Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the songs/poems mentioned.
"So, who's the hot chick that ran out of the room when I got here?"
Scott and I stood outside the doors. Emily and Leah were arguing outside on the church steps, and I was trying to settle the confusion for Scott.
"That's Leah," I said quietly, covering my face with my hands.
"Clearwater?" his eyes widened. "No way, I grew up with her and Em. She looks completely different."
"She's been through some changes," I smiled secretively.
"Her hair…" he sighed."It used to be so long, and gorgeous, and thick. It was one of the things that made me like her. Why did she cut it?"
"Most of her changes happened after her parents died," I said sympathetically.
"When did that happen?"
"Sometime last March, maybe," I said. "I wasn't here when it happened, so I'm not really sure. We all try not to talk about it."
"She's so beautiful," he changed subjects again. "Even more so then she used to be. She looks….bolder, and stronger."
"She is," I smiled. "Bolder and stronger than she was a few months ago, I mean."
"That's good," he said. "But why are her and Em arguing?"
I strained my ears, but couldn't make out anything. That was when Emily turned and marched towards me.
"Tell everyone that we're ready." She said. "Including my maid of honor."
"Gottit," I replied instantly and walked quickly back into the church. I told the sound man to start the song that the girls and I would walk to, then exactly ten seconds after Colin and I had taken our positions that he needed to begin playing Destiny of Love, by Yiruma. When he began the track, people took their seats and everyone got ready. I made sure that all the girls walked down the line at the right moment before my turn came. Colin took his arms in mine and we walked in time to the music, just like I had practiced.
Everything was coming together.
When Emily walked down the aisle, I thought Sam might cry. He gasped when he took in her beauty, his face turning more adoring than I ever seen in it before.
And for the first time, Leah wasn't looking at Sam. She was looking at Scott, and he was looking at her.
It was perfect.
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"Bridesmaid and groomsman, Rachel Black and Scott Jameson," the announcer said. Rachel and Scott walked arm in arm through the doors into the reception hall. "Kimberly Stone and Jared Thail." Kim and Jared walked through the doors. "Best Man and Maid of
Honor, Paul Walker and Leah Clearwater." They walked through. "And the guest of honor, Samantha Uley with her escort, Colin Grey." Colin and I walked through, greeted with claps and smiles. I took my place next to Paul, where Sam would soon be sitting on the other side of me. Scott and Leah were chatting quietly.
"Finally, the people we've all been waiting for…" Sam and Emily walked through the arch to meet a thunderclap of applause and cheers, people throwing confetti. "The bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Uley!"
Sam and Emily came and sat in their spots at the head table, and the waiters and waitresses began to serve the bread and salad.
After about an hour when all the courses had been served, we began the speeches. Though, instead of speeches, Emily, Sam, Leah, and Paul had to find a poem that fit the way they felt about each other, or for Leah and Paul, how they felt to see the closest people to them get married to the perfect person.
Emily stood up first when I handed her the microphone. "Hello everyone," She said almost tearfully. "Sam is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I think that this poem really says that, so, here goes." She picked up the paper and unfolded it, clearing her throat.
"Never marry but for love;
but see that thou lovest what is lovely.
He that minds a body and not a soul
has not the better part of that relationship,
and will consequently lack
the noblest comfort of a married life.
Between a man and his wife nothing ought rule but love.
As love ought to bring them together, so it is the best way
to keep them well together.
A husband and wife that love one another
show their children that they should do so too.
Others visibly lose their authority in their families by
their contempt of one another, and teach their children to be
unnatural by their own examples.
Let not enjoyment lessen, but augment, affection;
it being the basest of passions to like
when we have not, what we slight when we possess.
Here it is we ought to search out our pleasure,
where the field is large and full of variety,
and of an enduring nature; sickness,
poverty or disgrace being not able to
shake it because it is not under
the moving influences of worldly contingencies.
Nothing can be more entire and without reserve;
nothing more zealous, affectionate and sincere;
nothing more contented than such a couple,
nor greater temporal felicity
than to be one of them"
Emily was crying by the end of it, and she softly kissed Sam when he stood up to recite his poem. He didn't say anything except his poem.
"let me be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
let me be your ford Cortina
i will never rust
if you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
you call the shots
i wanna be yours
let me be your raincoat
for those frequent rainy days
let me be your dreamboat
when you wanna sail away
let me be your teddy bear
take me with you anywhere
i dont care
i wanna be yours
let me be your electric meter
i will not run out
let me be the electric heater
you get cold without
let me be your setting lotion
hold your hair with deep devotion
deep as the deep atlantic ocean
thats how deep is my emotion
deep deep deep deep deep deep
i dont wanna be hers
i wanna be yours."
Emily was crying and smiling a bit. It was sort of funny, but extremely sweet.
Next was Paul. He stood up with a grin. "My poem, is a toast of congratulations."
He took a dramatic deep breath and began.
"Congratulations on the termination of your isolation and may I express an appreciation of your determination to end the desperation and frustration which has caused you so much consternation in giving you the inspiration to make a combination to bring an accumulation to the population."
Everyone laughed at that and he raised his glass in toast, downing all off the wine in it. "Congratulations, guys. Thanks for getting married to the perfect people; each other."
Leah stood up. "Mine is not nearly as funny, but I hope its sweet enough. Here we go."
"On your joyful wedding day,
You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
But the greatest gift you'll ever get,
A gift from heaven above,
Is love forever, ending never,
Everlasting love.
You'll share life's joy and pleasure;
You'll have plenty of that, it's true.
But love is the real treasure
For your new spouse and you.
And if life hands you challenges,
As it does to one and all,
Your love will hold you steady
And never let you fall.
Your wedding day is full of joy;
Tomorrow you cannot see.
But one thing's sure for the two of you:
The best is yet to be."
"I hope you guys treasure your love and keep it going steady for as long as you live." She raised her glass in a small toast and took small sip.
And everyone clapped.
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I think my favorite part of the wedding was the dancing.
Emily and Sam obviously went first. They danced to "Stuck on You" by Lionel Richie. It was sweet to see them both tear up as they talked quietly where no one could hear them on the dance floor.
Since Scott walked Emily down the aisle, he was going to dance with her in place of her father. They danced to "You've Got a Friend" by James Taylor. Sam and I joined them, since our mom wasn't here to dance with him, and we just combined the two dances. Sam and I chatted as we danced.
"Are you gonna be okay for a week without us?" he asked me.
"Duh," I said. "I'll have Leah with me. And you never know, maybe even Scott."
Sam grinned. "I have to admit, I was a bit surprised."
"A bit?" I said. "Only a bit?"
"I always knew she would imprint," he shrugged, then twirled me and brought me back around to him, where we turned, doing the funny little side step, back step, and all that. "I mean, the universe can't be so bad as to not give her someone."
"I think it was more of God couldn't let that happen to her," I said.
"When did you start believing in God?"
"When I met Colin," I admitted. "I know it's cheesy, but it's true. He convinced me that God made us for someone special. God made me for Colin, and Colin for me. He made you and Emily for each other, and obviously Scott and Leah for each other. In a way, it's simple."
"I see what you're saying," he assured me. "And I believe it too."
That song ended, and Sam walked back to his seat. Emily and I stayed. The bridal party would be dancing to the "Cha-Cha Slide" and the guys to the Cupid Shuffle.
We lined up in a row, Leah, Claire, and I on one side of Emily, Kim and Rachel on the other. When we were dancing, we could hear our guys calling our names and we laughed, having a good time. When the guys danced, it was even funnier, as all the guys from the pack were up there. During one point, the guys circled around Quil as he started break dancing to the song. When it was finished, everybody cheered a lot of people sat back down, including Claire and I.
She was pale, so I gently touched her arm. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good," she said. "Just tired. I think I'll rest for a good bit before I go out and burn up the dance floor with Quil. I'll have to have a lot of energy to keep up with him."
"Are you sure?" I said. "I know you don't want to be pestered, but you look exhausted."
She waved me off. "I'm fine. Your boyfriend's heading this way, I'd hurry up and claim him before someone else does."
"I can claim him all right," I grinned and stood up as he walked over. When he put his hands on my waist, I kissed him in front of everyone. He looked a little shocked, but smiled and pulled me onto the dance floor.
Time went by quickly and before I knew it, "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift came on. Colin immediately dragged me to the dance floor and we danced in the center of the crowd. At the end of the song, Collin twirled me so that my back was to him and gently kissed my shoulder. The moment felt so perfect, I never wanted to leave.
)-(
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Emily asked Claire and I, kissing our cheeks.
"We'll be fine," I insisted. "We all can cook, Leah can home school, we won't have too many parties. Claire and I will be fine. See you on Friday." We both kissed her cheeks and watched her and Sam climb into the getaway car and drive down the road, into the night.
"So," Leah said. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep."
"Right there with you, girl," Claire yawned. "I'll see you peeps later." And she and Leah walked into the house.
Standing in my shorts, tank top, and robe, I looked at the ocean in the distance. It really was gorgeous, and I was relaxed sitting on the porch, listening to it and watching it. Soon enough, Colin got off of patrol and appeared next to me.
"Hey babe," he said, wrapping an arm around me.
"Hey," I said, leaning into him. "The snow clouds have cleared. You can see the moon for once."
"I guess it's just a good day, huh?" he said. I looked up at him.
"The best day."