"I say shotgun, you say wedding, shotgun wedding, shotgun wedding." Time To Dance – Panic At The Disco

Epilogue

It was three months. Three months since the fateful night I met Shane Gray. And he hadn't even talked to me at all. No texts, no calls; it was as if he had forgotten me. Considering it was nine at night and he normally texted me all the time. Not only that, but I knew he didn't have a show that night. So, where the fuck was he? I was seriously thinking of calling him myself, but I couldn't as I was at work and Gus was okay with us answering calls, but not calling ourselves.

I heard Nicole call me into the bar area as I had been sulking in the kitchen. I slouched my way over, my sadness showing in my every little move.

"Mitchie, stop pouting and get over here." She said when I walked through the door.

"What do you want?" I asked when I reached her and Laura, well, more grumbled than said.

"Cheer up; we have a customer for you to serve." Laura said, shooting a look at Nicole, and then giggling.

"Why can't one of you do it?" Some thing was very fishy about this.

"Because he wants you," Nicole stated with a giggle. What was with all the giggling?

"How do you know this?"

"He said, and I quote 'I want Mitchie!'" Laura explained

"He simply wouldn't let me take his order. Table twelve." Nicole said, giving me a push. I slowly walked away. This reminded me of something, but I couldn't remember what.

As I approached the table, I saw a head of hair that looked familiar. And then it hit me. Nicole and Laura used to push me into serving Shane when he came in when we first met. Shane always used to sit at table twelve. And that wonderful looking hair was just the same as his.

I swear I felt my heart stop. Shane was here. Shane was actually here. Sitting at the exact same table he sat the night we met. Exactly three months ago. Holy shit. This was one of the reasons I loved him: his spontaneity.

I had to stop myself from screaming and attacking him. Jesus, seeing just the back of his head in person made me realise how much I had missed him. When he wasn't with me, but was trying to communicate with me whenever he could, I couldn't feel it. I didn't Google him or YouTube footage from his present tour so that I could prevent myself from missing him too much. But just seeing him again showed how much I had been suppressing. I actually felt properly happy. My heart felt whole. I could feel a smile spreading across my lips.

Shane didn't forget about me. He was here.

I pulled myself together; acting like there was nothing unordinary going on. I slowly walked up to the table, but it was more of a creeping up slow than a depressed slow.

"What can I get you?" I asked in an even tone.

"I'll have an Americano please." He said in that voice; the voice I hadn't heard in just over two months. I could feel my smile growing. I could see his cheeks twitching too.

"Will that be all?"

"No, but I can't say it out loud." He said, still not looking up at me.

"Okay, have my pad." I put my pad and pen on the table. He grabbed my and as I placed them down. He ran his thumb across the ring which I was still wearing on my finger. He let out what I would call a content sigh. He let go of my hand and picked up my pad. He hid what he was writing me. I watched as he slid it back. He hadn't spoken a word to me as more than a waitress. I picked up the pad and looked what he had written. For the second time that night, my heart seemed to stop. I was speechless.

I love you. Marry me?

"I-I-I..." I trailed off. He looked at me then with a hopeful smile on his face. "I don't know what to say." I kind of collapsed into the seat opposite him. I started to twist his ring around my finger: my new nervous habit.

"Yes would be nice." He said anxiously.

"I-I-I... don't know Shane. This is a big question. I just, I want to say yes. I really do, but there are so many reasons to say no. It's not that I don't love you, because I do, and it's not that I don't want to marry you, I do at some point. But is it the smartest thing to do right now?"

"We can sort all that stuff out later. I can tell that youre thinking on the logical side of things. Answer me three questions, Mitchie. Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to marry me?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ready to marry me right now?"

"I think so."

"Then fuck logical thought. We can deal with the consequences later. Marry me, Mitchie, marry me. I haven't been thinking about it long. I knew from the beginning that I would make you my wife, but when I was coming here, all I could think was that I didn't want to refer to you as anything but my wife. I want a wife to come home to. I know we're young, but love comes whenever. I want to jump on this. Say yes, please." I bit my lip and took into account all that he was saying. Everything he said was right. I was only coming up with reasons not to get married because my old fears were rearing their ugly heads. I wasn't going to let them win though.

"Okay." I said quietly.

"What?" Shane asked, not quite believing what I said.

"Yeah Shane, I'll marry you." His whole face lit up. He was the picture of happiness.

"Okay, I've wanted to do this all night. I can't hold back anymore." He glided around the booth and pulled me into one of the most mind-numbing kisses I've ever had.

I was getting married.

"Let's do it tonight." He whispered against my lips.

"Okay." Now that I was going to marry him, I had just decided to go with whatever felt right to me.

"When does you shift finish?"

"An hour; same with Laura and Nicole. I want them there."

"If Nate and Jase weren't in LA right now, they would be here. Okay, you finish your shift and I'll get the rings. I'll come get you in two hours. That gives me enough time to sort everything out and you to get ready. Is that alright?"

"Perfectly fine with me."

"Better get started then." We both stood up and walked to the door. He kissed me one last time. "That's two hours, don't be late, Future Mrs. Gray."

"I won't be late, if anything, I'll be early."

"Bye." He pressed a kiss to my forehead before leaving. I returned to the bar counter. I felt like I was flying. I was getting married, and very soon at that. I was going to be Mrs. Shane Gray. There would be no more tabloid speculation about who Shane was with.

"Okay, is it me, or is she glowing, Nic?" Laura commented when I returned.

"Oh, she's definitely glowing. Where's he gone?"

"He's running some errands." I said with a smirk. "So, you two need to come to mine after work."

"Why?" They both asked.

"Because you need to help me get ready and find something to wear."

"And why's that?" Nicole questioned.

"Got a date?" Laura chimed in.

"Something like that. Also you need to come with Shane and me." They both shot me a confused look. "We need witnesses." Even more bewildered looks. "And I need bridesmaids." Queue the dropping of the penny. And the screaming. This was going to be a long night But fuck, it was going to be worth it.

"You may now kiss the bride." The Elvis impersonator announced. Shane grabbed me around the waist and planted his lips on mine for our first marital kiss. I heard the squeals behind me. I turned around and smiled at my two best friends. I think they were more excited than me. But when it finally set in that I was married I was going to be an exploding ball of happiness.

It wasn't the classiest of places to get married. Yeah, I always dreamed of getting married at a 24-hour chapel since I was a little girl. I'm kidding, if you didn't pick up on my sarcasm. But, too be honest, I didn't care. I didn't need a big service with all the over-the-top crap. All I needed was the man I loved and my two best friends. I was Mitchie Gray by law now. The marriage contract had been signed. I was a Mrs. Me and Shane were definitely official. I didn't have to worry about people getting between us anymore, nothing could break us now. I wouldn't let it. I trusted Shane with my heart. I knew from talking to him for many hours on the phone and him thinking that we could do that whole marriage thing that he wouldn't intentionally break my trust.

He proposed to me properly outside the chapel with the most amazing ring. It was nothing ridiculously decorative or anything. It had a large diamond in the middle with a small diamond on either side. It was white gold. Shane knew that I hated gold jewellery, which is why our wedding rings were also white gold. I loved how the diamonds caught the Vegas lights.

"Let's go home." Shane whispered into my ear.

"Home?" This was one of the issues I had about us getting married: where would we live?

"Technically it's your apartment, but I fully intend on moving in with you."

"But what about the band?"

"We can make it work. Look at the Lostprophets, half of them live in LA and half of live in London they make it work. I'm not going to have you pick up and leave the place you're accustomed to. I'm Shane Gray; I can do what I want, within reason."

"Don't get cocky." I playfully clapped his shoulder.

"Sorry."

"Okay, let's go home." He grinned. "Are you two alright for getting home?" I asked, directing my attention to my friends.

"Yeah, have a great night Mitchie." Laura winked at me. I blushed.

"Stop blushing Mitchie. It makes you look like a virgin and we all know you haven't been one of those in a long time."

"Shut up Nic." I said after her comment. I ran towards them and engulfed the in a group hug. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, now go and fucking consummate that marriage of yours, silly girl." Laura said, pushing me towards Shane. "We both know you're itching to jump him, so get out of here." I didn't need telling twice. I waved at them before returning to my husband. God, I loved saying that. My husband. Shane, my husband. Shane Gray, husband of Mitchie Gray. It made me inwardly sigh.

"Come on my darling wife. We could be doing much better things." He winked at me.

As Shane signalled a taxi, I looked at his ring; the same one I wore on my ring finger. His old ring now rested on a chain around my neck. My fingers had no room for three rings. I looked down at the sparkling diamond. Oh, it certainly looked amazing in this city. I didn't ever want to know how much Shane spent on the beautiful piece of jewellery. It probably cost more than my apartment.

"Mitchie," Shane called, awakening me from my thoughts. He was stood next to a taxi. I raced past him and slid into the cab. He sat next to me, grabbed my hand and kissed me slowly.

"I've got to call the guys. They're never going to believe that I'm married." I grinned up at him before kissing him. Well, he was legally mine now. He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He dialled Nate.

"Hey Nate, are you with Jase?... Put it on speakerphone then." He pulled the phone away and did what he told Nate to do. "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I have some news for you both."

"Oh, what? Did you get me a birdhouse?" I heard Jason ask. I had never met Jason, just talked to him.

"Uh, no. I'm moving to Vegas." He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

"What? Since when? You don't have to move just to see your girlfriend." Nate said, sounding a little panicked.

"I don't have a girlfriend anymore."

"She broke up with you?"

"No." This had me sniggering.

"You broke up with her? I thought you loved her. Why are you moving to Vegas if youve broken up."

"Nate, Mitchie and I haven't broken up." Shane explained very slowly, as if Nate was stupid.

"Well, if she's not your girlfriend anymore, what is she?"

"Jeez Nate, he's trying to tell you that they're engaged. Even I caught onto that." Jason said, making Nate sound like even more stupid.

"Not quite Jase. We were engaged... for two hours."

"What the fuck Shane? You got married?" Nate exclaimed.

"Yeah, about fifteen minutes ago."

"And you didn't invite us? Nice to know where we stand." I couldn't tell if Nate actually meant that or was being sarcastic.

"I would have had you there, but you're in LA and we wanted to get hitched as soon as possible."

"So, I'm guessing you won't be at tomorrow night's awards show then?" Nate suddenly went into business mode.

"What do you take me for Nate? Do you really think I would be able to keep my hands off my gorgeous wife that long?"

"Do you want to postpone some of the dates?"

"If that's possible. There's something else I want to talk to you two about, but if Mitchie heard my plans she would kick up a fuss." What?

"Why, what are you doing?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. If you think I'll have issues with it, then it matters."

"Well I already spoke to you about it, and you weren't happy about it, but I want to do it."

"What is it? If it's something you feel strongly about, then I'll support you." Shane sighed.

"Alright, I want to stop being so involved with the band. I don't want to quit, but I don't want to so all the promotional shit anymore, and I don't want to tour so much."

"Okay," Nate took it in his stride. "Are you sure?"

"Extremely, I mean, we can keep releasing new stuff and all that, but the rock star life isn't what I want anymore."

"Alright, I kind of feel the same way. You both know I've been working on some solo stuff." Nate admitted.

"Yeah, and I've been wanting to settle down properly with Jenny for a while now." Jason spoke up.

"I think we're ready to slow down. We'll talk properly when we're together again." My husband said, beginning to tie up the conversation.

"Right, I just want to say congratulations you two. I never thought that Shane would be the frist of us to get married."

"Gee thanks Nate." Shane said sarcastically.

"In all seriousness, thank you Nate." I echoed Shane, but seriously.

"Yeah, I haven't met you yet Mitchie, but you're good for Shane. Nate and I owe you a lot."

"It's nothing guys. Nate, after you hang up, you better call Laura; your girlfriend misses you."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay guys, we're almost home and I don't think youll want to hear whats going to happen next. So bye guys." My other half trailed off.

"Bye Shane."

"Love you man." Shane hung up the phone before turning to me.

"It's our wedding night Mrs. Gray."

"That it is." Shane kissed me softly then paid the cab driver. I went and said a quick greeting to Gus before we went upstairs.

Shane carried me into the house – bridal style, of course. As soon as he shut the front the door, I manoeuvred myself to be wrapped around his front. I kissed him forcibly. He turned us around and pushed me up against the door. My hands clutched his hair. Slowly, Shane walked us to my bedroom. Or was it our bedroom now? How was this going to work out? Would Shane move in here? Or would we get a new house? My lat was barely big enough for me, what if we decided to have kids and still lived here? Shane and I had a lot of talking to do.

He tripped over a box in my room it was all my clothes from my old jobs. Shane pulled away from me to see what he'd done. He noticed the clothes that he'd kicked over.

"You're going to have to model those for me some time."

"I'm never wearing them again."

"We'll just have to buy you some other stuff then."

"Perv." I said, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"That may be, but I'm allowed, Mrs. Gray."

"Say that again." I smiled.

"I love you, Mrs. Gray." He began to kiss every inch of my face except my lips.

"Then show me Shane."

"Oh I will, I'll have you screaming my name."

"Stop describing it and fucking do it already otherwise I'll have to fix my issues myself."

"Oh, there'll be none of that." He threw me onto the bed. "I'm the only one who can fix your issues. Although when I'm not here, I'm going to have to insist that you call me if you need to fix yourself." He crawled towards me. His eyes were almost black with lust.

"Phone sex? I didn't realise you were so kinky. Anything else you haven't told me?"

"I plan to make love to you all night."

"Better get started then."

I woke up alone in my bed the next morning. I panicked, thinking it was all a dream. But then I heard something being fried in my (our) kitchen and smelt bacon. A smile spread across my lips. It wasn't a dream; I was married to Shane. And fuck, my body hurt. I crawled out of the bed and went to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. I pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen and slammed back two pills. I returned to the bedroom and pulled on the shirt I had thrown off Shane the night before. Shane was whistling as he placed the food he had been cooking onto a plate on a tray. He turned and saw me.

"Aw, Mitchie, you ruined my surprise. I was going to bring breakfast in bed." He said as he smiled at me. He walked over and wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Morning."

"Morning," he said before kissing me on the lips. I grinned at him when he pulled away.

"I love you." I said before I returned to my (our – God I really needed to learn to say that) bedroom. I snuggled under the covers and Shane brought through the tray, which held my breakfast and his. Although I don't know if it could be called breakfast as I didn't know that time and we only got to sleep at six or something. He got in next to me and placed the tray in front of us before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"You look so gorgeous in my shirt and your hair all mussed up. And I've just realised that you've put on weight."

"I have?!" Shit, how did I do that? I hadn't changed my diet or anything and I didn't eat a lot. I went to the gym twice a week. So how had I put on weight?

"Yeah, but don't worry about it, you look better. And I swear your boobs are bigger."

"Shane," I said, hitting him on the shoulder." Suddenly a wave of nausea hit me after my quick movement. I clapped a hand to my mouth until the feeling passed away.

"Babe, what's up?" Shane asked worriedly when he saw my queasy look.

"Nothing, just had a random sick feeling, it's gone now though." I picked up my fork and scooped up some of the scrambled eggs my husband had made. "Shane, these are fucking amazing." I moaned.

"I aim to please." He said with a smirk.

Shane's fingers ran through my hair as we watched the awards show that he had missed to go on our honeymoon. It wasn't really our honeymoon; that was going to happen when Shane got back from his tour. He was planning it, of course. This was just us having a break from our lives and spending all our time with each other. We hadn't left bed that day, except to get my laptop. Shane was not impressed when he saw that I had no TV. He declared that he would buy me one as half of his wedding present to me. God knows what the other half was. But that brought me to a problem: what could I get him? I asked him and like a gentle man he said that I was all he wanted. That's it Shane, make it more difficult.

Connect 3 were nominated for Best Band and that was up next, after a performance from Lady GaGa. Shane clutched my hand as the presenters went up to the podium. Even though he was slowly going to break away from music, it still meant a lot to him.

"And the winner is..." I hate when they have those pauses, like in reality shows it's like tell them already for fuck's sake. "Connect 3!" Shane broke into a smile before kissing me.

"Congrats baby, you deserve it."

"Have you even listened to our music?"

"Check my iTunes, and then look at the t-shirt folded up in my drawers – the only t-shirt folded up." I smirked.

"Aw, you're a fan, how cute."

"Shut up and watch your friends." Nate and Jason walked up to the podium with their versions of Shane's smile.

"Thank you so much for this award. Shane would be here as well, but he's on his honeymoon." Oh God, that's going to start a media circus. There was a hushed murmur of shock from the audience. "Yeah, he got married last night. It's thanks to his wife that we got this award, to be honest. It's thanks to her that Shane changed. He was acting up when they met, but straight after that he stopped. His attitude was putting a strain on the band and we were close to breaking up. So, thank you Mitchie; if it wasn't for you, I don't think we'd be accepting this award. Thank you to everyone who's been there for us throughout our time as a band. See you all on the rest of the tour. And for the dates that have been postponed, we're trying to sort it out." Nate walked off stage.

"Nate never lets me get a word in edgeways at these things, selfish dick. Anyways, I just want to say thank you to the fans. You guys are awesome. I love you all." Jason said before walking off. Shane was chuckling. He closed my laptop.

"I can't believe Jase called Nate a dick live on television. That's being broadcasted all over the world. My band mates are complete idiots." He was killing himself with laughter.

After a while he calmed down and slid into the bed properly, taking me with him. I tucked my head into his chest. I could stay like this forever. I felt like I could take on the world with Shane by my side.

"I love you Mitchie." Shane said into my hair.

"I love you too."

"I think we should go house hunting tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I like you place and all, Mitchie, but why should we live here when we can live somewhere with breathing space. I'm not saying a mansion or anything. Just somewhere with two floor and three rooms. A house."

"Why three rooms?" I could count, we needed one, and maybe a guest room, but why three?

"For when we decide to start a family." Start a family? He wanted kids, thank God. "You want kids, don't you?"

"Of course I do. Even if it means me getting fat."

"You won't be fat, you'll be pregnant. You'll look beautiful to m till the day I die. I look at you and think 'damn I hope the guy she's with realises how lucky he is' then I realise that it's me."

"I'm the lucky one. I don't deserve you, or your love."

"Yeah, you do. Actually, you deserve so much more, yet you settle for me. And you have no idea how glad I am that you do. I can't live without you."

"How do you know? When have you lived without me since we met?"

"I haven't, and I don't want to."

"So how many children do you want to have?" I asked putting the conversation back on track.

"Three or four, I guess. What about you?"

"Two or three. But I'm not going to say there's a limit. I'm just going to let nature run its course. If we have five, we have five. Although I'm drawing the line at eight." Shane laughed at my comment.

"How soon?"

"I don't mind, whenever. As I said, I'm just going to let nature run its course."

"I can't wait to have little Mitchies and Shanes running about."

I was going to have children with Shane Gray. Could it have really been only three months since I had been that single girl who hadn't had a relationship in four years? And yet, here I was: married. Who would have thought that one extra shift would bring me my soul mate? That's what Shane was: my soul mate. If they hadn't been short staffed that evening would I have met Shane? Maybe, but I didn't want to think about that. I had him now and that's all I needed.

Finis

AN: So its over. I'm quite sad now. I'm supposed to be doing a history essay right now. Oh well. Thank you guys for staying with this story till the end. You guys rock. I never thought this would be as big as it is. I know the success is nothing like what Sandy got, but this is the greatest amount of attention I've ever gotten. So thank you guys for sticking by Smitchie to the end. Was it too fluffy? So in other news: JB WERE AWESOME, I'VE SEEN LAURA, and mum has swine flu. I'm going to do a sequel to this called Mother, Mother. Some people know what's happening in it. Its only 1 chapter though. If you want to read my stuff that I'm working on now, check me out on JBFFA. And I'm trying to work on WLWS. I'm still going to write on this amazing site. No doubt I will be inspired at some point soon. There is so many people I want to dedicate this to: Laura, Nicole, Libby, Aleeshya, Sandy, Sab, Mandy, Bree, RJ, the lovely JB men. And also thank you to The Maine who wrote the amazing song called Into Your Arms which kept me writing this. You've been with me through my funny moods, so thank you. I love you guys. R&R. The End.