One Last Song Chapter 39: Cat: Happily Ever After, a victorious fanfic

Cat: Happily Ever After

I had to sing. How could I not? It was finally here!

It's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do
Hey Sam, I think I'm gonna marry you!

Tori's voice joined in from behind the privacy screen where she was changing.

Is it the look in your eye?
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you…

Jade's emerged from behind her own screen, fully dressed in her gorgeous violet gown. She might have stolen my breath away if I weren't guarding it so carefully for when I got to see Sam. She joined in on the song.

Well, I know this little chapel
on the boulevard we can go
No one will know, oh, come on girl

Who cares if we're trashed,
got a pocket full of cash we can blow
Shots of patron and it's on, girl

Tori revealed herself in her own gown. Jade and I did a double-take. They were both just as beautiful as they had been on their own wedding day. All three of us sang as we moved around the room, grabbing our shoes, checking our hair.

Don't say no, no, no, no, no
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And we'll go, go, go, go, go
If you're ready, like I'm ready

'Cause it's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do
Oh, Sam, I just can't wait to marry you

"What kind of weird High School Musical shit is this?"

We all stopped at once; at some point during our song, Millicent had slipped into the room. Every single one of us turned bright red.

"You should be used to this by now," I said.

"Cat…I mean this with the utmost respect since you're my favorite singer on the planet: no one should ever get used this."

Jade gently poked Millicent in the arm. "Y'know, it's weird, she looks like a teenager but she acts like an old lady. Are you sure Freddie's not your biological dad?"

Millicent wasn't amused. "Are you sure you're not Baby Jane?"

Jade's eyes narrowed. I'd seen her give Tori that same look so many times in high school. "I'd be pissed at that if you hand't picked such a sophisticated reference. Papa Benson must be doing something right."

"Look, I love him like he's my biological dad, but there isn't an ounce of white nerd girl in these veins."

Jade got that twisted smirk on her face as she stepped toward Millicent. "Are you sure? We could check—"

Tori's hand covered Jade's mouth. "Don't make me get the spray bottle."

Millicent's eyes betrayed a hint of fear even as Tori guided Jade away.

"Not gonna lie, she scares me."

"Just don't let her know that," I whispered. "She keeps a shovel in her back seat."

Tori covered Jade's ears. "Actually, it's in her trunk now," she said.

"I still heard you," Jade harrumphed. "Don't make fun of my trunk shovel."

Millicent wasn't sure what to make of it. "It's like the Addams Family and the Manson Family all rolled into one," she mumbled. "Anyway, Carly said Sam needs to talk to you."

"But it's bad luck for her to see me. Or me to see her. Or…well, one of those two. Or both."

"They know. It's handled, you won't see her. Come on."

The beach house was beyond beautiful. It was smallish, but plenty big enough for our bridal parties to get ready, and with more than enough beachfront property for the ceremony and reception. It amazed me how clean it was, which was a relief because Herb himself was a little…unkempt, as Sam called him.

Yes, that Herb. Imagine my surprise when we found out he really did own a beach house. He told us for years that his life was going great and we'd just smile and nod and think crazy old Herb. I was kind of ashamed that I never once thought he was just being honest. But he did go around dressed like a smelly hobo, so I guess he didn't give us a reason to think he wasn't one.

Herb insisted on repaying my kindness from months before, when I gave him some money. Since the location was so perfect, Sam and I were happy to accept his generosity. He spent most of his time in his downtown apartment, so he was happy to give the place up for a few days, so long as he was invited to the festivities.

I'd have invited him even without the beach house. I mean…he's Herb!

Millicent led me through the upstairs bedroom where Sam and her maids of honor were getting ready. There were no random musical numbers happening up there, but I wouldn't have expected that. Sam, Carly, and Melanie all had beautiful voices, but none of them had the passion for singing that Tori, Jade, and I did.

Carly waited for me on the balcony, next to a chair that was placed with its back against a privacy screen.

"She's just getting a little nervous," Carly said softly. "She wanted to talk to you."

My heart sank a little. I didn't want Sam to be nervous, but if she had to be, I was at least glad that she got our friends to help her. I sank into the chair as Carly slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

"Hi, Sam."

"Hey, kid." I loved so much that she still called me that after all these years. That she still treated me like Cat even when I spent so much time being Caterina.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm good," she said. "Just, uh…got a little tense, I think. Lots of people to keep track of. Lots of moving parts. You know?"

"I know. I kinda felt the same."

I could hear her smile as she continued. "Carly's been killing it, though. Handling everything so I don't have to. I kind of feel bad. It's a lot to put on her."

"She loves you. She's happy to do it. I could see it just now. She was so calm and focused. Don't feel bad. Feel loved. Because you are. So much. By all of us. But especially me."

Part of the curtain behind me shifted, and Sam's fingers reached back. She brushed my arm, so I shifted and let her take my hand in hers through the opening in the screen.

Her skin was so soft between my fingers. She must have been moisturizing or something. How was it possible after all these years that such a simple touch sent my heart racing, as if it were the very first time?

"Thanks. I needed that." After a gentle squeeze, her hand disappeared. "Your maids of honor kept their hands to themselves, right?" I heard just the slightest hint of insecurity in Sam's voice, even as she followed it with a laugh. "I'm kidding."

Yes, I told Sam what had happened between Jade, Tori, and me. I didn't want to marry her with that on my conscience. She was more than understanding about it. "Look, kitten," she had said, "I get it. I left. I wasn't coming back. Until you found me and changed my mind. I don't see that as being unfaithful. You found love and support from your two closest friends. In a way, I guess I'm thankful they were around for you." She had added with a naughty smile, "But if it ever happens again, you better either invite me or take pictures."

I think she was joking about that part. She knew it wouldn't happen again. It was a strange, crazy, once-in-a-lifetime experience. It had brought the three of us closer than I ever thought possible and also made things really awkward for a while. Like, a long while.

Like, to this day.

But that's life. We make our decisions and we have to live with them. People don't seem to get that these days. They spend their lives doing whatever they want and then they want to get out of the consequences of their choices. But Nona always taught me to take responsibility for myself and my actions. She called it a fundamental truth of living, or something like that.

"Of course they did," I said gently.

"Well I guess we've got a wedding to get to, huh?"

"Guess so."

"I know I'll probably say it a million times but…just in case…I love you."

My heart soared. "I love you, too."

Sam had wanted simplicity. I kept that in mind with every part of the wedding plan. We had invited only our closest friends and family to the beachfront ceremony, where a raised altar ensured that the sunset would be our backdrop. Strings of LED lights attached to poles illuminated a beautiful path from the house down to the altar. The lights surrounded the seating area and the altar, then branched off down a second path that led to the stage, dance floor, and seats for dinner.

I did borrow a page out of Tori and Jade's wedding book and limited the bridal dance to just the brides. Our wedding party was a crazy mix of guys and girls on both sides, so it just seemed easier. We both had two maids of honor. There was no way I could choose between Tori and Jade, and Sam didn't want to choose between Melanie and Carly. Then we each had a literal odd-man-out: Robbie Shapiro in my party, and Freddie Benson in Sam's. And while I don't think Robbie would have minded dancing with Freddie, I don't think the feeling was mutual. The boys had become really good friends over the years, though, bonding over all kinds of tech and nerdy stuff.

After it seemed to take forever to get here, the wedding day itself was flying by. Every time I looked at my phone, another hour had slipped by. It was going so quickly.

So was my breathing. In fact, I think I was hyperventilating. I was sitting on the couch in the room while Tori helped secure my veil and it just hit me. This was happening. It was happening so fast. It was happening right now.

Tori must have seen that something was wrong. She said something or maybe asked me aa question, but I couldn't hear her over the sound of my own breathing. I saw her turn to Jade out of the corner of my eye. The next thing I heard was Jade herself.

"Shapiro, can you go check and see what time Sam's heading down? It's gotta be pretty soon."

"Sure."

When it was just the three of us, Tori and Jade each took a seat next to me. That just made me breathe even harder, because they were sitting exactly where they were that night…that impossible night.

"What's going on?" Tori asked, taking my hand in hers.

"I don't know. I'm suddenly really scared. Why am I scared? I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."

"Maybe that's why," Jade said gently. "Think of how much time you've had to build up your expectations for this. It's been a huge part of your life. And now, the moment is here."

"Shouldn't I be excited, though?" I asked. "Why would I suddenly be scared?"

"Sometimes it can be hard to tell them apart," Tori said. "Sometimes we can get scared of things changing, even if it's a good change. I know I was terrified before Jade and I got married. I was afraid to screw things up, afraid I'd do something stupid."

"Me too," Jade said, stealing a glance at her wife. "And you know who helped me get over it?"

Tori smiled gently. "The same one who helped me."

I remembered the moments I shared with each of them before their wedding. They were common doubts, nothing serious. They just needed a reminder.

And now here they were, giving me the same reminder.

"You and Sam have been traveling down this road for a long time," Jade said. "You've gone through lots of doors, come to lots of branches in your path. Some you took together, some not, but they all led you to this one. It's just another path to take. Just another door to pass through. On the other side, things will be a little different. But they always are. And someday you'll see how this door, this path, led you to others you don't even know about yet."

Jade's words cut through my anxiety and my worries and helped me feel like I could breathe again.

Tori cupped her hand against Jade's cheek. "Just when I think you can't surprise me anymore. That was beautiful."

Oh, the look they gave each other. Months ago I had been so scared they'd never look at each other like that again. But they made it through those awful things, stronger than ever. They were still each other's biggest fans.

And if they could overcome that, I could overcome a last-minute panic attack.

I drew strength from Tori and Jade and the weight on my chest lifted. My breathing slowed. I was so relieved and overwhelmed with affection for my friends. I couldn't imagine this moment without them.

"I love you guys," I whispered and pulled them both into an embrace. "Thank you so much."

For the first time since that impossible night, our embrace didn't feel weird or awkward. It was just right. Just the way it should be.

The door swung open and Robbie rushed in.

"Showtime, ladi—" He stopped short at seeing the three of us embracing, our faces close. It must have looked a little odd. He chuckled awkwardly and fixed his tie. "Um…would the three of you like to be alone?"

Jade tried to keep herself from laughing. Tori did too, but she couldn't. Once her melodic laughter broke out, mine joined hers. Finally, Jade joined in. It was the biggest, most wonderful belly laugh I think I've ever had. And for the first time, as Jade and Tori shared a glance with me and with each other, I felt like I could hear them both.

If he only knew…

We watched from the back window of the downstairs bedroom as Sam's bridal party began their walk down to the beach. The window was just off to the side of the back door. There were some palm trees in the way so we didn't have a perfect view, but it was enough to catch everyone for a few seconds. Further down, we could see the alter as well.

Since Sam didn't have any parents with us, Spencer went in place of her father and stood in the parental position off to the side at the altar. I was relieved he didn't trip, fall, or set anything on fire during his walk.

You laugh, but come on. This is Spencer we're talking about.

Freddie was the first of the bridal party to make the trip. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo. What is it about a smart tux that makes boys seem so classy and mature?

Carly followed in her gorgeous blue gown. She was so beautiful and elegant; the very definition of class. Freddie's legs got wobbly as he watched her walk down the aisle and join him.

Melanie was just as radiant in her own blue gown. Whereas Carly's was simple and elegant, Melanie's was frilly and flowing. Still elegant, but more elaborate.

When Sam finally began her walk, my hands were sweating. She had her hair done up like a princess, and…

She went back to her blonde hair!

My heart leapt for joy. I loved her gorgeous, shiny golden hair.

I couldn't see her face as clearly, but her wedding gown was absolutely breathtaking. It was shoulderless and strapless, clinging snugly to her body down to the waist, where it opened up into a flowing gown that made it seem like she was floating on clouds. Like an angel.

"Showtime," Robbie said.

We hurried from the bedroom and to the patio of the beach house, where my parents were waiting.

My dad's eyes filled with tears, which made mine fill up too. "Daddy, don't. I can't cry yet."

"I'm sorry, honey. You're just so stunning. I'm very proud of you."

"We both are," my mom added. "We always have been."

I shared a hug with both of them before they were whisked away to start their walk.

"See you on the other side," Robbie said with an awkward smile. "You deserve every happiness. I'm really glad you found her and brought her home."

"Oh, Robbie."

I pulled him into a hug and kissed him on the cheek. "You're still my favorite, you know."

His cheeks were on fire as he wiped his eyes. "You're not so bad yourself," he said. "In fact…I think you're swell."

"Robbie!" I playfully smacked him as I fought to keep the tears in my eyes. "Don't make me cry already!"

"Sorry," he said, but I knew he wasn't. He hurried to his starting position and was the next one walking down the aisle.

Tori's hand slid into mine. "Cat, I…"

Our eyes met and words seemed to fail her. They failed me, too. I wasn't sure what to say.

But I know what I saw. I saw how much she loved me. I saw how happy she was. And I'm sure she saw the same because I absolutely felt it.

She squeezed my hand and departed.

Jade smiled warmly at me. Before I knew it, her lips were on my cheek. It was a long kiss, full of warmth and maybe a touch of longing. It gave me goosebumps all over.

Our eyes met. Reflected in her affectionate stare I could see dozens of different possibilities, of paths not taken and lives not lived. But there was no sadness in that, because I knew that no matter what, Jade and I would always be each other's firsts, and we'd always be closer than family.

"See you down there."

She wrinkled her nose at me and then left.

I was alone for the first time that whole day. My throat wanted to close up. My breathing went haywire for a minute that felt more like an hour. I stood there and I was suddenly very aware of that moment, and the next, and how the next would change everything.

I was scared to take that step, but the courage I'd gained was stronger. Change was scary, but I knew we were changing into something wonderful. When it was my turn, I didn't hesitate at all. I took that step, and then another, walking confidently down the path that would take me from what was to what would be.

I saw so many excited faces as the crowd stood up for me. Near the back sat Uncle Carmine, Annie, and a dozen other Pucketts whose names all escaped me at that moment. Mixed in with them were a few burly-looking guys with thick neckbeards and black leather jackets with "Obliterators" patches on the backs.

A little closer to the front sat Gibby, Liz and her husband, Herb, Marissa, Lewbert, and Sikowitz. A few seats down sat Jade's dad and Debbie.

Ahead of them sat Sinjin and Burf. Next to them were David and Holly Vega, Dominic, Trina, and Cassie. Next to Cassie was a little girl I didn't recognize, but…

No, no, wait…

The adult sitting with the little girl turned toward me: Hayley Ferguson.

That must be her daughter…

My heart leapt for joy as Hayley smiled and waved. She seemed so happy to be with her little girl. Next to her, Tara waved as well. There was an arm draped over her shoulder, and I nearly tripped when I saw its owner.

Ohmygosh…Andre?

I felt a little out of the loop, but wow! Andre and Tara a couple? How exciting for them! I couldn't wait to talk to them later and learn how all that happened. I guess their collaboration was working out pretty good. I guess they were working together even before they announced it a few days ago at Tori's birthday party, but still.

In the next row sat our flower girl, Millicent, and our ring bearers, Gwen, and Ruby. Nona sat next to them, and next to her…

Goomer!

I was so excited to see he had made it. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to because of some "trouble" he got into with my brother. Again.

He had his phone up and facing me, and I thought at first he was taking a video. But when he turned it around, I saw he was in the middle of a video chat. I immediately recognized the wild, dark eyes and flamboyant hair.

Speak of the devil…

I excitedly waved at my brother's face on the screen. He waved back and blew me a kiss. He wore his usual orange jumpsuit but must have managed to convince the guards to let him wear a sparkly orange and black bowtie, too. He looked handsome and as happy as he could be given where he was.

I had learned to forgive my brother a long time ago. The issues he dealt with weren't entirely his own doing. Sometimes mental health problems can be genetic, and sometimes they can be born or worsened from life and circumstances. Over his years of treatment, we understood that it was a little of both for him.

Yes, many of my own issues were in part because of things that he did. But for those things, he had managed to get the help he needed. He took a page from Carly and Sam's book and started a web series which really took off for him. And, if the stories were to be believed, turned him into some kind of supervillain. I take that part with a grain of salt. But for what it was worth, he was back getting the help he needed for these newer problems and I was proud of him, villain or not.

My long walk finally ended at the base of the altar, to Sam's left. I nearly stumbled through my last few steps because she was so, so beautiful. The gown, a touch of blush, a hint of eye shadow, a bit of red in her lips…she was more than an angel, she was a golden goddess. My knees shook.

Sam met my gaze and smiled bashfully, then took in the sight of me in my gown. I trembled as her eyes devoured me, lingering on all the places I hoped she would and getting that glazed expression in her eyes as if she were looking at a bucket of fried chicken. She silently mouthed the words, "damn, kid," to me. My cheeks were on fire.

"Damn yourself," I mouthed back. For Sam to look at me like that was always the highest form of flattery. I could hardly wait to get to our room later so she could devour me in a different way.

My dad proudly offered me his arm, which I accepted, and we faced our officiant: Dice Corleon. Our longtime friend had gotten ordained online for us so he could perform the ceremony free of charge and exactly how we wanted it. Even though money really wasn't a problem for us anymore, it was such a sweet gesture. And a very Dice gesture, too.

I still wasn't used to seeing him for the handsome young man he had grown into. On some level, somewhere in my heart, he'd always be the goofy kid trying to sell me celebrity hair and weird kitchen utensils, or bursting through the door of Nona's old apartment to ask for help with whatever crazy problem he had that week.

Now he stood taller than Sam and I both, his thick, dark hair still retaining some of its natural curl. He sported a smartly trimmed, thin beard highlighting his strong jawline.

"Friends, family, and loved ones," Dice began. "We're here today to celebrate the union of two people who are very dear to my heart. I've known them both almost my entire life. First, we were neighbors. Then friends. They never treated me like the little kid I actually was—well, except for the one time they dressed me like a toddler, but that's a long story—and they always made me feel welcome. I didn't notice it right away, because I was just a kid, but I'd like to think I realized early on how special these two friends were, and how much it felt like they should be together. So to be the one that has the privilege of finally making it official is a big deal to me. An honor, even. I'm grateful for the opportunity."

He looked down at my dad and Spencer. "So first I ask, who supports these women in their decision to be married?"

My dad's whole arm was shaking as he escorted me forward. "Her mother and I," he said, his voice quivering. With that, he kissed me on my cheek and gave me the biggest hug.

Hold it together. Don't cry yet.

Spencer stepped forward with Sam. "I do," he said, then glanced down at Sam. "Her big brother."

The two shared a big hug as Spencer returned to his seat.

"Ladies, please approach. Who has the rings?"

"We do," Gwen said.

She and Ruby rose from their seats, each adorned in their own beautiful, sparkling gowns. They had grown into stunning young women; Gwen had the radiant glow of motherhood about her, and Ruby had a very flirtatious smile and beautiful eyes that seemed at once mysterious and inviting. They hurried up to the altar, each placing their pillow with our gold bands in front of Dice. Dice looked at the rings, then at the girls.

"Those are the real rings, right?" He wore a smile, but there was a hint of seriousness to it.

Ruby narrowed her eyes at him. "Of course it's really them," she said, before turning to her cousin. "Right?"

That drew some good-natured laughs.

"The exchange of wedding rings dates back to ancient Rome, where they were given as a symbol of fidelity and love," Dice continued. "And as part of that tradition, vows are exchanged along with the rings. Sam and Cat have chosen to write their own vows. Sam?"

Sam looked at me and I could feel the anxiety in her as she took a shaky breath. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. I gently reached out to her and took her hand in one of mine. Our eyes met, and the nervousness vanished. She reached for me and slid the ring over the tip of my finger.

She took another breath. "I once gave you a card that said, 'I hate most people, but you I like.' It sounded stupid when I wrote it then and over ten years later it still does. But it's how I've always felt, from the first time I saw you across the room at that ridiculous house party. And then when I saw you again trying to save those kids' dumb cat and getting tossed into a garbage truck. I've got a special place in my heart for everyone here with us. But there's only one person I honestly couldn't go another day without. I used to think my life was so complicated because you were in it. Because you made me question things. You pushed me and inspired me in ways I'd never experienced. And I figured out that I was the one making things complicated. Because you are the most genuine, uncomplicated person I've ever met, in the best possible way. Your love and affection is so simple and genuine and honest. Your heart is so open and beautiful. You saved me so many times. From leaving LA years ago, from my own mind when it tried to turn on me and convince me that rotting away by myself is the best I could hope for. So yeah…that stupid card is more true now than it's ever been. I hate most people, but you I like. You, I love." With that, she slid the ring fully onto my finger. It shone in the torchlight surrounding the altar.

So much for not crying until later. It was all I could to keep from pulling her into my arms right then and there.

Dice sniffled as he turned to me. "Cat?"

I took the ring from him and positioned it on Sam's fingertip as she had. My eyes met hers and my mind just…emptied. I had something prepared, I had it completely memorized, but it was just gone. What could I say to her that was as beautiful as what she said? How could I ever tell her how much she meant to me, how safe she made me feel, how…

How did I not already know exactly what to say?

My voice hadn't shaken like this in a long time. "When you first met me, I was just a scared, dizzy redhead with a lot of problems. I had such horrible anxieties. I fainted when I got scared. I was always regressing into a childlike state as a coping mechanism for external trauma." I heard some whispers in the audience from this, so I half-turned to them. "Don't worry. I'm feeling much better now." Some chuckled, some smiled, some were silent. I met Sam's gaze again. "But no matter how confused or scared I was, Sam, you always saw me somehow. Even when I couldn't. Sure, sometimes you'd mess with me a little, but that's kind of how you show affection. And you never made me feel bad about myself. You say that my love for you is uncomplicated…but so is how patiently and kindly you treated me, even when we were just friends. You filled our apartment with props from my favorite show when it got canceled, and you barely even knew me. You gave up a career as Peazy's assistant because my friendship was more important to you. You gave up your plans to travel the world to stay in LA with me. You moved to New York with me! And you even did the hardest thing possible, because you were willing to give up your own happiness when you thought it would mean I'd be happy. Nona used to read me a verse from the Bible: greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. And you've done that for me, Sam. So many times and without even thinking twice. You loved me before I even knew who I really was, and that hasn't changed. A long time ago, before I asked you to the prom, Jade asked me a question: why you? And the answer is the same today as it was then. I love being with you. You've made me safe. You've made me better. And today, you've made me the happiest girl in the entire world."

I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen Sam Puckett cry over the years. This would be one time I'd never forget. I love you, she said, quietly mouthing the words. I almost lost it myself. I slid the ring onto her finger. Her hand was trembling so much, or maybe it was mine.

Dice wiped his eyes. "By the power granted to me by the state of California, I'm so happy to pronounce Samantha Puckett and Caterina Valentine married, wife and wife. Now kiss her before you make us all lose it."

I didn't hear anything that came after "kiss her". Sam and I nearly tackled each other. She pulled me safe into her strong arms and I felt my body lift into the air. All I could taste were her lips on mine. Somewhere above the waves rolling in on the beach behind us and being smothered by Sam's lips, I heard our modest little gathering erupt into applause that would rival the biggest concert venue I'd ever played at. Our friends rushed the stage and embraced us. Somehow, they managed to lift us completely off our feet and carry us back down the path to the beach house.

I don't remember ever seeing Sam so happy. I held her hand tightly as our friends carried us away. It was time for a quick change of clothes while the guests found their way to the tents. The wedding was over, it was time to party!

Sam didn't care much for dancing that wasn't of the "random" variety, but she insisted we have a proper bridal dance. She was so worried about "making it up to me" for leaving, but I kept telling her I only wanted her to be happy. I'd have been happy just to sway with her for a few minutes. She said that making me happy would make her very happy. Well, how do you respond to that?

We spent the whole week practicing. We weren't doing an elaborate performance, just a simple dance set to our song, but she wanted to make sure she got it right.

The stage, a platform that rose about two feet off the beach, was in the perfect spot to enjoy the cool ocean breeze. The sun was nearly gone, and the stars were beginning to appear in force. We had a lovely view of the western sky; Herb's beach house was far enough from the city to avoid some of the light pollution, so it looked like a sparkly blanket of velvet above us.

The deejay—Sam's friend Bobby, who we had first met in New York—occupied a small corner of the stage. He had a mic ready for Tori and Jade as they stepped up to announce our arrival. Nearby in center stage, Andre, Beck, and some other guys stood ready with their instruments to play our song. I was so giddy! We waited across from the stage, hidden in the little wooden archway the crew had built for us.

"If I can have everyone's attention please!" Tori said.

The crowd in the tent adjacent to the dance floor was chattering so loudly, they didn't seem to hear her.

"Everyone, if I can have your attention, please. Hello?"

Still nothing. She glanced at me and shrugged. Before I could make any suggestions, Jade grabbed the mic out of Tori's hand and screamed into it as loudly as she could.

"Hey! Shut it!"

Jade's shrill voice cut across the beach like a crack of thunder, followed by a shriek of feedback. The crowd fell silent in an instant.

"Thanks, babe," Tori said. "If you'll all gather around the dance floor please, thank you." As the crowd hurried into place, she continued. "It's my great pleasure to announce, appearing for the first time as wife and wife, Samantha and Caterina Puckett!"

The band began to play, and the crowd clapped for us as we emerged from the arch, hand in hand. The sight made my heart soar: our closest friends and family sharing this amazing moment with us.

Sam took the lead position. I could tell she was worried, even though she tried to act like she wasn't.

"You've got this," I whispered, squeezing her hand. She smiled and I could sense her grip on me loosen. She was calming down.

Tori began singing Sheryl Crow's "I Shall Believe," the song that was playing when I was originally going to propose to Sam back at their own wedding.

Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe

Sam led flawlessly. Her eyes never left mine as we glided across the dance floor. With the waves lapping gently and the breeze through our hair, we might as well have been flying. Jade's voice joined Tori's.

I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me

Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe

Sam pulled me closer to her. I embraced her with both arms, resting my head against her. She slid her own arms around my waist, relaxing even more and moving effortlessly in the lead.

I'm finally home, I thought.

Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key

Tori and Jade's voices blended so beautifully. Maybe I'm just biased because it was my wedding night, but I don't think I ever heard them sing together so perfectly.

Never again
Would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me

Sam tilted my head to face her for the next part. The lyrics were a silent plea in her eyes, giving voice to thoughts and fears she couldn't find any other way to express.

Please say honestly
You won't give up on me

I smiled gently at her. "Never," I whispered.

The relief in her eyes brought tears to mine.

And I shall believe
I shall believe
And I shall believe

We held each other so close for the rest of the song and drifted away, lost in our own private world.

That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me

Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe

Even though the song ended, we didn't. We kept right on dancing. Who needs music?

We were cheered all the way to our seats at the bridal table. I thought Sam's idea to change out of our super fancy wedding gowns for the reception was brilliant. They were beautiful but heavy, and cleaning them after being down in the sand would have been difficult and probably expensive. The smaller formal gowns were easier to move and dance in, too. And changing into flats instead of heels might have been the best thing of all. There were nights when I was on tour where I'd be in different sets of heels for hours and my feet would be killing me by the end. At least we'd both be spared that on our wedding night.

As we took our seats, the catering staff ensured everyone had full glasses of wine or champagne. Carly was hurriedly referencing her note cards, which she brought despite both Sam and me insisting she didn't need to make some big, flowery speech.

The crowd began to settle as Carly gently tapped her fork on the side of her champagne glass. I wonder how such a weird gesture became the universal symbol of "quiet down, it's time for a toast." Carly glanced over her cards one more time, but seemed no more confident after.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Carly, and that's Sam and this is iGet to Give the Maid of Honor Speech. Hold for laughter." She nervously laughed a little, as if she were expecting everyone else would, too. When they didn't, she glanced back down at her card and swallowed hard. "It's funny, we were actually talking about who should give this speech, me or Melanie. But she was okay with letting me do it. As the only Puckett without a criminal record, she didn't want to publicly say anything that could get her in trouble." Carly laughed again as if she expected everyone else to join her.

I felt kind of bad for her.

"Okay, I guess I need to fire my comedy writer," she said awkwardly. "Freddie, you're fired."

More silence.

"Tough crowd. If someone's filming this, please tag me when you upload it so I can at least laugh at it later when I'm sober."

"Already on it," Millicent said, her phone out and recording. A handful of people laughed.

"Oh, it's funny when she says it," Carly grumbled. "Okay, well…bad jokes aside, I've known Sam since we were eight years old and she tried to steal my sandwich. I stole it right back and apparently, that little show of strength was enough to earn her respect. And it's been a running thing with her since I've known her…Sam respects strength. Why? Because she is the strongest, most courageous woman I've ever met. She has done so many things I never thought possible, things I'm not even sure I have the courage to do myself. When I first found out about her dating Cat, I was still living in Italy but came to LA to see her. I wanted to see if maybe she'd want to come back with me and start up our little web show again. And…she didn't. That's the moment I knew that one day, I'd be standing here, next to my best friend, giving this speech. Our show meant the world to both of us back then, but Sam had found someone that meant even more. Cat, you are the best thing that's ever happened to Sam, and to our whole family. I love you both so much; you're my sisters and my friends and it makes me so happy to know you've found each other. I promise that I'll always be here for both of you if you ever need anything. But…I have a feeling that with all you've been through together, you'll both be just fine."

Again, Carly chuckled with an air of expectancy.

"Oh come on, I can't even get a cheap laugh with a theme song joke?" She smiled and raised her glass. "To Sam and Cat: may you always hold onto each other and may every day find you more in love than the day before."

The crowd echoed her sentiments. Sam's hand slid into mine as we raised our glasses and drank. Carly slipped between us and gave us both a hug.

"That was beautiful," I told her.

"Really? Did you think it was funny?"

"Oh, Carls," Sam said, leaning her forehead against Carly's. "No. No one did. But that's okay, because it was perfect in every other way."

Carly huffed. "Thanks for softening the blow."

Sam pressed her lips against Carly's cheek. "You know I love you, right? Who's my best friend? Come on, who is it?"

Carly couldn't suppress a goofy, girly smile. "It's me."

"Always."

I don't think I'd ever seen Carly's smile so bright.

Weddings are exhausting.

I thought it was tiring helping to pull off Tori and Jade's but there is no comparison to actually being the bride. Literally every second of the entire experience, someone wants your attention or expects you to do something. We were barely getting started and I was already feeling myself starting to slow down a bit.

In the past hour, we had managed to convince Gibby not to take off his shirt, despite being on the beach; explained to Sikowitz why we weren't serving coconuts as a drink option; looked through about two hundred photos of Gwen's beautiful little daughter, Sophie; listened to Ruby talk about all the views her YouTube channel gets when she does a cover of one of my songs; gave Millicent three separate live reactions for her TikTok channel; and took a dozen selfies with Harper.

Presently, we were sitting with Hayley and Tara, watching as her daughter, Abby, danced with Trina's daughter Callie. Abby showed Callie how to record her dancing, I guess so she could upload it to her socials or something. For some reason, that had become regarded as being "creative," doing the exact same dance ten million other people do in the same way, then uploading it with the same hashtags.

Seemed like the opposite of creative to me. Maybe I was just getting older.

"Isn't she amazing?" Hayley asked wistfully. "She's so talented."

As it happened, of course, Jade was passing by at that exact moment and couldn't help but stop.

"Who, your kid?" she asked. Hayley nodded. "Guess that apple fell way off the tree then." She said with a smile, but there was still an edge to it. Almost a challenge for Hayley to respond.

"Well she sure didn't get it from her dad, so I guess I have the raw material," she said.

"How did you end up with her?" I asked. I'd thought she had been put up for adoption.

"She was with a foster family. The way my dad arranged things, he didn't want a trail to follow. He really didn't want me to ever find her."

"I'm glad you did," I said.

"So her foster parents were cool with you just…taking her back?" Jade asked, genuinely interested.

Hayley was still reluctant to say much. "That's not quite what we're doing. They're…well, they're evaluating me right now. I get to spend some time with her and if it goes well and they find that I'm a fit mother, then I can file to get her back."

As Jade watched the girls play, her mind seemed to drift for a few moments. "Well…if I can help…I mean if me and Tori can do anything for you. Just…y'know…say something."

Tara and I shared a surprised glance with each other. I don't think anyone was expecting that.

"Wow," Tara said softly.

Jade's eyes narrowed. "What? It's purely self-interest. Eventually, Tori and I will have a kid and it's always good to have friends and allies who are a little older and can kick a little ass."

We shared a knowing chuckle at Jade's expense.

As the current song came to an end, Bobby spoke up. "I'm gonna open up the mic now for some karaoke! If you're interested in singing, sign up now!"

Jade rose. "That's my cue. Cat, care to join me?"

"Who says you get to go first?" Hayley cut in.

"I suppose I do," Jade answered back. "Maid of Honor outranks lowly wedding guest."

They were playing, but there was still a touch of actual tension under the surface.

"Why don't you sing with us?" I suggested.

"Yeah," Jade echoed. "Like a sing-off. That you'll definitely lose."

Hayley and Tara shared a big smile between them. "Oh, you think so, huh?"

"I know so."

"Me too," I said. To Jade, I whispered, "What do I know?"

Jade laughed. "That we're going to kick their asses again." Her eyes narrowed further and she smirked at Hayley. "I'll even let you pick the song."

And that is how I came to be standing on the stage at my own wedding, ready to sing with Jade in a karaoke rematch against Hayley and Tara. I didn't really sense a lot of anger between her and Hayley, but I could also tell they were both going to bring their best performances. Tara and I promised to do the same as we worked out the song details.

As it turns out, Hayley has very similar taste in music to Jade. She went with a newer song from Halestorm, Wannabe. A fitting title, since when we first met Hayley and Tara, they called Hollywood Arts a school for "wannabes." I hadn't heard this one before, but Jade played it for me on her phone as we were preparing. I overheard Beck and Andre ask her if this was really necessary. The look she gave them answered them perfectly.

Bobby put on the track; a hard rock guitar riff opened as we all took a minute to find the rhythm. Hayley led the first verse, singing to Jade as much as the crowd.

You ain't no rock-star
You think you're so hard
With all your face tats, leather jacket, black car

Jade stepped up next, a huge smile on her face as she answered right back in Hayley's face.

You ain't no tough bitch
You think you're hot shit
Girl, you're all caked up, painted like a gold brick

Tara and I stepped in between them both and forced them to separate as we sang.

And you're playing around
Hitting all the right places
Wearing your smile
Making all the right faces

You ain't got me fooled
I can tell that you're faking
Faking, faking, yeah…

By now the tense energy of the song had taken hold. We were all moving around, pumping up the crowd, getting everyone excited. A handful of people were already dancing. Or…whatever it is you do at a rock show. All four of us carried the chorus.

You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me

But you'll never be, never be, never be, never be
This shit ain't for free

There can only be, only be, only be, only be
One one of a kind

When it's down to the wire, no one here can deny
That I'm b-b-b-bona fide!

I noticed our friends joining the crowd and cheering us on. At the front of that crowd, of course, was Sam. I felt her eyes on me even as Hayley picked up the next verse, getting back in Jade's face.

You ain't no badass
You like to talk trash
Think you're invincible, fisting all that hard cash

Jade fired right back at Hayley, but I admit I was a little more focused on Sam. There was an intensity in her glare that sent tingles through my belly. Her cheers were louder than anyone's.

You ain't no big-shot
You're just a knock-off
You're just a well dressed, impressive imposter

Tara and I played into the conflict, getting in each other's faces as we sang our part. I made sure to sway my hips and shake my butt in Sam's direction as we pretended to give each other crap.

And you're playing around
Hitting all the right places
Wearing your smile
Making all the right faces

You ain't got me fooled
I can tell that you're faking, faking, faking, yeah

The crowd was really starting to cheer and laugh at the four of us taking these shots at each other. Both "sides" had their fans. I have to admit, Hayley and Tara sounded amazing. I know Tori taught Tara directly and it showed. She must have done a great job passing it on to Hayley, because they both were formidable vocalists.

You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me (someone just like me)

But you'll never be, never be, never be, never be
This shit ain't for free (this shit ain't for free)

There can only be, only be, only be, only be
One one-of-a-kind (one one-of-a-kind)

When it's down to the wire
No one here can deny
That I'm b-b-b-b-bona fide

The crowd was really invested as we turned into the bridge. Jade took the lead here, really getting into Hayley's face.

You ain't no present tense
You think you're heaven-sent
You're just a juiced up puppet paying low rent

Hayley let Jade push her back across the stage, then went on the offensive, pushing right back the other way.

You ain't no answer
You ain't no savior
You're just a good excuse for bad behavior

She held that last note for an impressive amount of time. Tara and I shared a look of mutual surprise; I don't think she expected it, either.

Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me

Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me (someone just like me)

Never be, never be, never be, never be
This shit ain't for free (this shit ain't for free)
Only be, only be, only be, only be
One one-of-a-kind

When it's down to the wire
No one here can deny

The song wound down, but the guests didn't. They kept cheering on Jade and Hayley.

You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
The real thing
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe

"Damn, ladies," Bobby said. "I was not expecting that!" Our friends inched closer to the stage. It looked like Sam was ready to climb up and join me, but she was quickly crowded by Tori, Andre, and Abby. They all shouted words of encouragement as Bobby continued. "All right, all right, we have kind of an even split here. Let me hear from the Queen's loyal subjects first!"

Half the place erupted in cheers and applause for Jade. Bobby listened closely, impressed. "Fair enough, that'll be tough to top. Who thought Hayley brought it?"

Hayley's cheer was so close to Jade's, I honestly couldn't tell which one was louder. Neither could Bobby. "Y'all are on your own figuring this one out. It's too close to call! Let's get the stage cleared out for the next act."

As people began stepping down from the stage and clearing the dance floor, Abby joined her mother amidst the chaos.

"I think your applause was louder," Abby said to her mom.

"Thanks, sweetie," Hayley said. "It doesn't matter, though. It was just for fun."

"Eh, come on, that's what the loser always says." Jade's smirk was fully on as Hayley prepared to defend herself. "And since you clearly weren't the loser, you shouldn't be saying it."

Hayley stopped mid-sentence. She stared blankly at Jade as if expecting more daggers to come out, but Jade only smiled.

"I know when to admit defeat," she said.

Hayley raised an eyebrow. "Since when?"

Jade's eyes quickly flicked to Abby, then back to Hayley. "Since I learned some things are more important." She looked back at Abby. "Your mom won that round, kid. You should be proud of her."

Abby wrapped her arms around Hayley's waist. "You're so cool! I knew you could do it."

Hayley's eyes were brimming as she returned her daughter's embrace. She couldn't allow herself to fully trust Jade, but she offered a peaceful, if skeptical, smile.

"Thanks," she said.

Jade's smirk returned. "Savor the flavor, sweetie. Next time, the queen will get her revenge." She winked at Hayley, who relaxed into a laugh.

"We'll see about that."

"Yeah, we will."

Tara was suddenly beside me, watching the exchange in the same state of disbelief as me.

"Did they just become friends?" she asked.

As the coming years would eventually bare out, the answer to that question was…yes.

The crowd was starting to dwindle a bit; some of the older adults had left, and others were on their way out. Sadly, Melanie had an early flight to catch and was the first of our bridal parties to leave us. The sisters parted with hugs and tears and promises to see each other again soon.

Sam and I spent as much time with those who stayed as we could, sharing in laughs and memories, graciously accepting their well-wishes, and ensuring they remembered to take some food. Everyone seemed to enjoy the ceremony, even though it didn't really follow a "typical" wedding. There was no garter or bouquet toss, no big, silly cake cutting, none of the stuff that made it feel like a big production.

One of the last guests out the door was Gibby, who made it a point to come and give Sam a massive bear hug.

"Congrats, Sam," he said. "My kids are seriously loving the new iCarly stuff."

Sam and I shared a quick, confused look.

"Someone procreated with you?" Sam asked.

Gibby laughed. "Oh, not mine! No, I don't have any of my own. I manage a rec center now. Try to give some of the kids in the area something to do after school, y'know? Keep 'em off the street and away from too much technology. But I always make an exception for iCarly."

"That's pretty amazing, Gib," Sam said. "Good for you. I work with kids, too, I'm actually a guidance counselor now."

"Man, how crazy is that," he mused. "You, a guidance counselor, and me running a rec center. Spin-off potential all over the place, am I right?"

Trina saved us from having to reply to that bizarre comment. "Hey, I got a fire started in one of the rings down by the beach. Anyone up for it?"

That sounded like the perfect way to wrap up the evening.

Half an hour later, we were nestled into comfy chairs or benches or spread out on blankets. The fire was banked high in our midst, casting pretty red, yellow, and orange shades on everyone. The water was audible just beyond the smoky crackle of the wood. Talk about relaxing. It was heaven to listen to the waves roll in and gently wash against the shore, to look up at the beautiful night sky and see the stars twinkling, and maybe best of all, to look around the fire and see the faces of the people I loved the most.

My circle of friends, which was literally a circle tonight around the fire, had grown and changed and expanded and contracted over the years, but there were a few core people who had been there with me and for me for almost my entire life. At least since high school and beyond.

Sam sat to my right. To my left, wrapping around the fire, was Tori, Jade, Beck, Trina, Robbie, Andre, Tara, Hayley and Abby, then Carly and Freddie completing the circle on the other side of Sam.

I was captivated listening to Andre's story about how he and Tara decided to start dating.

"I mean, it was obvious pretty quick that we were on the same level. Every idea I had about the label, she understood it, and just as often she improved it. I was so impressed, like…she knows her stuff for sure."

"But it wasn't just our vision for it that lined up," Tara added. "It was everything. All the silly pop culture stuff, music, movies…we never had the meal debate, like gee what do you want, I don't know what do you want. And we'd slide in and out of small talk like it was second nature."

"So who made the first move?" Tori asked. Seemed like an odd question for Tara's ex-girlfriend to ask, but they didn't seem to mind.

Andre laughed. "She did, about ten years ago at Karaoke Dokie. But this time around I just asked her out to dinner."

"And I thought he meant to go to dinner like to talk about the label. He showed up all dressed up and there I was all business casual, like we were going to a board room. But he played it so cool and so sweet. Like it didn't bother him at all. When the flowers showed up halfway through dinner though I kinda got the hint."

"That's so sweet, Andre," Tori said.

"Sweet? Please, I did it because I couldn't figure out how to tell her I wasn't there for work. But she had so many good thoughts we still ended up talking about it for most of the night."

"I'm so happy for you guys," I said. "Maybe you'll be the next to get hitched."

Andre raised his hand. "Slow down girl. Damn."

Tara cleared her throat. Andre turned to find her staring at him, her arms across her lovely chest. "Are you implying you don't want to marry me?"

Andre forced an awkward laugh. "I didn't…I mean…you know, that was all out of…" He sighed. "We're still getting to know each other, that's all. Maybe someday we can talk about it but I don't think either of us wants to jump into something like that yet."

A smile spread across Tara's face. "Good answer, slick," she said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He smiled.

"Mom, this is getting boring."

Abby had been restless since Dominic took Callie home, and now she was getting vocal about it.

"We'll go soon," her mother responded.

"Kinda boring with just grownups here, huh?" Robbie asked her. She stared at him blankly for a second.

"Yeah," she said. "Especially weird ones."

Trina laughed. "Wow, she has your number," she said teasingly.

"Hurtful, but accepted," Robbie said. "I'll be right back." He ran off toward the beach house, emerging only a few minutes later, carrying an elongated box.

"Whatcha got there, Robbie?" I asked.

"Something that used to help me fight off boredom," he said. "And since Miss Abby is bored I thought maybe…"

Robbie's voice shifted into a familiar urban accent.

"Maybe I can help? You would think that, you dummy."

Suddenly, Rex Powers was perched on Robbie's knee. Something in my belly did a somersault at seeing the goofy thing. It had been years since Robbie had Rex out for us. Before he left for Vegas, I think.

Tori clapped and cheered.

"Awww, hey Rex!"

"Hey there, cupcake. Long time no see."

Tara laughed in delight.

"Oh my gosh, I remember that puppet!"

Rex's head turned slowly towards her. I knew what was coming. "Don't call him a puppet," I said gently to Tara. "He doesn't like it."

Tara's look of confusion was common; expected, even. "Oh…um, okay. Sorry little guy."

Rex seemed to glare at her. "First one's free, but the next one'll cost you. Anyway, why'd you wake me up? You think I've got nothing better to do than parlor tricks for some bored kid?"

"I'm not some kid," Abby said indignantly. "My name's Abby."

"Is your first name Dowton?"

Rex seemed pleased with his joke, but Jade wasn't going to let that slide.

"Hey splinterhead, I don't think a ten-year-old is gonna get that joke."

"Are you kidding, I love that show! Me and my mom watch it all the time."

I don't know how, but I swear Rex smirked at Jade. "Who's your favorite character?"

"Violet, duh!"

"No way. Get outta my head, kid, she's my favorite, too. Maggie Smith is a national treasure." Rex looked back to Robbie. "This kid's cooler than you."

Abby giggled. "Did you hear what he said?"

Hayley smiled warmly at Abbie. "I did." That same warm smile slid over to Robbie. "But I think he's pretty cool, too."

And so the night went on. We shifted and shuffled our group a little. Robbie moved over so Abby could talk to Rex more directly. I was genuinely surprised at how she responded to them both.

"Do you want to try it?" Robbie asked.

Abby's eyes lit up. "You mean like play with him?"

"Sure. Here, I'll show you."

Robbie took great care in showing Abby how to fit her hand inside Rex, how to work his head and his mouth, and even how to try and talk normally when your lips are barely moving. It was like watching a magician reveal how he does the magic tricks. I'd never seen Robbie talk about Rex this way. It was fascinating, but also kind of sad.

"How'd you get so good at this?" Abby asked.

Robby's face was flush; he loved the attention, I think.

"I just practiced a lot. I used to be kind of shy when I was younger. Always scared of saying the wrong thing. So Rex let me say the things I was scared to say. And if people didn't like it, that was okay, because Rex could take it even if I couldn't."

"I get it," Abby said. "He was your coping mechanism. I learned about that. I have one too."

Robbie seemed deeply impacted by this. "What's yours?"

"I like to draw." Abby hesitated. "Do…you want to see?"

"Of course, if you want to share."

Abby excitedly pulled out her phone, which I noticed had a little stylus attached. She showed Robbie some of her drawings, and he responded with all the excitement and encouragement he could show her.

Through it all, Hayley watched in silent wonder, a tentative but very warm smile across her red lips. She must have felt me staring as she looked my way.

"She's never this open," she told me quietly, not wanting to interrupt the moment. "It's like he just gets her. I can't believe it."

"He's always been great with kids," I said. "And he's a sweet, smart guy."

"I think I remember him, wasn't he there that night at Karaoke Dokie? With the…uh…with Rex?"

I'd almost forgotten about that. "Ohmygosh, yes. They sang Forever, Baby."

Hayley nodded. "I barely noticed him that night. Probably wouldn't have given him the time of day. I was so stupid."

I slid closer to Hayley. "You weren't stupid. You were just a kid, like we all were. I mean we thought we were all grown up and hot stuff, but…we had no idea, did we?"

"I sure didn't," Hayley said sadly. But she smiled again as Robbie made her daughter laugh. "I can't believe how much it makes my heart swell just to hear that laughter. Do you think she'll be able to forgive me for leaving her?"

"It looks to me like she's just happy to have her mom in her life," I said.

"I guess. I just hope it's not too late with her."

I smiled and nudged Hayley with my shoulder. "Just look at Tori and Jade over there. Or even me and Sam. Or you and Tara. It's never too late for one last chance."

From out of nowhere, Hayley hugged me. It was quick and it was subtle and no one else saw it, but it happened. And in the few moments in her embrace, I was wrapped in a surprising warmth that I never would have guessed she was capable of.

"Thanks, Cat. That's some of the sweetest, smartest advice I've ever heard."

The conversation went deep into the night. I was in no hurry to leave. I had Sam at my side and my best friends all around me. Where else could I want to be?

While Abby practiced more with Rex, Hayley turned her attention to Robbie and the two of them talked quietly. I'm not sure what they said, but both of them were practically glowing. Sam chatted with Carly and tormented Freddie. Tara and Andre lapsed into talking about work a little, but just as quickly shifted back into small talk. Beck hung out with Jade, telling her about some director he worked with on a movie that he thought they should meet. Tori excitedly shared Jade's beautiful birthday surprise of being willing to carry a baby for her.

The simple act of these ordinary, everyday conversations turned out to be the most amazing, magical part of the entire evening. Which is why I was dreading that inevitable moment when someone would point out—

"It's getting pretty late," Beck said, stretching and yawning.

My heart fell. I wasn't ready for it to be over. I loved having everyone together again.

"Come on, we've got at least another round of drinks in us, don't we?" Jade read my mind.

"I'm not sure I can do another round and be awake to get home," Andre added.

I felt the tide turning. Time was against us. I didn't want this perfect night to end.

"Okay," I said desperately. "I know it's late, but…come on. Do you think we at least have time for one last song?"

Tori's eyes lit up. Jade smiled. Andre's fatigue seemed to disappear. He shot a glance to Beck, who nodded and quickly rose. He hurried back with his acoustic guitar, which he had left on the stage nearby.

"I know just the song," Robbie said. He leaned in and whispered to Beck, who smiled.

"I know that one, sure."

"Hey, who says you guys get to sing?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, that's usually our thing," Tori added.

"Come on, I think we've earned at least one," Robbie said.

"Yeah, we're basically NPCs in your lives," Beck laughed. "We just sit around and wait for some of you to need us for something. Let us have the spotlight for once."

Tori, Jade, and I shared a devious look, then huddled together.

"What are we thinking, ladies?" Jade asked. "Should we throw 'em a bone?"

"I'm curious what song he picked," Tori said.

"And Beck's right, they do just kind of seem to exist in the background most of the time," I added. "We should let them have this one."

"Okay, then. Cat, you tell them."

I turned around and regarded the guys as they waited for our response. "This counsel of amazingly talented young women has unanimously decided to give you our blessing for this song."

The guys shared a look between them. They seemed on the same page, but it was Beck who spoke up. "You know we would have just sang it anyway, right?"

"I had not considered that option, no." I poked Robbie in the shoulder. "So come on. Give us your best shot."

Robbie chuckled nervously. "No pressure." He glanced over to Freddie. "Care to join us?"

Freddie hesitated. "I'm not really much of a—"

Carly leaned over. "Go sing with the boys."

"Yes, dear."

Freddie slid over next to Robbie while Sam made a whipping sound in Freddie's direction. He stuck his tongue out. She flipped him off.

"Did you see that?" Freddie asked Carly.

"Sam, be nice to my man."

"I will when you get one." Carly gave her best friend the look. "Fine, fine. Sorryish."

His eyebrow went up. "Ish?"

"Take what you can get," Carly whispered.

"Get on with the song already or we're gonna take over," Jade groused.

Beck and Robbie exchanged a quick glance. Beck began plucking at his guitar and we settled in to listen.

I recognized the tune to Simple Things right away. Robbie began singing the first verse, his voice showing confidence I hadn't heard before.

Small-town living gets old when you've got big dreams
Feels like you can only think as far as you can see

18, tatted up, tryna sell weed
Knowing I'd take the fall for the whole team
Wasn't tryna hear it every time that you told me

The other boys joined in for the chorus, with Andre harmonizing. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs.

It's the sound of the rain coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend that you love, but never get to see
All the time you can waste tryna chase what you'll never need
Hope you back around to simple things

The simple notes of the guitar and the boys' voices blended perfectly with the crackling fire and the gentle rush of the waves. I lost myself in the lyrics as my eyes drifted between my dearest friends.

How's it been four, five years since I got down on my knees?
And how could I forget the sweet smell of the honeysuckles in the breeze?

Woulda never thought tryna chase this dream
Would give me nightmares, now I get no sleep
Nowadays, seems like the only thing that calms me

Hayley, Tara, and Abby swayed back and forth together, with Hayley stealing glances at Robbie. Carly slid closer to Sam and made eyes at Freddie as he sang.

Is the sound of the rain coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend that you love, but never get to see
All the time you can waste tryna chase what you'll never need
Always comes back around to simple things

Jade wrapped her arms around Tori. The two shared a kiss. I felt Sam's arms embrace me, too, and her lips against the back of my neck.

This is it. This is all I'll ever need.

Like a song that you know from the past coming on,
when you need it so bad

Like a drink in your glass at the end of the day
that you needed to have

Yeah, I try and still sometimes I mess it up
Lately, I been asking myself, "What's enough?"

One by one, everyone joined in and the beach rang out with all of our voices, blended together and rising up into the night.

The final notes of the song faded and a profound peace settled over all of us.

"Thanks, Robbie," I said. "That really was perfect."

A deeply contented silence enveloped us all. It had been an amazing night, but it was okay for it to end. Life was full of those moments, after all, and I've learned to cherish every one of them. Weddings. Births. Graduations. Successes and failures. Joy and sadness. Happiness and sorrow. Even just…sitting around the fire with friends and singing. That's when we were always at our very best. Always at our happiest. And that would never, ever change.

Life is such a beautiful gift. And even when those special moments end, it's not necessarily all there is. Goodbyes aren't always forever. And there are always more stories left to tell.

And when things change and you find you're not even the main character anymore, that's okay, too. The story always goes on. Like with Callie. And Abby. And yes, even Tori and Jade's little girl.

That's how it should be. That's what makes it all worthwhile.

So long as there's more life left to live, more memories to make, and more love to share, there will always be time for one last song.