HII! I KNOW THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS I'VE POSTED I HAVEN'T SAID A WORD I'VE JUST POSTED IT, ITS BECUASE I WAS IN A RUSH AND FELT BAD THAT I NEVER POSTED THEM. I POST ON ANOTHER SITE, LIKE I'VE MENTIONED BEFORE AND I REALIZED I WAS AHEAD OVER THERE AND BEHIND HERE, SO AFTER THIS POST IT WILL ALL BE EVEN. ANYWAY I ALSO NEVER SAID THAT CHAPTER 17, WHERE MILEY COMES HOME AND EVERYONE GETS PLASTERED, IT WAS WRITTEN I'M SURE AS MANY OF YOU NOTICED AWKWARDLY. THAT WAS BECUASE I WAS WRITING IT IN A WAY TO SHOW HIS PROGRESSION OF DRUNKENESS. SO I'M SURE IF YOU WENT BACK AND RE-READ IT, THINGS WOULD MAKE MORE SENSE. (JUST AN IDEAD) ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH BECUASE YOU HAVE STUCK WITH ME, I KNOW I'VE SUCKED RECENTLY WITH POSTING, BLAME IT ON SENIOR YEAR. ALRIGHT HERE IS A FLASHBACK ONLY CHAPTER I'M PRETTY SURE YOU WILL LOVE. :D
FLAHSHBACK:
My right hand reached up to push my curls out of my wide and drifting eyes. The twenty or so people in the small dark wood covered room, each shinning face of my brothers made my hands self consciously wipe sweat onto the rich black fabric over my body. Catching the smile and slight tear in my mom's eye I swallowed hard, we had made it. . It was perfect this way, just me standing up here, and them all watching, that's how our love was; you could really only watch, no one outside of Miley and myself could understand our love. Most days we could barely grasp it, but we knew it was ours, and we knew it was solid; it's why I was standing here. Her family sat diagonal from me, brothers and sisters and Tish, Billy Ray was missing of course, back with Miley. A few rows filled behind each family, just enough people here, enough to make this feel real but not too many, the familiar faces smiling back at me. Leaning over occasionally to other familiar faces to say words I didn't care to hear, none of it mattered. My eyes kept floating from face to face, wall to wall, suddenly a strong hand clamped down on my right shoulder.
"Nick." My father's voice whispered in my ear, bringing me out of my daze.
Suddenly the sound of music washed over me as I realized the large black and gold doors had already swung open. She was coming. "Wow." I muttered, and I heard my dad chuckled behind me as Miley and Billy Ray turned the corner and suddenly I had tunnel vision as nothing but her face and the white lace covering her perfect body slowly stepped towards me.
"She is something son," His hand hadn't left my shoulder, as he leaned in to whisper again.
"She's mine." I stated to the still air around me. My body buzzed with excitement, mixing with the feelings of a dream, everything felt surreal. With each step closer, her beauty grew the white lace so intricate I don't think I could ever see its real beauty. The material clung to her with every step she took, there was no princess poof to the dress it was straight to the floor, and not insanely long. It was Miley in a dress form, too much but not enough at the same time, everything you would expect at first glance but after closer inspection nothing you thought. She was perfect, and suddenly her hand was placed in mine through a smiling Billy Ray. His face has never beamed so greatly.
As my dad lead our vows, words flew from mine and Miley's mouths, and while I'm sure there were smiles and tears from the pews my eyes couldn't leave Miley's for the briefest of moments to see the rest of the room.
Her mouth finally curved into an "I do" and I flew into a kiss before dad could give permission. We stayed like that locked, in a moment so strong, and electrifying I forgot why we were kissing. Then my mind reminded me we were married, we were standing in a small church way off in small town Tennessee and the kiss intensified again. In the back of my mind I heard giggles start to arise and I pulled away, the sheepish grin on her face I'm sure reflecting the one on mine.
Finally my eyes moved to the small crowd in the pews and I saw Joe standing amongst a sitting back round, "Wow guys, tears really tears. But honestly I think that a five minute make out session is enough. PAAARTTTYYY" his hands clapping as he spoke, creating echo's across the wooden walls.
Miley's freely hanging waves shook back and forth at her other best friend, as she laced her hand through mine, pulling me down the isle like a little kid. Racing through the church to the quiet sunny day, our day.