A/N: Part three! Lets just say gomez wears vests instead of sweaters as a teenager. Ok? Ok.

Morticia's POV

"What about the wedding?" Mother eyed Mrs. Addams cautiosly, sitting down on the sofa, a cup of tea in her hand. "Eudora, it is a bit late to be making changes to the wedding, is it not?" Mother inquired. Mrs. Addams nodded her head.

"Yes, yes. But there is one minor change I would like to make. Nothing big." Mrs. Addams pointed out, smiling. Mother looked at her expectantly. "The bride." Mother spit out her tea, soaking Mrs. Addams. She kept smiling. "I mean, if you were to switch Ophelia with Morticia, I think that it would be alright. They're the same age, and Morticia generally finds more intrest in Gomez than Ophelia does." She explained. I don't think this was going the way we planned. Mother looked like she could strangle an african strangler.

"No. Under no circumstances no!" Mother urged through gritted teeth. "Ophelia shall be Gomez's wife, and Morticia what!" Mother's eyes looked like they could fall out of her head. She turned to me, glaring. I shrank away from her. "Is that who you've been talking about this past week? Is he the "perfect boy" you've been talking about?" She asked sternly. I looked away. "No, Ophelia shall marry Gomez." She concluded.

"But why?" Mrs. Addams demanded, getting angry.

"That is none of your concern!" Mother shot at her. Mrs. Addams drew back, sighing.

"I-I see that there is nothing I can do. I'm sorry, Morticia." She apologized, then walked out the door, shaking her head.

"Go to your room, Morticia." Mother ordered. I shook my head. "I said, go to your room." She demanded once again.

"No. How could you do this to me?" I cried. "It's not your decision who Ophelia or I wed!" I yelled. Grabbing my black coat, I ran out the door, trying to catch up to Mrs. Addams. I climbed into the passengers seat, and she said nothing. She started the car, and took us back to her house.

Gomez's POV

"Gomez!" A familiar voice called. My head shot up, and I saw Morticia running towards me. I opened my arms up just as she crashed into me. We hugged, savoring each others company. "Gomez its horrible! Mother won't let us wed! As much as I hate to admit it, I want a happy ending for us! I want mother to give in!" She sobbed into my chest. I stroked her black tendrils, sighing deeply.

"So do I, Tish. So do I." I replied, kissing the top of her head. Mama had left, making her way up the stairs. "It'll work out, I promise, Cara Mia." I promised, holding her close.

"Yes, i know. Mon Cher." She purred, smiling up at me. I made kisses up her arm, then up and down her neck. Soon enough I got to her lips, softly pressing them to my own. She ran her hands through my hair, and mine soon got tangled in hers. Our kisses deepened, and her small, fragile body shivered beneath me.

Morticia's POV

I reached for the first button on his vest, quickly unbuttoning it. He grabbed my hand while it was in motion for the next button. "Tish." He looked at me sternly. "You're only fifteen..." He rememinded me.

"I want this." I told him, and he released my hand. I knew that he wanted it just as much as I did. My hand resumed it's previous task. Soon enough, I was unbuttoning his undershirt, revealing his pale white chest. He took me by the waist and led me down onto the couch. Soon I was straddling him, kissing his face passionatly. (Who knew Mortcica was so...you know.) These just may be our last moments to be like this. So why not make it worth it?

"Morticia, mother wante-" I heard a voice, but it stopped abrutely. My head shot up and I saw Ophelia standing in the door way, her eyes round with shock at seeing her sister and her fiance having a go at each other on the couch. "Sorry, guys. I guess i'll just..." She turned around quickly and ran out the door.

"Shit!" I muttered, getting off of Gomez, buttoning up my skirt which Gomez had just started on. "Sorry, Gomez. I have to talk to her." I apologized, kissing his forehead.

"Its alright, Querita. I understand." He told me, lying back down on the couch. I rushed out the door and caught up to Ophelia. I grabbed her arm and she spun around quickly.

"Ophelia-" I began, but she stopped me.

"Morticia. Please. Believe me, I don't care." She snarled.

"Bullshit! Ophelia you ran out of there looking like you were about to break down!" I yelled. Tears were forming in both of our eyes.

"Well what would you do if you caught me sleeping with the man you loved!" She shouted, shooting me a death glare. Loved.

"Its ok, you didn't walk in on me and RJ. That was Gomez." I informed her with a smile.

"How dare you!" She screamed, crying.

"You don't love Gomez! Mother has brainwashed you! I've seen you with RJ, you're the happiest i've ever seen you!" And with that, she sat on the grass, sobbing. I crouched down beside her, wrapping my arms around her. "I'm sorry." I apologized, hugging her.

"No, I am. You're right. I don't love Gomez. I just...I want to make mother proud, you know? I don't want her disappointed in me. I wish she could give RJ a chance, and you and Gomez. The only reason she won't let you marry Gomez is because she doesn't want RJ near me. She thinks he's a bad kid. That he drinks, and isn't very nice to the other girls. But she's wrong. He's a sweet heart. And a hell of a lover." She smirked. My mouth formed a small 'o' and my eyes got big. Has she really done it? "Yes, I have." She grinned, wiping the tears from her face.

"Then why were you so upset when you came upon Gomez and me?" I asked, stroking her blonde hair.

"Mother ahd told me to come and get you home, and to report on whatever I saw. I knew I had to follow her instructions. So when I saw you and Gomez, I was happy for you, really. But I didn't know what mother would say if I told her that her fifteen year old daughter was engaging in such an activity. I was scared, for you, Morticia." She explained. I smiled at her and a tear slid down my cheek.

"Thank you," I hugged her.

A/N: This chapter was a bit on the long side. But thats ok! Find out what happens with the wedding in the next couple of chapters!