AN: Well! Yesterday marked the 3 month anniversary of this story! I really can't believe that! Over these past few months you guys have been with me through some tough stuff! I try not to get too personal on here so that I won't seem annoying! But all the funny and nice reviews have really helped me smile and feel better on some crappy days! Thank you guys so much! Someone mentioned last week that they felt the story was moving too fast so I'm going to chill out with the wedding stuff for a bit. I'm also entering a story in the OnceUponNow contest! Check it out on wattpad! My name on there is Misunderstoodalpaca! Thanks lovelies!

"Do you have everything?" Ryan asked, carrying a few bags toward the door for Mark.

"This seems about right." Mark replied. He walked over to me and pulled me in for a hug. I dropped the broom I was holding and laughed.

"You're going to miss your flight!" I said. Mark kissed me and picked up the broom and handed it to me.

"I really don't want to go," he responded.

"I know! But it's your best friend's wedding! You have to make it to that. Plus you'll get to see your family." I said, smiling.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Are you sure you don't want to go with us to the airport?" Mark asked, I shook my head.

"I wanted to get the house cleaned up a bit. You guys go ahead!" I replied.

I washed dishes as quickly as possible and put them up in the cabinets. I swept every room and went back and dusted. Matt and Ryan's rooms were cleaner than I had imagined. I quickly made their beds and grabbed their laundry.

"Are those our clothes washing?" Ryan asked, popping his head in the room. I nodded.

"You're doing our laundry? Really?" Matt chimed in.

"Yeah, I don't mind it, really. You guys pay me to work so I might as well clean everything." I replied.

"Well thanks!" they both said at once.

"And by the way, dinner is on the stove, if you guys wanted something to eat," I said, finishing up in the laundry room, "I'm going to clean Mark's room and head home."

Mark's room was very different than I had imagined. The walls were pale and so were his sheets. Everything looked soft. Even the wooden furniture looked soft. His room definitely matched his personality. I made his bed and ran my hands over everything I could touch. His room had the slight smell of him and I loved it.

I woke up the next day to about fifty text messages on my phone. I checked them all only to find out they were alerting me about how well dressed Mark was for the wedding. I downloaded all the pictures so that I could stare at them later and I got up to get ready for the day.

My phone started to ring and I grabbed it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Is this Carly?" Matt's voice asked.

"Matt? What's wrong?"

"Mark called us a few minutes ago saying that there is a bad storm back home and he can't come home as soon as he wished."

"Why didn't he call me?"

"The storm is messing with his phone and he had to beg one off of someone else."

"Well thanks for telling me, Matt."

"No problem, Carly." He said.

"What do you mean you haven't seen him?" Savannah asked.

"He's been at home, for a wedding for the past few days." I replied.

"Oh! And what have you been doing while he's gone?"

"Studying."

"Studying?! What do you mean studying?"

"Finals are a few weeks away! We have tests every Monday for the rest of the term! I have to pass this class, Savannah! Haven't you been studying?" I asked, in shock.

"Not really! I figured I'll pass on sheer luck." She said, laughing. I rolled my eyes. My phone beeped and I looked at it. There was an incoming call from Mark.

"Sav, I need to go! Mark's calling!" I said with a squeal. She laughed and I clicked over. "Mark!"

"Carly, hey! I'm finally back home. Are you busy?" he asked in a shy tone.

"Not at all." I said, glancing down at my desk full of papers and body planes.

"Then get your butt outside! I'm taking you out!" he said. I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs.

"So finals. I remember those." Mark said. We were out to dinner in a dark corner of a quiet restaurant. Soft jazz played in the background. It felt like Mark and I were the only ones in the building. It was perfect.

"Yeah, they're terrible. But it'll be over soon." I replied. Mark grabbed my hand from across the table and kissed it lightly. I blushed.

"So what kind of music do you like?" he asked.

"I like classical. Just about anything catchy on the radio. Anything but rap." I said smiling.

"Classical eh? I could see you listening to that." He said with a small chuckle. A slow song came on and a woman began to sing softly over the speakers. "Do you dance?" Mark asked. I shrugged. He held out his hand and I took it. He dragged me to the dance floor and we began to dance.