"Hey, Sully."

I didn't know what else to say. I didn't know what else to do. I knew that coming to the wedding meant facing my past, but… this was a bit too soon. I knew he wanted answers, and I was the only one who could give it to him. And it wasn't only Sully. Everyone craved some explanations from me; on what happened the night my mom died, where I went, why I didn't send no letters or anything.

I knew that Sully noticed the awkwardness I was feeling, because the next thing he did – it surprised me a lot.

He jogged towards me, and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, hoisting me off the ground.

And strangely enough, I enjoyed the tight hug. It felt homely. It felt great, relaxing, I don't know. It just felt like I belonged there. Me and Sully? We had a real amazing thing going on. Our relationship was almost good enough to battle against Henry and Trish's. You wouldn't have imagined a guy like him to be steady with one girl, but he did it better than any guy could.

He treated me different than the other girls.

He touched me differently.

He lusted at me differently.

He kissed me differently.

Well, this sure wasn't expected. I thought that he was going to glare at me fiercely for breaking him, something that no other girl has done. The sad thing was, he let me do it. He let me shatter his heart and leave him. And that thought made me so frustrated. Why did I do it? Like I mentioned before, I never make the right decisions.

Especially on that night.

"The Breakfast Club or St. Elmo's Fire?"

We were sitting on his couch, choosing a movie to watch for our little 'date'.

"Either. As long as Judd Nelson's in it."

"Eat my shorts, babe."

It was a typical night. Me and Sully, all alone at the house. Nothing usually happened past making out, because I knew that he respected me enough to keep it in his pants. We promised each other that we'll wait until I was ready, and I loved him for it.

As we got further into the movie, I leaned onto his shoulders, eyes glued onto the screen. I'm a real sucker for old films, and always referred to our little gang of group as The Breakfast Club. We were all stereotyped into different categories, yet still managed to stick together no matter what. Though, it was mostly just me, Sully, Trish and Henry. The best of friends, right?

I'm shocked at how carefree I used to be.

So, I thought differently. It wasn't our usual night, it was a bit different. Considering that St. Elmo's Fire was a big-time romance movie, it really got me to think. Sully was the perfect man for me. We were in love. So why was I protecting my virginity from him?

"Sully?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think of doing it? …with me?"

He seemed startled by my question. It was random, but I was curious. You never know what's going through a guy's mind, especially Sully. "Truth?" He asked, as he glanced towards me, gently caressing his hands smoothly on my cheek. I nodded lightly as I stared at his lips.

"I do think about it. But, I know y –"

I cut him off there. And with that, we had sex.

Sully seemed a bit reluctant at first, as if he wasn't sure whether I was ready or not. And truth was, I wasn't. I don't know what had gotten into me. I just… wanted him really badly. And when I got it, I was scared.

So I left first thing in the morning. That was the last time I saw him,

Until now.

It wasn't a hug anymore; he was practically smothering me. "Sully?" I breathed out in a cut-off gasp. I let out an exhausted laugh as he finally released me. A sheepish smile replaced the shocked expression as he rested one hand onto my shoulder. My heart leaped at the realization that he wasn't pissed at me for what I did. It was as if the whole weight on my shoulders jumped right off. In fact, I felt more composed.

"Hey, you look beautiful!" He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face.

My face turned a light shade of pink as I glanced down at myself. I didn't consider myself beautiful. Being surrounded by gorgeous friends all the time caused my self esteem to go lower and lower. Blame Trish and her beauty. Besides, I usually didn't dress up like this. But this weekend was the wedding; I wanted to look…rich for my best friend. And that was tough work, especially since this was a Wellington wedding. I had actually bought new dresses just for this week.

"Me? You look handsome, like always."

We both smiled at each other in silence. I sort of expected him to ignore me, to walk away, or yell at me some. But he didn't, and I was grateful. He was being real mature about this situation. After all, we were both here for Trish and Henry. And that was all that mattered right now.

"So, I had little hints about you showing up."

"Yeah?"

"Henry kept telling me that the wedding was going to 'Allcee-tistic'."

My jaw dropped at the sound of the fiancé's corny joke. "Oh my god." I laughed hard at that one. Henry sure may be cheesy, but his sweetness covered it up. "I wasn't going to believe it til I saw it, though." I pushed a strand of bangs behind my ears as I bit down on my bottom lip, nodding my head up in down.

I looked up and slowly examined him more closely this time. He had grown since the last time I saw him. His hair had gotten longer, spiking up in his normal fashion. I remember how he called it his 'roll-out-of-bed' hair, and the others just called it plain and simple – sex hair. It seemed like the suitable title for Sully. He probably worked out more often too, because his torso was more built, and that was noticeable through his thin shirt. He was an eye candy, but then again, when was he never?

"So, hey, um… Do you wanna go greet the others?"

"Um, yeah… Sure."

Sully led me to a group of people, males that I recognized all too far. There was Booth, the nerd of the group, looking a bit pale at the face; Malcolm, jolly as always, two beers held into his plump hands; and Danny, a big smile placed upon his face. They've all matured more, which was a surprise. I always expected everyone to stay the same.

They all paused what they were doing when they spotted me with Sully.

Malcolm was the first to speak up. "Woah, Allcee! You're actually here!" I grinned as I approached 'my boys'.

"I had no choice. Henry blackmailed me into coming." I joked before the gang all took turns into giving me big hugs. They didn't have the magic touch like Sully, but it worked too. It's been years.

Seven whole years.

As they all started to chat up, I half – listened to the conversation. I thought of what it would have been like if I had actually stayed. Would things be different? Would people still see me as the dead one's kid? Will I still be Allcee Hart?

Ah, who knew. Nobody knew anything anymore. The world is just so fucked up. Who went on murderous rampages anyway? What was the whole point in stringing people up in trees? Obviously, Wakefield had never been told that 'violence doesn't solve anything'.

"And so I told him, that he should just 'bug off'. Get it? Allcee? Are you even listening?"

I quickly snapped out of my train of thought as I turned towards Danny, who was staring at me, expecting a reaction from his so called 'joke'. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. "Erm, uhh…" I stuttered, embarrassment flooding my mind.

"Hey, guys. We're here!"

I turned towards Sully, who suddenly pointed his beer bottle to the entrance as the boat came to a slow stop. Henry had called out some information on where to go, and how to get there. And with that, people started to buzz out like bees. Sully turned towards me as he finished drinking his beer. "You coming?" I didn't move for a while. I just… needed to do this on my own. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll see you out there." I watched for a moment as he shrugged and headed out with the others.

I took a deep breath, as I gazed out to the island.

Home, sweet, home.

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