Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. Especially its characters. Because that would be slavery. Which is frowned upon in most societies. Along with Cannibalism.

I took a few calming breaths and smoothed out the (non-existant) wrinkled in the ivory dress i was wearing. My hair had so much hairspray in it that, if I wanted to, I could probably reach up and snap parts of it off. My make-up felt way too think, and I was being forced to wear high heels. I fidgeted uneasily in the seat as people rushed around me. All my bridesmaids had insisted on getting me ready before themselves.

Shane, Mitchie, Katie and I had just gotten back from Camp Rock three weeks ago. I'd somehow managed to keep our engagement a secret for the entire year, just so I could see my friends' reactions when I showed them the ring. Caitlyn's had been the best by far; her scream had been louder than I'd thought was humanly possible, and after hugging me and bouncing for a few seconds, she'd turned around and slapped Shane across the face. I believe her exact words were, "Shane Adam Gray, you bastard! Why didn't you tell me you were going to propose?"

Absolutely priceless.

Even better than that, Mitchie had won Final Jam this year. She was fantasticc, singing her heart out on that stage. Once again, the prize had been a record deal, and everyong had been surprised when she'd declined, including me. She said that she'd rather perform in her bedroom than onstage, and so the deal had been offered to the second place winner. later, I'd caught her kissing the boy she'd met last year, Sam.

Nate and Jason had convinced Shane to at least go on a final "Farewell" tour, so I hadn't seen him until the summer anyway. We'd had to plan the entire wedding over the phone and through emails. The girls and I had all been thrilled when we all were finally reunited at camp.

And now, three weeks later, I was finally marrying Shane. Caitlyn was my maid of honor, Nate was the best man, Katie was the flower girl and Mitchie was singing at the reception. A lot of Camp Rock instrusctors had found out about my engagement to Shane through Caitlyn's ear-splitting scream, and so many of them were sitting in the church. Shane was still a hot Hollywood topic, so we knew some pictures from the wedding would eventually be leaked to the press.

I looked up as my mom approached me with something hidden behind her back. She blocked my view as she laid some items down on the vanity, then turned back to me.

"Something old," she said, taking her favorite earrings out of her own ears and putting them in mine.

"Something new." She placed a beautiful diamond necklace around my neck, and I reached up to touch it.

"Something borrrowed." She held up a flower hairpin before securing it in my hair. "It's Caitlyn's and she told me to tell you that she wants it back."

"Wouldn't the earring count as something borrowed, though?" My mom shook her head.

"Those earring have been passed down from mother to daughter on her wedding day. they were originally my grandmothers', and now they're yours." My mouth dropped open, and I reached up to hug my mom.

"I love you, Mommy," I said into her hair.

"And I love you, Mitchie." She pulled back and handed me my bouquet, which had a few blue flowers in it.

"The flowers can count as your something blue," my mom said as a horn sounded outside of the house. I was ushered out the door and into the limo, and then we were off to the church. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, making it hard to focus. Caitlyn and my mom squeezed my hands reassuringly. Soon we were in front of the church, and I started pacing the hall nervously, anxious to see Shane again.

I heard the wedding march start, and my head snapped up in the dirsection of the doors. I rushed over to where the bridesmaids were already lined up. One by one, they all followed Katie down the aisle, smiling brightly at all the guests. My mom and Caitlyn lowered the veil over my face before disappearing through the doors too, and my dad stepped to my side, holind his arm out to me.

"Shall we?" he grinned at me. I smiled back and linked my arm with his.

"We shall." The doors opened again, and everyone stood up and faced us. I smiled as my dad led me down the aisle. I knew everyone was staring at me, but the only things i could see were my daughters and Shane. Suddenly, it was only the pressure of my father's arm around mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down the aisle to them. I forced myself to march to the beat of the song, which was excruciatingly slow, couting the steps I took.

Thirty-eight steps later, my dad lifted the veil, kissed my cheek softly and placed my hand in Shane's. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered frantically, and I had to take quite a few deep breaths before they settled down again. All throughout the ceremony, I found that I could only focus on Shane's hand around mine. he would squeeze it reassuringly every so often, and I was grateful.

As I stood next to Shane at the altar, I couldn't help but think back to the time we first met, all those years ago. I'd been convinced that we would be best friends, even though Shane had had different ideas in the beginning. I remembered that once I'd laughed at the idea of marrying Shane. We'd known each other for years, and I hadn't been able to think of him as anything other than my best friend.

"You may now kiss the bride."

As Shane and I shared our first kiss as husband and wife, I couldn't help but laugh at how differently my life had turned out than how I had planned as a little girl.