I know this sounded corny, but it came from my heart and I love you."

I smile, wanting to kiss him right then. The priest looks at me. Ally's turn. Uh, oh. I look up into Austin's eyes... and remember every single words. "I have something to confess to our parents. Five weeks ago, I hated you." Everyone gasps. Austin swallows and looks down a little. I take one of my hands out of his and use it to lift his chin up. "Don't worry. I love you now." He smiles and his eyes sparkle. "I hated you. Then we started spending more time together and... well... I slowly fell for you. And I'm glad I did, because, if I hadn't, we'd have gone on living our sad, pathetic lives alone. You'd still be getting cheated on and I'd still be getting stalked. But now we're together and... you'll always be my Aiden."

Austin smiles and, when the priest says to, slides my wedding band onto my left ring finger. And I slide his onto his left ring finger. "You may now kiss the bride." Austin pushes my veil back, his hand lingering a moment or two on my bow. We put our hands and arms in the usual places: My arms around his neck, his hands on my waist. And we kiss each other deeply. We pull away and everyone claps and cheers. We take a few pictures and walk back down the aisle. holding hands. We decided we weren't going to have a dinner after the wedding. I mean, why buy a whole bunch of food that no one's going to eat? People begin filing out behind us.

"I'm gonna go change," I tell Austin. He smiles, nods, and I walk to the changing room and where Trish and my mom help me out of the wedding dress. Once I'm out, Trish leaves. Something about Dez. I slide into my after-wedding dress (a red, knee-length dress with a V-neck and short sleeves.) We're going to dinner at a restaurant of Austin and I's choice.

I walk outside, smiling to myself. Reality just hit me and I'm happy about it. I am Mrs. Ally Marie Moon. I am no longer a Dawson, but a Moon. I look up, eyes searching for Austin... and it's like I'm being punched in the stomach. Everyone's already cleared out, in their cars or already starting their drive home. Dad and... Dad-In-Law (it's going to take me a while to get used to something like that) are still in the Men's dressing room, probably gathering their things. Mom and... Mom-In-Law (I think I'll just call them Mom #2 and Dad#2) are in the Women's dressing room, probably trying to figure out how to get the wedding dress back home. And I think Trish and Dez are inside the church.

But Austin. Austin Monica Moon is out here, kissing Cassidy. Her arms are around his neck (that's my usual place, you bitch) and Austin's hand are on her waist. They aren't on the small of her back, but they're resting on the sides of her body. Tears well up in my eyes. My mom thought I'd get emotional so they put water-proof mascara on me. Well, I got emotional, but these aren't tears of joy. I fall to my knees and dig my fingers into the dirt. Damn it, Ally, you should've known. He's a jerk. That's all he is. Not the lovable, childish, adorable, sweet, romantic Austin you thought he was. A jerk. That's all he was, all he is, and all he'll ever be.

I stand up and start to walk away. God, these heels are kidding me. I take them off and throw them to the ground. My mom will probably see them and pick them up when she comes out.

"Hey!" I hear Cassidy call out. "Don't shove me! That's rude, Austin!"

"Ally, wait!" Austin cries. "It's not what it looks like, I swear! She—"

"Austin, don't," I say. "Just don't." I wipe my tears and continue walking.

"Ally, no, I'm not going to 'don't.' That didn't make any sense but you know what I'm talking about!" he exclaims. "Ally, I love you. I married you. I'm going to—Would you get off of me?" Austin seemed to just realize that Cassidy was clinging to his waist. He wiggles out of her grasp and walks toward me. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. Not Cassidy. You know how strong she is. She was holding me to her. I couldn't get away. But when I heard your shoes hit the ground, I knew it was you. I got a burst of adrenaline. Ally, you have to believe me."

"Why do you want her to believe you when we can be together?" Cassidy asks. "Come here." I don't even watch as she kisses him again. Suddenly, I hear a slapping noise instead of a kissing sound. I know Austin didn't hit her. He's above hitting a girl, I know. I open my eyes and see Trish with her hand hovering over Cassidy, about to slap her again.

"Would you like to do the honors, Ally?" Trish asks me. She puts Cassidy in a headlock. "Come on, punch her just once."

I'm going to enjoy this. I walk over to her. I raise my fist as Cassidy tries to get out of Trish's grasp. I hesitate, never having punched anyone before besides Austin. But I have good reason. "This is for cheating on Austin," I say firmly and I punch her cheek, making her head snap to the left. "And this is for kissing my husband." I raise my hand again and slap her head back to the right. I feel kind of bad for hitting her, but she deserved it. "Now get out of here!" I shout. Trish lets her go and Cassidy runs through the parking lot.

"We're okay, right?" Austin asks me, sliding an arm around my waist.

"I dunno," I tease. "Maybe if you give me a kiss." I tap my cheek. He grins, shakes his head, and kisses my lips.

"For you, my wife," he says, taking the flower from his pocket and placing it in my hand.

"Thank you, my husband," I say. "And for you." I take the bow from my hair, watching my bangs fall back into my eyes, and tie it in his hair, making him look like a retard who just escaped from a mental hospital. "You look lovely."

"Thank you," he says, kissing my cheek. "Let's go." He holds his arm out to me and I loop mine through it. "You coming, Trish? It's free for you!"

"Yeah, hold on," she says. "Dez! Get your butt out here!"

Dez comes running out of the church. His hair is ruffled and his cheeks are flushed. "Yeah?" he says.

"We're going out to eat with the newlyweds," she tells him. "Come on."

"Okay," he says. He walks up to Trish. I take Austin's hand. He smiles down at me. Trish and I walk in the middle of Austin and Dez.

"You know, Ally," she whispers to me, "maybe Dez does look a little like Dan." I grin and nudge her. She blushes slightly. "Oh! I made something for you two!" She opens up her purple purse, which I hadn't noticed before, and pulls out two T-shirts. She looks at the fronts then hands one to me and one to Austin. "Put them on!" Without question, I pull mine over my head. It points to Trish and says This Dork Is My Husband.

"When did we get married?" I ask her. She laughs and leads me over to the other side of Austin so that it points to him. "Ohhhh!" I giggle. Austin takes off the jacket of his suit and hands it to Dez. Then he takes off his tie and his white shirt, handing it to Dez as well. He pulls his shirt on and stands next to me. His shirt says This Dork Is My Wife and points to me.

I laugh. "Thanks, Trish, they're awesome," I tell her.

"Aw, you're welcome," she says. "They were expensive though! Like, ten bucks each."

"Why'd you have to take off your shirt and your jacket?" I ask Austin.

"Because my jacket and shirt isn't as thin as the top of your dress," he tell me, taking a bit of it between his fingers. He stares at it for a few extra moments. "But it's good that it's thin," he says with a smirk. He kisses me and I smile, kissing him back.

"Oh, get a room, you dorks!" Trish exclaims and she and Dez walk off.

Austin pulls away from me but keeps his forehead on mine. "Tonight?" he murmurs staring into my eyes.

"Eighteen," I tell him.

"Ally," he whines. "Tonight."

"Austin," I mock him. "Eighteen."

"But when you turn eighteen, we have to wait an extra month until I turn eighteen. It'll be illegal on your birthday," he tells me. "But it's totally legal right now because we're married. Tonight?"

I laugh. "Maybe."

"I'm just kidding," he says. "If you want to wait, we can wait."

I hesitate. "If you can woo me... then maybe tonight," I wink at him and start walking to the car.

He lingers in his spot for a moment before running after me. "Tonight? Maybe? Really?" he asks. I laugh and don't answer him. "What—?"

"Shh," I say to him, putting my finger on his lips.

"Yes, ma'am," he says.

"Oh, shut up," I say, rolling my eyes and laughing.

About thirty minutes later, we're sitting at a large round table in some fancy restaurant. Austin squeezes my hand as my Mom asks the awkward question: "So, what are the newlyweds going to do on their first night of marriage?"

I laugh. "Sleep," I tell her. "It's been a bit of an exhausting day. I started stressing right when I walked into the dressing room. All I need is a massage and a good night's sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be a redo of our first night as a married couple."

"You know," Austin says, "I'm an imaginarily licensed masseuse." I glance at him just in time to see him wink. I giggle quietly.

Austin and I lie in my bed, my head on his chest. "Austin?" I ask, hoping he's still awake.

"Hmm?" he murmurs sleepily. "You want that massage now?"

Huh, I'd almost forgot about that. "Well, yeah," I tell him. He sits up.

"Hold on." He walks to my bathroom and I hear the water running. I think Austin's splashing water on his face. He comes back and turns the lamp that rests on my side table on. He sits down and I sit down in his lap. He places his hands on my shoulders and begins performing magic. I moan.

"Oh, my God," I say, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. He kisses my cheek and smiles. "Oh, but, um, I was going to ask..." I take a deep breath. "Um, you promised you'd tell me about your dreams. And I thought... maybe you're ready now?"

"Ally..."

"Don't tell me you aren't ready," I say, pulling away from his amazing hands. "We've been through so much. We fell in love. We're married. I dreamed about you when I didn't even think I was in love with you—and I told you about it!" I turn around and look him in the eye. Now please... just tell me what you dream about..."

He sighs. "I wake up every night... screaming my head off. My parents think I'm having night terrors. The only time I don't scream is when I'm sleeping with you in my arms..."

"Actually, you do," I tell him. "Wait, do you mean screaming as in, actually screaming? Or screaming as in, screaming words?"

"Actually screaming," he says.

"Oh. Well, one morning when you spent the night, you told Dallas to let me go because I was yours," I say. "And I wasn't even technically yours then."

"No, I wake up screaming," he says. "And I always dream about... losing you. They vary... Sometimes, Dallas kidnaps you and by the time I get there to save you, you're... gone. Sometimes, you just... die. Once..." Austin chuckles a little. "Once, you just grew beautiful angel wings and... flew away. I didn't scream that night. I just... cried."

"You cried?" I ask, smiling. "That's cute." I kiss him briefly.

"Either way, I always lose you," he tells me. "I've been having nightmares about losing you for about six or seven years now..."

"Geez, really?" I ask. "I... That... That's so sweet. I'll never leave you. And I'm sure I can take Dallas any time of the week. And if I ever grow angel wings and leave, then I'll come back down to Earth and kill you so that we can be together again." I smile. "I promise. I love you."

"You're the best, Ally," Austin says, turning me back around and continuing to massage my shoulders. "I love you too."

"You really should be a masseuse though," I tell him. "This is amazing." I moan.

"You're the only one I'm gonna massage though," Austin says, laughing quietly.

"I hope you never have bad dreams again," I say. "We're together. And we're perfectly happy. Now let's go to sleep."

Austin kisses my shoulder, turns the lamp off, and lies down beside me. Austin laughs in my ear and I shiver, feeling his cinnamon-y breath run down my neck. "Tonight?" I laugh with him. But this is another story for another time.

****IMPORTANTE AUTHOR'S NOTE!**** (Really, you just need to read the P.S., the Random Update, and Another Update.)

Launi9, good. Maybe if the one I'm about to go to ever starts using it, you can explain to me how it works. 'Cause it's confusing to me. xD

Guest (Hello), Thank you, thank you, thank you for reminding me about Austin's dreams. I forgot all about that! But now I've written it out and I feel much better. Don't hate me for forgetting please!

Guest (Stephani-chibi), *cough, cough, cough* I KNOW THE STORY DOESN'T SEEM LIKE IT'S FINISHED BECAUSE IT ISN'T FINISHED BECAUSE SEQUEL *cough, cough, cough*

Austin and Ally Go 1 Direction, I remember when you posted this review. (Sorry that I didn't put this in Chapter 12. I meant to but I forgot.) I read the first sentence and was like, "-_- Oh, yay, someone's going to criticize me again." And I almost didn't finish reading it. But something urged me to and it really made my day. I figured you were going to tell me it was a stupid topic and that I failed miserably at writing it. But I'm really glad you liked the story and I hope you continue to read my stories! :D

1. So, as you saw, I put the wedding dress Ally was wearing as the cover of this story. And I have no idea what that woman has on her waist, but they looked like bells to me. If you know what they are and I'm not even close, then oh well. I mean, you can correct me if you'd like. And I'll probably end up changing that up there to whatever it really is.

So, sorry it's been forever, but hey, I had to make it SPESHUL. I tried to make it as long and special as I could, but I had trouble ending it so that's why the ending is all weird and Austin's all sexual and, yeah, I'm pretty annoyed with how I ended it. Like, halfway through the story, I had the perfect way to end it, but I made the mistake of not writing it down and I forgot it. Ugh. Anyhoodles, lemme know if you like it. And if you think of a better ending, put it in a review. I'll put it in here as an alternate ending or something. xD

LoVe, KeNzIe

P.S. Sorry that it's taken me so long to upload this. I finished it the other day, but I had to find something that I could combine photos with so that I could put it as the cover for this story. If I hadn't been able to, then that thingy up there wouldn't have made sense and there'd have been so many questions and ugh. Anyhoodles, it's up now and you can see Ally's wedding outfit: The bow (and I know that you can't tie back bangs like that but if you stick a bobby pin on the back, then BAM, it's a pin AND a bow), Ally's hairstyle, Ally's (and Penny's) wedding dress (I don't know if you can see the top of it but it has no straps and a kind of m-shaped top), and the shoes she borrowed from her mom. When I uploaded the picture, a little bit of the bottom got cut off, but you aren't really missing anything. There's a short train on the dress and that's the only part you can't see. And I'm sure you can imagine what the bottom of the shoes look like. I feel like I'm forgetting something, but oh, well. Enjoy.

Random Update: I'd have put this as an author's note in a new chapter, but it would've been a waste and there'd be thirteen chapters. ANYHOODLES, this is the last chapter. I wouldn't have had trouble with the ending if this wasn't the last chapter. I probably would have ended it... I don't know, somewhere else. But guys, it's over. There's nothing you can do to change that. There might be a sequel. But maybe not. It's over, everyone. Let it be... The story has moved on and... so should you... It's over. It's just... over.

Another Update: I restarted the poll again so if you wanna go vote, you can. And it would be pretty helpful for you to vote on if you want another story so... yeah... xD Thanks for reading! I've enjoyed your reviews and stuff on this story and I hope to see some new (and some of the old) faces on my next story! Later, my lovelies!