Author's Note: So I'm kind of sad that nobody wanted to eat my cookies :( And they were so good, too...

Day Ninety-Five: Speak Now by Taylor Swift

I felt extremely nervous as I walked into this reception hall.

What was I doing? Was I crazy? Surely, I was crazy, or I wouldn't be here. What if this was all in vain? What if I was just being stupid?

I had to convince myself and re-convince myself probably at least ten times to really do this. I just wasn't the type—if it even truly existed—to barge in and interrupt a wedding. In fact, did you know that even though it's a scenario typically played out in movies, hardly anyone actually objects during the ceremony?

Oh, yeah; I was going crazy.

But I never thought he, of all people, would be marrying the wrong girl. Even if I wasn't the right girl for him, she was most definitely not the right one, either.

Behind the ostentatious, pompous displays of flowers, I snuck in. It actually wasn't that hard and nobody really seemed to be looking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Caleb speaking to his dad and stepmother. I could tell that smile was feigned, though his parents didn't seem to notice. I couldn't help but roll my eyes slightly.

I tried to act all natural (like Hanna had told me to act) as I walked down the hall, hoping to find wherever Toby was.

Glancing briefly into an open room, I realized that was her room. I hated her so much (but not quite as much as Hanna seemed to hate her). She was wearing this ugly, puffy dress that made her look like a cupcake or a marshmallow.

But as I peered in, I couldn't help but laugh at the mocking looks Tiffany was giving Emily whenever the bride-to-be turned around.

"Tiffany!"

Tiffany rolled her eyes slightly before plastering a smile on her face.

Then, I realized that Emily noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She looked shocked.

"Um…I'm just going to get some air. I think I'm getting high from all the hairspray."

I watched as Chanel's younger sister and another woman (who I presumed to be her mother) gave Emily some haughty, disdainful look. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Emily inquired in a hushed voice. "Are you here to…" She trailed off before she finally put all the pieces together. "Oh, my God! Spencer! Do you need help? Tiff and I will help you. And Caleb, too. And—"

"Not so loud, Emily!" I responded. "Can you please help me find Toby? I really want to talk to him."

Emily bit her lip as she thought about it. "Well…I know he's definitely somewhere back here, but I don't know which room and the wedding starts in ten minutes. And if anybody from her side finds you here…"

"Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take. Besides, I don't know half of them."

Emily shrugged. "Well…they all seem to know you, by now. Not only were you uninvited, you were also blacklisted at this wedding."

That bitch.

"Speaking of which, how did you even get in?"

"I snuck in behind some flower display that looked like it belonged at a royal wedding," I explained. "Thanks anyway, Em. I guess I'd better go look for him now, then."

I watched Emily leave again and slip back into the room. I turned around and didn't even look where I was going. I walked right into somebody.

I looked up and saw it was Caleb.

"Spencer? What are you doing here?" he inquired in a normal voice.

I covered his mouth with my hand. "Could you be any louder?"

He removed my hand from his mouth. "That doesn't answer the question, Spencer."

I glared at him. "This isn't what you think—"

"I think you're here to get the love of your life back," he interrupted.

"Alright, maybe it is. Are you doing to stop me?"

He was quiet for a moment. "No."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Why would I? You're both good friends of mine and…I know as well as everyone else that he's not going to be happy with Chanel or really anyone but you," Caleb explained.

I smiled as I pictured how I'd tell him.

"You'd better move if you want to catch him before the wedding," he told me. "And by the way…you look good."

I grinned. "Thanks. Hanna helped me get dressed. She said it would make him feel jealous."

I walked down yet another hallway for the room he could possibly be in, but with no luck.

"Charlotte, where the hell did you put the bouquet?!"

I hid behind some off-white curtains (which were, conveniently, the same color as my dress) as I watched Chanel pass in her puffy white gown, with her mother, sister (Charlotte), Tiffany, Emily, and two other girls I didn't know in tow.

"How the hell could you lose it? You can't just lose it! If I don't have those freaking flowers—"

"Chanel!"

Chanel took another deep breath before they all continued to walk down the hall. If he did end up marrying her…he'd have quite a piece of work on his hands. All that pretty did not cover up all that crazy.

I slipped out past the curtains, but unfortunately, I heard the string quartet begin to play. I bit my lip in nervousness.

The only thing I could try and do now was object during the ceremony.

I tried to cover my face as the ceremony began. The music sounded like the soundtrack to my death. It was painful just to sit there. Luckily, I had gotten a seat next to some of Toby's cousin Beth—who was quite surprised to see that I was not the bride—and was able to remain under the radar of anyone in Chanel's family or Toby's parents.

Then, the quartet began to play that wretched song and I watched as Chanel walked gracefully down the aisle. Tiffany and Emily both looked like they'd rather be anywhere but there. As she got about halfway down the aisle, I switched and looked over to Toby, who seemed to be looking just about everywhere but at Chanel.

It took him a moment before he noticed me. His eyes widened and I couldn't really gauge his expression. He was trying to act normally since he was still at a wedding…his wedding.

I knew he wished it was me. I hoped that he wished it was me.

A few minutes later, that cursed moment came.

"…Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Silence.

Was I really going to do this? What would things be like if I didn't? Was I really going to idly let him marry her? If I really loved him, I'd put up a fight.

Right?

This was my last chance to do something about this.

Shakily, I rose. I could feel every pair of eyes on me. I could even see Chanel's envious green eyes boring into me. If she didn't already hate me enough, she did now.

But I was still only looking at him.

I looked over to my side and saw Beth give me a small nod. I knew I always liked her.

I turned back to them. "I don't…I really am not the kind of girl who would do this. All my life, I kind of just…went along with what everyone told me to do. I didn't really speak up for myself and I let everyone take anything and everything for me. But I'm done with that. Toby, I love you and I can't…I can't let you marry her."

Chanel stood there with her mouth agape. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She looked completely and utterly mortified. She stepped off of the raised platform where they were standing, careful not to step on her dress. "How the hell do you think you can just walk in and ruin my day?! This is my wedding?! He's not yours anymore; he's mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine! And there's nothing you can do about it! You lost him because you're a selfish bitch who broke his heart!" she exclaimed.

"I am about to save two people's lives, so if you could please—"

Hanna regained her footing as the two men who were trying to retain her backed off. She straightened out her clothes. "Did anyone say any vows yet?"

"No," nearly everyone in the room replied.

She took a deep breath. "Toby, if you know what's good for you, for the love of God and all things holy and pure, run away now," she advised.

"Hanna?!" Chanel shrieked in horror.

"Yeah, I'm onto you, bitch. I know what you're up to! I know you're just going to suck him dry and trick him into keeping you barefoot and pregnant all during your marriage. And I also know that you're sleeping with your trainer. Yeah, I went there," Hanna told her (and also everyone in the room).

Chanel looked extremely nervous. "How…how did you know that?"

"I have my sources. And you should really be a little bit less affectionate at the gym," she answered with disgust.

Chanel was totally speechless. When she realized that everyone was onto her, she threw the flowers down and ran out of the room in panic.

After some moments of mindless chatter, Hanna broke the tension. "Alright, there's nothing else to see here; you can all leave. Like, really. Go," she ordered.

People slowly began to shuffle out. Beth gave Toby a significant look before she, too, left.

I walked over slowly to Toby once it was over. The bridesmaids all left. Caleb hung around and stood talking to Hanna in the back.

"I'm sorry for ruining your big day. But I couldn't just—"

"Do you ever know when to stop talking?"

I looked up and looked him in the eyes. I saw the slight smile on his face. "You're…you're not mad?"

"Spencer…" he began before he took one of my hands. "I don't know if I could ever really be mad at you…"

I breathed another little sigh of relief. I felt his other hand on my cheek and the butterflies began to flutter in the bottom of my stomach.

I heard Hanna sigh dramatically from the back. "Could you two just kiss and make up already?" she inquired loudly.

We were both biting back laughs for a moment. I heard Caleb mumble something to her.

A second later, I felt his lips on mine. This whole situation and ordeal was not desirable in any way, shape, or form, but I wouldn't change a thing about it.

"I'm so glad you were there to keep me from making the biggest mistake of my life," he told me.

I was really glad, too.

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LittleBittyAbby:No, lately, my writing has been extremely vague. in some ways, I like it like that (so I can make up my own story and it's also different for all my readers), but I can understand how some people may be frustrated by it.

AL3110: Please no references to frick frack when talking about sex. My cousins (7 and 8 years old) are nicknamed "frick" and "frack" (Melina is frick and Jeremy is frack). Ooh, actually, you're right. I KNEW I saw a quote kind of similar somewhere. Not surprised it's from TFIOS. John Green is just the coolest dude ever.

tobyequalshottness: Kind of. Well...she doesn't really have a secret in that one. She's just kind of depressed and suicidal, at least, in my opinion, she is. Thanks for reviewing!

I'm tired, but I promised myself that I'd update tonight just for you guys. And I also have a deadline. I am in the process of writing #99 and I'm just crossing my fingers that I won't reach that dreaded writers' block.

The next one-shot is going to be Into Me by Cat Jahnke, which I am actually very excited about. For my DM fans, it's one of Chloe's solo songs, which was, ironically, entitled "Into Me". GASP.

And I'll update SSS when...I feel like it and it's done and perfect. Kay, bye. -Kayson