Chapter Eight: Nothing Like You and I

The blushing bride walked down the aisle. She was wearing all white, other then a blue pair of knickers. And that wasn't because of the "something blue" requirement, more that James had requested she wear them. Sometimes even she didn't get his dirty mind.

She greeted James there, her face looking at his. James was everything a man should be… smart, well built, has a job that pays well, he was fun to be around. Yet she couldn't help thinking about the but that she knew was there. The 'but I'm not sure I want to spend the rest of my life with him' but. She knew it even as she walked down the aisle, and even now that there was no Riggins to make her change her mind or something, she had a feeling of unease.

She looked down at her father who was standing up, looking proud. Finally, his daughter was going to marry somebody who was decent, gainfully employed and hadn't knocked her up. God, why couldn't somebody just abduct her or something? These weren't thought you want to have walking into a marriage, were they?

There she was standing there with the minister and James. She couldn't do it. "I'm sorry…" she said, near tears running out. There was heaps of dress in her hands, the silk felt nice against her. What was she doing? Why couldn't she have just came to Dillon unattached? Why couldn't she and Tim had their fantasy ever-after land….

She was beginning to realize that Lyla hadn't changed Tim, Tyra hadn't and neither had she, not really. He'd changed himself. And maybe that was what was keeping her coming back. The fact that he was a good enough guy to care to change himself. She couldn't just go through there with her magic wand and change him, no… and that made sense. She shouldn't have been able to do that.

She looked around for a pay phone, she didn't have a quarter. She'd call collect. 0-678-492-3219.

No answer. Why was life like this? She dialled again, this time to Jason's, where he might be.

Jason picked up, "Hello?"

Julie smiled. Good, atleast it wasn't Herc, who scared her to death. "Jason, hey it's Julie."

"Oh… hey Julie." there was something in his voice.

"Is Tim there?"

There was a stiff silence and then, "You don't know?"

Julie was on the edge of her seat. Didn't know what?

Back at the church, James was in a mood which could only be described in the word: Fuck. His bride had just left him. He was now completely alone. He looked down at what was going to be his father in law, Mr. Taylor who had always told him to call him Coach. Which was weird. What was with Americans and football? He then looked down at Adele, the girl who was one of Julie's bridesmaids, standing in for Kareene.

Kareene had left with Julie's rival, Lyla Garrity, to live in a lesbian commune in the Rocky Mountains. She said she didn't want to return for the wedding.

Adele was pretty, she had that Emo Chic thing going for her… so, maybe he could take his mind off of Julie?

Just then, the doors were broken open by some guy with long, uncombed hair. Adele, the girl he was currently lusting after, took one look at him and fainted.

"YOU CANT GO THROGH WITH THIS!!" the random guy yelled, and then said, "Wait, where's Julie?"

A/N: Short I know! I hope you all liked it. As you can see, I left you on a cliff hanger.