Author's Note:

Hello all! :) Okay, another update for this! Double-digit chapters begins! :D Probably the last update before school starts. -.- TWELVE FRICKING DAYS! Can you believe that? Honestly. Ugh. Summer went by so fast. :(

Anyway. This is where the story takes a massive spin. If I was able to list three genres, it would be: Romance/Drama/Action.

Yes. This is where the action officially starts. Enjoy :)

To my anonymous reviewer "W"—here is where the twist begins. :) It is nothing like your typical story. I just wanted to take things slow so that it won't be rushed as a whole. Thanks for the review and I'm glad you like the story up to a certain point.

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10
"Bad Romance"

-SuzieQuaKes-

"I want your horror, I want your design. 'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine."

"And with the power vested in me—I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Breathless. That was what I was feeling at the moment. I was trembling and shaking like a freaking leaf. My mouth had suddenly gone as dry as a cotton ball and I clutched the bouquet of beautiful white roses in my hand tightly. Here I was, standing in front of an enormous audience filled with people I didn't know and people that didn't know me.

Misty had carefully done my makeup and hair to perfection. My beautiful wedding gown was finally being worn—by me and not some other girl. Drew had some trouble speaking when he saw me all dressed but of course being Drew, he covered it all up with a smirk and an insult. He looked handsome too, though I wouldn't admit it to him. He was dressed in a white tuxedo, looking groomed and tidy. And he was the man beside me at that altar, the one that I was promising eternal love to. Just like I always wanted.

Yet, I still was thinking: 'what the hell am I doing?' This was not how I had imagined my wedding to be—ever. It was all . . . wrong.

Of course, everything appeared to be utterly perfect. The beautiful Petalburg bridge where Drew had arranged the wedding to take place was decorated extravagantly with daisies everywhere—but it wasn't how I imagined my wedding to take place. But that was just pure nonsense. This wasn't my wedding. This was fake. It wasn't supposed to feel right—because it wasn't right.

All of this was running through my mind as Drew turned towards me with a smile on his face. For a slight second, it felt as if the smile was real. And as though his twinkling green eyes were full of love.Actual love. And love for me, May Maple—not Posy Donahue. But I let that thought slip away. Drew was just a really good actor. He had to act like he loved me for the sake of all those people watching us. He didn't really love me. He just didn't. It was all a flipping act.

The green-haired man lifted the veil and took my face in his hands. I looked up at him, my heart clambering loudly against my chest and my palms began to sweat. Drew appeared to be calm and cool as always as he leaned down, closed his eyes and pressed his lips gently against mine. And that took away all of my troubling thoughts along with my breath. I forgot how soft those lips were. No, I hadn't forgotten. I made myself forget with the thought that I would never, ever feel a spark quite similar to this feeling. Oh, how it brought back memories. So many flashbacks flickered underneath my closed eyes for that little second we kissed.

When he pulled away and the entire bridge began to explode in applause, I tried to catch my breath. My lips still tingled with his warmth and I couldn't stop shaking. Suddenly Drew took my hand and smiled at me. Then he led me down the little pathway between the rows and rows of chairs where people were standing up, smiling and congratulating us. People that I didn't know at all—except for Misty and Ash, who were actually sitting together without any bloodshed.

"Throw the flowers!" Someone called out to me and I smiled as I tossed the bouquet behind my shoulders and some women squealed to catch it. I turned to look at who actually got it and couldn't help but laugh as I saw the flowers landing on Misty's lap. She looked as red as beet as she lifted the flowers from her lap awkwardly. Ash looked completely clueless. I was guessing he didn't know what catching the bride's bouquet at a wedding symbolizes—but he sure was about to find out!

The atmosphere was sweet and romantic—just like all weddings were.

"Andrew! Andrew Hayden!"

Of course, it all had to be ruined. A pudgy, stout man dressed in a black suit and black sunglasses came rushing towards us from the end of the bridge. From beside me, Drew muttered "shit" under his breath. He gave me a silent look of apology (something that was very uncharacteristic for him) before dragging me along towards the man in black. We must've looked pretty odd, the "newly married" couple, straying away from the ceremony.

"Andrew!" He cried again as we reached him. I could see the vein on his forehead throbbing as he yelled from the top of his lungs. The spring sun shone onto his finely cropped black hair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"George, I can explain!" I stared blankly as Drew exclaimed one of the most cliché lines ever. The situation sounded as if Drew was caught marrying someone by his . . . boyfriend? I had to giggle. Maybe Drew was gay. Gosh, that would explain so many things.

My giggle was not received well by both men. The man in the black suit tore off his black sunglasses and his big blue eyes bulged out of their sockets. "I just got a phone call from Posy. That worthless girl! The stupid, foolish creature! What the hell does she think she's doing—running off like that? And with some boy!" It was then that I realized that the man was probably Posy's dad. Oops. Still, I found it pretty funny. So I giggled again, but softly. I didn't want the attack of the scowls again. "Now what are you doing? Who is this?"

"This is May." Drew quickly motioned his hand over to me and looked at me with a little nod. "George, you know how extremely important this wedding is! You know about the job! I can't lose it. May and I are old friends and she's helping me out. You have nothing to worry about, I've got all of this under control." The green-haired man turned towards me. "May, this is George Donahue—Posy's father."

I guessed right; I thought to myself and smiled politely at the man. He merely looked at me, pressing his lips tightly together. "Are you sure she's willing to do this?"

"May will be fine. Everything will be fine, George. Trust me. You just work on finding Posy, all right?" I never had seen Drew so serious about something before. For once that smirk that was always on his face was gone. But I couldn't understand. What were they talking about? I was willing to do what? Didn't I just have to pretend to be Posy for a day and then be over with it?

"Fine." George pulled on his Ray-Ban shades again, covering those icy-blue eyes. Before he turned to leave, he muttered something to me. "You really have no idea what you're about to get yourself into, May."

With that last word, the little man walked away and I stared at his dark silhouette against the clear, blue sky. His words rang in my head. What exactly did he mean by that? Butt I didn't have a chance to really think because Drew grabbed my hand again and tugged. We began to walk back towards everybody else who were enjoying the music playing from a local live band and some little appetizers and champagne brought in trays. As we reached towards the crowd, he leaned in and whispered:

"Listen, denseness. When you go back home you're telling your parents that you'll be going for a two week trip, okay?"

And that was when I really began to get confused. Two week trip? What was he talking about? I looked up to his face with puzzled eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Drew! Oh, the wedding is simply spectacular!" His answer was cut off and I turned to see a big woman dressed in purple—matching that big head of purple hair. She smiled at Drew and then looked at me. "Posy, I believe this is the first time we meet. I'm Molly and I know your father quite well. Speaking of your father, where is he?"

"O-oh, he's—" I stuttered, not knowing what to say. Luckily I was saved by Drew. First time I'd ever said that.

"He's getting things ready for tonight. Molly, you're coming, yes?" I watched as the green-haired arrogance transformed into such a different person. He was always so . . . serious around these people.

"Oh, of course!" Molly grinned at me, revealing her shiny bright teeth. "We'll be getting to know each other very well, Posy!"

And with that last word, she grabbed a tall glassful of champagne from a tray held by a waiter and walked away. And there I was again, staring after her, wondering what all of these words meant. I was so confused. First George, then Drew and now this woman! What was I really getting myself into?

I was soon to find out.

"Two week trip?"

I nervously wrung my hands as I stood in front of my parents and Max. Drew had talked me into doing what he wanted me to do. And what else was new? It was pretty pathetic of me, I guess. Just to do whatever the hell he told me to. But I did protest and gave him a piece of my mind. In the end, he apologized again and pleaded me to do this and help him. And he promised me that nothing was going to happen to me and that he would tell me everything about this afterwards. Apologies were my weakness. When someone was apologizing and looking at me with those eyes—I just could not say "no". Especially if the someone was Drew Hayden.

It was awful, really. But what could I do about it?

The wedding had ended about two hours ago and after changing back into my old clothes (such a drastic change from that beautiful wedding gown or the violet dress of Posy's), I was pretty much back to being plain old May Maple. I drove back home in that junky old family car. My parents were, needless to say, worried sick. I hadn't shown up at the boutique and I completely disappeared since delivering that dress. I guess I was lucky that Laura and Dawn took over the shop for me.

"May?"

I was brought back into reality again and I nodded my head, realizing that my mother had asked something. "Yes, Mom. Two week trip."

"With who?" Dad's eyes were sharp as a wolf's. If you didn't know, you would have thought that I was twelve—not twenty-three. Seriously. Hello? I was old enough to take care of myself!

I bit my lower lip and nibbled on it, just like I did every time I was nervous. "Danny. Um, he invited me to this trip to . . . Celebi Island. It was on really short notice and—"

"Danny?" My father interrupted me and arched one of his brows. "That's why he took a leave? To go on vacation?"

"Erm . . ." I racked my brain. Butterflies flapped their wings loudly inside my stomach. I was a terrible liar. My parents were going to see right through me! Of course it sounded perfect when Drew and I discussed what to say to my parents. Danny was in some island—together with Posy. And he was somebody that my parents trusted a lot. "Um . . ."

"That's pretty fantastic!" I was surprised when Dad smiled, the firm lines on his forehead disappearing. "I been telling him to do that! That boy deserved a break!"

"Oh, it sounds amazing, sweetheart!" Mom grinned at me, her dark brown eyes twinkling idealistically. "He invited you to Celebi Island! That's so romantic!"

"Danny and May sitting in a tree . . ." Max started to sing as I inwardly breathed out a sigh of relief. They bought it. They actually bought it. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

And for once, Max singing this old rhyme like he was eight years old instead of nineteen—didn't bother me as much. I just stuck my tongue out to him as I ran to my room to pack my things. Drew would be picking me up about a while later—and it was then that he would be explaining what exactly I was getting myself into. I entered my room, took a quick shower and changed into a nice blouse and skirt. I felt an urge to tell somebody about what happened today. Definitely not my parents or Max (as he was the biggest tattletale ever)—but one of my friends.

I picked Dawn. Sure, she was going to get all emotional and dramatic about this but she still was my best friend. And she knew exactly about my feelings for Drew. I picked up my cellphone and dialed her number as I opened my closet. The dial tone rang for about three times before she answered:

"Oh my God! May Maple, where have you been the entire day? Gosh, your parents called me about a billion times and I sent you like thousands of text messages! You owe me, May. I had to take the day off from my work to help Laura! She was practically dying, dealing with the customers alone! You better have a good excuse for this!"

Imagine all of the above jumbled up together, leaving Dawn's lips as fast as the speed of light. Completely incomprehensible. Although I understood. Some skills that you just pick up after spending years with Dawn Berlitz. "Hello Dawn, I'm fine, thank you very much for asking." I said sarcastically, dragging one of my suitcases from under my bed and piling some clothes inside.

"God, May!"

"All right, all right. Just calm down. Jesus." I sat myself on the floor and took a deep breath. "Okay so . . . I was out the entire day because I was with Drew!"

"What?" Dawn shrieked from the other end. I had to hold the phone away from my ear with a wince as she began to scream. "You are fucking kidding me! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! No way! How? Why? What happened? Hello, May? I am like dying for the four-one-one!"

"Well I'll tell you if you'll just let me speak! And not damage my ear . . ." I rolled my eyes, satisfied with the amount of clothes piled in. I then walked over to my dressing table and picked up my bottles of make-up and perfume. "Well after that wallet incident, I didn't see Drew . . . until about a week ago when he came to Blessed Blue! To look for a wedding dress for his fiancée! She's the Posy I talked on the phone with and she's super gorgeous."

"Gosh. The story starts off tragic!"

"I know. But it gets better though, I guess." I threw the bottles into the suitcase, above my clothes and slammed it shut. That would do for two weeks. "Since Drew was already marrying this girl, I thought that I should give her my dress—since it really was no use for me to hang on to it! Posy told me to deliver it today, to her home because today was the day of their wedding!"

"Oh my God! But what happened?"

"Long story short, she left him. Ran off with Danny to some Caribbean island. Drew asked me to step in as his bride. And now I'm about to go off to a two-week trip with him for something."

"What?"

I was about to answer when I heard two long 'beeps' of a car horn from outside. I ran to my window to see Drew's black sports car parked outside my house. He was here already! I would just have to explain Dawn everything later. I picked up my suitcase and hurriedly said into the phone: "Gotta go now! Talk to you later, chicka!"

"May! Wait!" I hung up and rushed downstairs. I kind of felt bad to just hang up on Dawn like that but she would understand. And I would call her later to apologize. My parents were at the dinner table with Max. Mom looked up from her plate when she saw me.

"Oh, are you going already?"

"Yup! The car is here. Don't worry, Mom. I'll be fine! I'll call you guys once I get there, okay?" I hugged her, and then Dad and then moved to Max—but he wouldn't let me. For a nineteen year old, he was pretty much still like a baby inside. Probably was afraid of cooties.

"Have a safe trip, May!"

I smiled, nodding and then waved to them all as I headed out of the house. Drew's car was across the road and he was standing, leaning against it—dressed in a navy blue sweatshirt and jeans. I crossed the street and rushed over to him. When he saw me, he smirked.

"Took you some time, slowpoke."

"Whatever! Just be glad that I'm even here." I threw in my suitcase in the back of the sports car and helped myself into the passenger seat. Drew soon joined me, seating himself beside me in front of the wheel and started the car. As we began to drive off of my road, I asked him where we were going.

"Impatient, are we? Not very far. Just sit tight and relax. We'll get there."

"Drew!"

"May!" He mocked me with a smirk on his stupid face as I suppressed an urge to kick him. Stupid guy still wouldn't tell me where the hell we were going. Ugh!

He was right though. It wasn't a very long drive, but it was full of turns through some roads that weren't very familiar to me. Before I knew it, Drew stopped the car in a wide clearing. In the middle of a forest. What the f—? I looked at the green-haired man beside me in a confused expression but he just smirked at me. Okay, something was seriously wrong here. And it was starting to scare me a little bit. What if Drew was some serial killer and he brought me here to kill me? What if I was going to be kidnapped? What if—

My thoughts were cut by the sound of a loud hum that got louder and louder each second. Wind picked up and swirled my hair all around. I looked up at the sky, even more puzzled. And my mouth just dropped open when I saw a huge helicopter descending. Lights blinked from it and I was awestruck. Never in my life had I seen a real helicopter before. I turned to Drew, to see if he was surprised at this—but he seemed calm and cool. As if he knew this was going to happen. And I guess he did.

The helicopter lowered and lowered until it finally reached the ground with a huge roar. The metal door swung open and I squinted my eyes at the familiar figure. It was when I saw the pile of deep violet hair that I recognized who it was. Molly!

It was all starting to seem like a weird dream, second by second. I pinched myself to see if it was—and winced. Okay, so it wasn't a dream. Then what was it? A helicopter? Molly? Why was I even here? Drew suddenly opened the car door and was about to get out when I exclaimed something that I had to know or I would go crazy: "What is going on?"

The green-haired man ignored me as he walked over to the helicopter. I bursted out of the car door, not being able to handle any of this anymore. I had no idea what was happening. That stupid ass had promised that he would explain! When he reached the entrance of the helicopter, he turned back to me and motioned me to come over.

"Come on, Posy!"

Posy. I was Posy again. Of course. Molly was there. But—but . . .

I dragged my suitcase from the car and started to make my way to Drew. "I'm not getting on until you tell me what's happening!"

The big, purple-haired woman looked from the helicopter with a puzzled expression. "Drew, you didn't tell her yet?"

"It's not a problem, Molly." He climbed onto the helicopter and took my hand, dragging me up. I let out cries of protest but Drew dragged me up on board and almost immediately the chopper began to lift off of the ground with a huge whir. My heart pounded in my chest and I held onto Drew for my life's sake as he pulled me up on board. My suitcase fell from my hand and I watched in agony as it opened in the air and all of my clothes, makeup and perfume dropped onto the ground. The glass bottles smashed as it hit against the cement ground.

The door to the copter closed and I shut my eyes, breathing in and out rapidly, shaking because of the close-to-death encounter. When I opened my eyes, a little bit calm (although it definitely wasn't a word I should be using at the moment), I faced five people looking at me—minus Drew and Molly. I noticed how all of them were seated in . . . couples. Man and woman, man and woman, man and woman . . .

I grabbed onto Drew's arm and looked up at him in shock. "D-Drew . . . what is going on?"

He looked down at me with a smirk. Flicking the chatruese hair away from his face, he muttered something that made my stomach drop.

"We're going to rob a casino."

Author's Note:

Yeahh. :)

REVIEW. Ily all.

-Suzie x

Edited: 4th September '10