A/N: Yo peoples! I think this is gonna be a two-shot. (updated 10/12/12 I changed my mind. This shall be normal.)

*Disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own PJO, Speak Now, or any characters except for Mariah. If I did, then I would be living in a house in San Antonio, TX, with a wife and two sons. That's not ever going to happen, just saying. At least, not the 'wife ' part.

Katie POV:

As I ran through the halls of a church that I had never been to before, tears silently streamed down my face. I was proud of myself for having the guts to do that, I really was.

But Travis's face, after four years, was just a little too much to bear.

"sorry," I muttered to an older lady walking down the hall with a large vase full of beautiful flowers in it. I made it past her without bumping in to her and causing the flowers to fall, thank the gods.

I turned around, watching her leave. Then I realized something.

I was lost.

Who knew someone could be so lost in this building? A breeze swept over me as I stared around the room.

A breeze…

Wow. How could I have missed that? I turned around and sprinted out the open door behind me, into the freash air that filled me up with momentary happiness. I was free, out of that dim, dark church with rotting wood for doors and wilting flowers.

Behind me was a park, and I happily skipped into it, following the paths to a deep, secluded spot with only one bench. It would be perfect, if Travis came after me.

In the meantime, I started growing some wild mustard, poppies, daisies, tulips, any flower I could think of.

I waited there for almost two hours.

Five more minutes, I told myself. Five more minutes and I will leave. Not just this park, but New York as well.

I would move to Canada, where they had a beautiful botanical garden complete with a huge butterfly garden*. I could study botany there, as well as horticulture.

I could learn to do it for a living.

As I was engrossed in these spots, I didn't notice anyone was around until I heard a twig snap right next to my ear. I whirled around, looking for the intruder.

It was Travis. He was holding a broken stick in his hand, and he didn't have a ring on any of his fingers. I just stared, wondering why he took so long.

I watched his face fall as he saw my lack of reaction. That snapped me back to my senses – well, as much back to my senses as a twenty-two year old hormonal girl who just stopped a freaking wedding for her ex boyfriend could be.

I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around him and crying into his shoulder. His strong arms squeezed me closer to him, hugging the tears out of me.

"what took you so long? I almost thought you wouldn't come," I asked him after a few minutes. I wiped snot from my nose and tears from my eyes, but my voice held steady.

"oh, you know, just casually strolling in the park in a random tux, only to go back to a church that had appeared out of nowhere, and get changed without being caught by Bridezilla who apparently thinks I'm her long lost almost-husband." I laughed at his description of the past two hours.

"Not to mention being chewed out by a goddess who has a freaky obsession with cereal. Apparently, her daughter wanted to see me? So here I am," he finished cheekily.

"sorry my mom got mad at you. But you know, it was a mutual breakup. We both thought the other had cheated," I said reasonably. Gods, I was starting to sound like Annabeth.

"you sound like Annabeth," he said. I stared at him in shock. "That's what I was just thinking!"

His eyes widened the tiniest bit, and I saw them flick down to my lips for a millisecond before meeting mine again.

Blushing, I realized I was still on his lap with my arms around his neck.

"I should've done this a long time ago," he breathed as we both leaned closer and closer, our eyes now firmly locked on the other's lips.

When his mouth finally touched mine after four long years of waiting in regret, I felt a shock go through me as if Thalia had just zapped me. It wouldn't have been the first time, either.

It started off slow, but soon we engaged our passion and it was like my walls of ice that I had slowly built up were melting as quickly as I could blink.

We stayed that way, just sitting there and kissing, for a good while before coming up for air. I scooted off his lap, and his bright blue eyes followed me. I blushed, thinking, did he really call off his own wedding for me?

"Thank you," he said quietly while we both calmed our breathing. I smirked.

"For what? Kissing you after four years of no contact or forcing you to come after me when I sang in front of everyone because if you didn't you would look like an insufferable jerk?" I said all in one breath.

"Neither, actually. Although I suppose the kissing is good, so thanks for that too. But what I meant is thank you for singing."

"Well, Travis, that was the other option, you know," I said in a teasing tone. He was much easier to talk to now.

"No, I meant just for singing. You have a beautiful voice, Katie-Cat."

"Well, thank you very much for the compliment, Travis," I said. "Thanks a lot."

I am starting to love how this day turned out.

Vale, mi amigos.

That was Latin and Spanish. Gods, I'm going crazy for some reason. BYE!