A/N: Second to last chapter. Yeah, yeah. Okay, so excitement, I'm gonna give you a little info about the sequel. It doesn't involve Delilah or Joe at all. FTW!? Yeah, I know. But don't worry, it will be good... hopefully. Thank you guys so much for reading the shit out of this, and reviewing it like crazy. It means soo much to me, you have no clue. I'm so happy I can write something that people like, so when I get good feedback like this, my heart swells. The second I finish posting this, "Last Call" will be posted. Also, "Just A Phase" is up, which is actually pretty cool, I guess. It's based on a dream and I'm totally rambling. ANYWAY ENJOY & THANKS AGAIN!

LET THE CHAMPAGNE SPLASH

It had been six days and two hours since I had spoken to any of the Jonas's. I had gotten passed the initial depression of the break-up, spending three of those days locked in my room with enough food to kill someone and a tissue supply that could outlast my life. All of that was gone by the time the wedding came around, mind you. And now I stood in the small trailer my sister had rented for her bride's maids, adjusting the corseted bust of my bright red gown while complete panic washed over me.

First of all, Ashley was getting married. Who the hell would ever expect that to happen? Everyone had shown up, even my parents and their army friends. It was amazing how packed the beach scene set-up Ashley paid the town way too much for was. Every chair was filled, with people standing in the back. And don't forget the Jonas half. It seemed their family had come from everywhere.

Secondly, Joe would be walking me down the isle. Obviously, I wasn't marrying him. But we had been set-up to walk together from the beginning. I had tried my best to avoid him after two days of non-stop calling and texting, even ditching out on the rehearsal dinner and getting completely wasted instead. But now, I couldn't avoid him.

Good thing I looked absolutely stunning. Even though I hadn't been fitted for the dress, Ashley had gotten mine sized perfect. The bright red cotton of the billowy sundress grabbed my body in all the right places, cinched slightly at the waist before flowing out and hitting my knees. My usually simple brown locks had been loosely curled, lying lazily over my shoulders. Even the make-up was amazing, the red and brown hues giving me the perfect natural beauty look. Match that with black Mui Mui wedged heels, and you've got yourself one hell of a looker.

At least if Joe wasn't looking, everyone else would be.

"Dee, fifteen minutes," I heard Marianette, one of my sister's many bridesmaids, call from the door of the trailer.

"Got it," I called back quickly, grabbing my bouquet of red roses from the vanity mirror and heading out. As soon as my feet hit the sand, someone body slammed me, knocking me over in a jumbled mess. "What the fuck?"

"Delilah Hart, watch your language!" I opened my eyes to see Nick looming over me, smiling like a giddy five-year old. Though I was still very pissed at him, I couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter, forcing him off of me. He helped me up, dusting off my dress. Suddenly, his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Get off me, Jonas!" I tried to sound angry, but it just came out making me sound like a giddy teenaged girl. He loosened his grip, keeping one arm firmly around my waist and walking me toward the large white tent set up for the reception. I was too tired from avoiding Nick to even try to pull away now.

Inside the tent, the party planner was barking orders in every direction as hordes of people ran around frantically. It was almost too much commotion, until I saw him. On the opposite side of the tent stood Joe, looking better then ever in a sleek black Armani tux with red accents and tie. We were supposed to match, obviously, but something about the way we looked just screamed be together!

All right, maybe that was just Nick whispering in my ear but still, we did match perfectly. And Joe was making his way towards us.

Just when I thought he was actually about to stop and talk to me, he just scoffed, giving Nick a disapproving look.

"Slumming it with the whore again, Nick? I thought you were better then that." His words stung like pouring salt in a fresh wound. Nick removed his arm from my waist, using his hand to stop Joe in his path.

"Uncalled for, asshole. She didn't do shit, and you know it. Bella even admitted to it." I could tell Nick was trying to whisper, but I still heard every word. Joe knew, and he was still treating me like this! I couldn't take it any longer.

"Don't worry about me Nick. Joe's just mad because for once in his life, he actually had a real chance to be happy, with someone who loved him, and he fucked it up." I was on a roll as I took in a long breath, ready to start again. "It's pathetic that he's still hanging on to this, but who are we to blame him? I mean, come on, it was my fault I gave you a goodbye kiss so I could leave the club to screw his brains out. I should really just go stick my head in the bonfire down the beach." I turned to walk away, but the feeling of the firm, callused fingers wrapping themselves around my wrist stopped me. Joe tugged me back, giving me a hard look. By now, Nick was laughing.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Delilah?"

"I'm the girl who's in love with a stupid asshole. Now who are you Joe? The guy who loves her back, or the idiot who won't trust her even though he knows the truth?" I hadn't meant to say that, really, but now that I had, it felt good. I looked up at the two boys, both who were staring back at me in disbelief. Suddenly, I felt accomplished.

I turned on my heel, ready to walk away with my head held high, but a force stopped me again. This time it was someone's hands forcing themselves on my waist. They leaned close; their breath was hot against my neck as they whispered in my ear.

"The guy who loves her back," Joe whispered huskily into my ear. I turned around in his arms, my lips colliding with his. There was so much sexual tension in that kiss; I was surprised I wasn't clawing at his belt buckle. My hands found their way into the waistband of his pants, skimming the edge of his skin without making a public scene. Meanwhile, Nick was standing there awkwardly.

"The wedding is about to start, you know…" I heard Nick, but I didn't acknowledge him. I was too busy forcing my tongue down Joe's throat. Suddenly, a pair of hands forced us apart. An angry Kevin was connected to them.

"I know this is a good reunion or whatever, but fuck later, okay? I'm getting married. Get your asses over there, alright?" Kevin had apologized to me right after Joe had stormed out of the apartment, but here I was feeling his wrath again. I stepped as far away from Joe as possible, my whole body longing to go back. Just get through the wedding, and you'll be fine. That's all I had to keep saying over and over and I would be fine.