this is probably the chapter you've all been waiting for, hope it please you, i'm not really keen on it - not great on writing emotion but hope this doesn't disappoint, again thank you for all the reviews, follows and favourites! XOXOXO
The next 3 weeks flew by, Punk and Amy didn't even get a chance to breath, only recently she just purchased the perfect wedding dress, she didn't even have time to think about Matt, Matt. Invitations had gotten sent out, flower arrangements fixed, Punk had even asked Lars if they would perform at their wedding so a band was already booked with no charge. Bridesmaids dresses picked, Amy had chosen her maid of honour, a childhood friend, Annie who had been working alongside Colt – Annie had virtually organised the entire wedding however Colt only had one job. Taping everything and ring bearing. Everywhere he went, every person who had been part of Punk and Amy's lives he had interviews secretly without Amy and Punk knowing. So far he had come up with a few good things, sentimental, funny, emotionalal, nostalgic memories that he couldn't wait to put together. He was making his was up to see Matt and the Amy's band – he still had to interview them and he was done. Wedding day was today and everyone was busy – including the best man.
Colt knocked on Matt's door, fiddling with the camera, damned thing was so hard to work. The door opened and saw Matt suiting up."Oh, hey Colt, what's up man?"
"I'm interviewing everyone, making a little video together for Punk's wedding, gonna play it during my best man speech. You're pretty close with Amy and you're the last person on my list."
Matt had to control every ounce of his body for him roll his eyes. Oh dear god, I am not in the mood for this shit, it's bad enough Amy is getting married tonight, godamnit!
"Listen can we do this later Colt, I'm not feeling so good man, promise I'll do it later – think it's something I ate you know," Colt understood, at least now he could spend a little more time with Punk, who had been ready for half an hour now.
"I'll see you later man, hope you're feeling better," Colt handed the camera to Matt, "If you have time, when you're feeling better, leave a little message."
"Right, sure thanks," Matt took the camera and waited for Colt to leave before shoving it on the shelf beside him. Frustration and irritation was building up inside him, but right now he knew he needed to get ready. Amy had a big day today.
Punk's family had flown in yesterday and spent the whole day prepping Amy for her big day, make up, hair, whatever she needed tending to. The bride and groom hasn't seen each other all day, even though it was only hours ago they made love, Amy watched quietly as Chaleen painted her nails, a black matt nails that contrasted against her dress. "You and my brother are so cute, me, Chez and Cassie have been waiting for years for this to happen, I'm so happy for you Amy."
While Amy sat patiently waiting for her nails to dry while Chez zipped Amy's sleeveless white lace dress up, it was perfect. The one Amy had wanted ever since she was a little girl, it was so girly, so feminine – unlike hers. Amy stood in front of the mirror, admiring her bright red hair she dyed only a couple of days ago for the wedding, her eyes trailed down, from her stilettos to her entire dress, it was fitting and had an entire train made of just lace. She gazed at herself in the mirror, today was supposed to be her wedding day but there was one thing on her mind, she placed two hands on her hip trying to concentrate on anything but. "Today's the day I become Mrs Amy Brooks."
Chaleen shook her head smirking at Amy. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"Chaleen, I'm just going for a walk, need some time to myself for a bit, you know before I tie the knot, think you can cover for me?" Amy was already heading towards the hotel room, Phil's three sisters had already started getting ready "Chez come on, give me the straighteners we're going to be late."
She descend down towards the hallway and walked out to find Matt's hotel room. It was slightly chilly, it was nearing towards October and she was only wearing her sleeveless wedding dress, nothing underneath but brand new lace underwear.
I should've stayed back at the hotel room.
She eventually found the room he was staying in, 557, she raised a fist towards the wooden door – she was beyond hesitant but managed to knock three times. She heard shuffling behind the door, why was she here, why was she doing this? She only had seconds left to turn back around and leave, the door slid open to reveal Matt, he noticed she gave him a charming smile, one that would usually make her heart melt, right now it was losing it's effect. He was probably thinking she was there for entirely another reason.
She opened her mouth and he quickly intercepted her, he didn't really have an interest in what she was going to say.
"What are you doing here?"
"What?"
"You should go back."
"You know I love him,"- She gave him a moment to let her words sink in before she continued.
"Do you know what the crazy, stupid thing is – I still love you." Matt stepped forward, placing his hand on the small of her back, lightly tracing his finger through the silk material.
"I'm getting married."
"So you think all of this - this is all going to go away, do you?"
Amy's voice, quiet and timid, barely even audible responded, "Yeah."
"As long as you're sure. As long as you're sure you made the right choice."
She pursed her lips, not letting his tone get to her.
"I love Phil"- She informed him, making her serious tone come across since it looked like she was going to have to spell it out to him.
He simply scoffed. His response making her boil to her core.
"I do"
"Sure you do"- She wanted to smack, slap and punch him all in that order but she took a deep breath in. She wasn't even sure why she was even bothering to explain herself to him, she didn't owe him a damn thing.
"Just leave me alone"- She added, turning away, seizing the opportunity he grabbed her by her elbow and captured her lips in a scorching kiss - she struggled for a moment. He dragged the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and when she parted her lips giving him access, his tongue darted inside yearning for the familiar taste that was uniquely hers, enjoying every moment her tongue sought after his.
He felt her body start to relax and he let go of her wrists, letting his hands drag slowly down the soft skin of her arms, grazing her breasts, she arched into his touch and the desire to strip her wedding gown and fuck her hard passed through his mind.
He felt her arms wrap around him, her hand resting on the back of his neck toying with the stray strands of hair that didn't settle, her fingers idly stroking the spot back there that she knew drove him insane.
He couldn't get enough of her, his fingers desperately seeking any trace of naked skin but because of her sweater the only skin he had to touch was her neck. Before he knew what was happening, her arms came down to rest on his chest and she was breaking the kiss resting her forehead against his, her breathing slowly evening out.
"I'm sure"- She whispered.
"I'm sorry, alright I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me – I just can't bear to see you with another man. Amy I just can't help it, I just-just just one more time." Matt began stroking her arm, slowly and seductively.
"That's never gonna happen, never – gonna – happen. I don't want this! I'm going to marry Phil, that's it for me and you."
"Just like that?"
"What is it that you want? It's done Matt, it's over." Matt perched himself at the end of the bed, rubbing his temples in circular motion trying to calm himself down - Amy stood by the door frame, exasperated and frustrated at the sight of Matt.
"I could've gone either way, I was going to tell him the truth, but the thought of his face when if I told him, all the trust he put in me, believing in me. He has no idea what a whore I've been and then I thought, why? Why throw away all that love, Phil is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and when I'm old and on my death bed I'm not gonna be thinking about a quick, easy fuck in your bed, no that's nothing – I'm going to be thinking about the years, day after day when I woke up next to somebody who looks at me like Phil does. Who makes all the bad things go away, all of them, and Phil does that for me. Look I've got feelings for you Matt, and I always will have. No one's perfect Matt, Phil's as good as it gets for me and can live with that." Amy headed towards the door, she was fighting back tears until Matt spoke.
"Don't go."
"Goodbye Matt."
Annie, Chez, Chaleen, Cassie, Trish, Shane, Racci, Nattie, Lars, Hayley and Jay all made their way out to the created aisle outside that led to the gazebo where the ceremony would take place. Chez, Chaleen, and Cassie all lined up. Annie had chosen her daughter Lana to be the flower girl, since Amy was the godmother, Annie heard the pre-bride march music play sending off Lana on her way down the aisle Annie following a few paces behind.
Amy took hold of her Shane's arm feeling the nerves start to run rampant again. She looked down at her dress trying to find anything out of place. "Does my wedding gown look okay, is there something in my hair, wait does my make-up need touching up?"
Shane turned to look at his fellow band member, "You look fine, you look perfect, you look amazingly beautiful there's nothing wrong with you Amy. Never will be."
Shane saw a tear roll down her cheek, which she quickly swept away trying to hide it. "You're such a pussy."
He smiled reassuringly at her patting her hand holding onto his arm gently. They heard the music fade off and the beginnings of the bride-march. "You ready hun?"
Amy nodded gripping onto Shane's arm just a little tighter, "If you trip me up, I swear I'm going to strangle you."
"In front of God?"
"In front of God."
Smirking, they started out making their appearance. Punk looked up from the ground at his bride and he had never seen anything more beautiful – she's perfect, and she's mine. Amy met his gaze and she flashed him a toothy smile, smiling so hard her face almost hurt, but she didn't care, she loved him so goddamn much. Amy kept her eyes on him the whole walk down feeling perfectly relaxed with her Shane by her side and Phil waiting for her. Although her real father wasn't here to see this, she wasn't disappointed, she didn't want him here. He left her and her mother and he had a wonderful family with her right now.
When Shane and Amy reached the gazebo Punk came down a few steps to meet them, Shane felt Amy's arm slip from his her hand grasping his giving it a small squeeze. He looked at Punk for a few seconds then placed Amy's hand in Punk's - the minister smiled as Amy and Punk came to stand in front of him. "Who gives this woman to be married in holy matrimony?"
Shane cleared his throat. "I do." The minister nodded as he went to take his seat next to Jay.
"With this ring, I thee wed." Punk slid the wedding ring on her finger smiling at her looking happier than Matt had ever seen her. He couldn't help but wonder how much happier Amy would be if she was marrying him, if he had plucked up the courage to wed Amy, place a ring on her beautiful fingers.
"With this ring, I thee wed." Amy slid Punk's wedding band on his hand.
Matt knew what was coming next. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Punk smiled gently at Amy then leaned in forward, pressing his lips against her soft ones, sealing their marriage. Despite his hurt, Matt smiled and clapped because he'd never seen Amy so happy like she, her smile never broke, she looked at Punk like he was the one for her. It was something he'd never forget, because it hurt it so much, he started to cry.
The reception had started, Phil was still was still in his suit however Amy changed into something more comfortable, something just as beautiful and elegant – it was held in the Punk's garden and guests came flocking in. By the time everyone was seated, and as they were about to tuck into the wedding cake, no frosting as Punk requested, Colt decided it was time to start the best man speech.
"Punk, baby – you are one tattooed mother fucker,and you're my best friend. I'm so glad, so happy that this day has finally happened, it feels like yesterday when you two had told me to push me to do this padcast. I love you two, and I wish you the happiest marriage, no doubt that it will be and Amy, you still need to hook me up with one of your girlfriends, I can't get with the bridesmaids here, they're Punk's sisters for fuck's sake! Instead of crying and reminiscing the nostalgic shit, I made a video for you guys so you know how much everyone loves you, because Punk isn't my only tattooed motherfucker, so are you Amy. Enjoy"
Colt had set up a projector and a screen to showcase the video he had made, he was so worried that he had lost the goddamn video recorder until he remembered that he had left it in Matt's room. The night was upon them, thus dimming the atmosphere so that it was like a cinema. The video began to roll, playing clips from Chez, Cassie and Chaleen, Colt swore he could see Punk crying, it was the sweetest shit he had ever seen, Amy pulled him into a tight squeeze as she too noticed how emotional he was getting.
"Phil, we love you so much, you have always been there for us and you're the best big brother anyone could ever ask for. We're so proud of you, of what you've done, what you've achieved, tying the knot with Amy was the best thing you've ever done - we wish you a happy marriage, you deserve it."
The next message came from Lars and his buddies from Rancid, then came the Paramore clang, Michael and eventually Colt's message that made everyone laugh. When everyone thought it was over the video began to skip and stutter, to what looked like a hotel room.
Matt's heart stopped. Oh no, goddamn it Colt, you didn't shut the damn camera off?!
"Is this your message Matt? One sec lemme just fast-forward t your message."
"NO! STOP!" Matt knew exactly what was coming, Amy flashed a look of anxiety, fear in her eyes, she didn't know what was happened, she had a faint idea but she didn't think, of course it wasn't, no. God no, please.
"That's never gonna happen, never – gonna – happen. I don't want this! I'm going to marry Phil, that's it for me and you."
"Just like that?"
"What is it that you want? It's done Matt, it's over."
"I could've gone either way, I was going to tell him the truth, but the thought of his face when if I told him, all the trust he put in me, believing in me. He has no idea what a whore I've been and then I thought, why? Why throw away all that love, Phil is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and when I'm old and on my death bed I'm not gonna be thinking about a quick, easy fuck in your bed."
Amy had gone over to stop the video tape, Punk had grabbed her by the wrist forcing her to sit back down. No Phil, you don't want to hear this, you don't want to see this. she wanted to be sick, she felt all the food she had just eaten make its way up – tears had already ruined the make-up on her face. Every single on of her friends was here, the love of her life Phil was here to see this. Then everyone saw the kiss, that Matt had placed on Amy's lip, everyone saw the way Amy had kissed Matt back, so passionately with such love and lust.
There were gasps, whispers, people were laughing, did this look like some kind of joke?!
Colt had finally stopped the tape, and all eyes were on Amy, expecting some sort of an explanation as to what they had just seen, what was displayed on the screen they had just seen.
Amy stepped forward to touch Punk's arm, soothe him and tell him that wasn't what it looks like, "Phil." Punk flung Amy's arm away from him, shoving her away like she was vermin.
"Phil I'm sorry."
"GET - THE – FUCK - away from me." Punk ran towards the table that held the wedding cake, tossing the table so that the cake landed with a thud, the entire thing splattering across the patio floor. People began to scream. This time he was crying, not because he was happy or feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, - he needed to get away from her, from everyone. Punk was already picking his legs up, running away. Running as far away as he could from the bitch that betrayed him.