A couple months later

I'm in a violet wedding dress that has ruffles going all the way down the back so that there's some even on my ass. My hair is piled up in all sorts of knots on my head, with just a tiny bit left down. Glitter is coated on my eyelids and around my eyes, and my bra has even been stuffed by over-zealous seamstresses.

Hamby better appreciate this.

Our wedding is small, with only around 20 people in attendance. My less than enthusiastic parents, Hamby's horrified parents, Aiko, Campbell (who came with Aiko), Dan, one of my former friends, Jason the not so gangster, some of Hamby's teacher friends (I have no idea who they are) and some other people I don't know. But whatever, it makes us look more popular, or at least, less pathetic.

I get ready to march out; clutching my bouquet of black roses (I insisted that they had to be black, much to the florist person's distaste. Well excuse me, but who's wedding is this jackass?) in the back room thing of the banquet hall. Hamby and I aren't really religious so we figured getting married in the Church would seem...umm...hypocritical? Thank god for the Justice of the Peace, no pun intended.

Finally, after Kaiya was done strewing black rose petals all over the aisle type thing (and I think she ate a few too, but whatever. If the kid wants to eat flowers, let her.) and the bridesmaids were done walking out (Aiko, and some of Hamby's female friends who are probably also ex-lovers because I am incapable of making female friends) it was my turn to go (without my father, he refused to escort me, the asshole).

What's the worst thing a bride can do when walking down the aisle?

Trip.

What did I do while when walking down the aisle?

If you said trip, you'd be absolutely correct.

I take a face-first fall, completely squishing my pretty bouquet. I can hear the small audience gasp in a, oh my god, this only happens on TV! Kinda way. But still, I pick myself up, force a smile on my face, and continue down the aisle.

I can see Hamby trying his best not to laugh at me, and I smack him with my flowers when I finally take my space next to him.

"Such grace," He whispers to me with a smirk.

"Such tact," I whisper back, getting ready to smack him again.

"Touché," Hamby surrenders.

The Justice of the Peace gives us a nasty look. "We are gathered here today..." he begins to drone, and even though it's my own wedding, I'll admit, I zone out a little.

What brings me back is Hamby nudging me (hard!) in the ribs and hissing, "It's almost time for the I do's. Now I know you're not into this wedding stuff but this is kind of important."

I roll my eyes. "I'm paying attention!" I hiss back just as the Justice of the Peace turns his attention to me.

"And now the bride and groom would like to recite their own vows," He says and then nods at Hamby to begin.

Hamby clears his throat, and it's obvious he's rehearsed this in front of his mirror or something. "Lali Winters, I've got to admit, you can bring out the worst in me. You can have me to the point where I'm tearing my hair out in anger, or crying my eyes out in frustration or to the point of madness where I don't even know what to do. But a long time ago, I realized, that I love feeling like that. I love having you do those things to me. Well, maybe not having you piss me off, but as long as you're with me, I'm happy. You don't exactly make me feel wonderful all the time, but a life without you isn't really a life I want to live. I love you, even though it's something I never thought I would feel for you. You are my freaky goth girl, always and forever, and I wouldn't want you any other way."

I can feel my eyes well up, and I'm surprised. I usually don't get choked up at sappy scenes like the one I'm living, but god, Hamby just killed me there. And the fact that he means it makes it ten times more meaningful.

The justice now looks at me. I'm up to bat.

Ok, so I didn't write my own vows. I kinda come up with them as I'm supposed to say them. "Kyle Hamby, you are the most infuriating, egotistical, idiot I have ever met. I hated your guts when I first saw you, and then, against my will and better judgment, fell in love with you. I still kinda hate myself for that, by the way."

I look around, at the shocked faces of our family and friends listening to my rant, and smile. Well, they might as well know the truth.

"And no matter how many times I tried to get rid of you, you kept coming back like a defective boomerang. And only when I was faced with actually losing you, I realized that I'm a complete and total idiot, maybe even as big a one as you, for ever trying to get rid of you! I mean, well...I don't think I could. Get rid of you I mean. But I'm babbling now, so I'll wrap this puppy up. Kyle Hamby, I love you, even though you can be an ass, and I'm actually looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you. I love you, my stupid preppy boy."

I sigh, glad that's over with. I've never been good at public speaking.

"Well...I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the justice says, confused by our odd vows, and I grin. Now this has one thing about the wedding I've been looking forward to.

I capture Hamby's mouth with my own and kiss him with everything I've got. I may not be able to put my feelings for him into words, but I sure as hell can communicate them through a kiss.

And he does the same.

"You...can umm...stop now." The poor justice says awkwardly after a while, and I blush. Hamby straightens the front of his tux, and blushes a little too. "I now present to you, the new Mr. Hamby and Mrs. Lali Winters-Hamby,"

As I take Hamby's hand and walk down the aisle with him, his new wife, I have to smile. My stupid preppy boy held up his end of the bargain after all.

And who would've guessed it? That I, Lali Winters, would've had an illegal relationship with my teacher, ruined his marriage that happened after I walked out on him, and after he left the school, and then retaliated by using his perverted best friend, who would later cheat on his wife and me at the same time, driving me back to him, but then away from him once the media found out because of a jealous (and slutty) ex student of his, and then back to him when he proposed the first time and I said no out of fear, but after some advice from his ex wife that I would go crawling back to him and be standing here now, walking down the aisle with him, as his new wife?

Definitely not me, or any other sane person for that matter.

But hey, I guess its all part of being a freaky goth girl.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

T H E E N D

Author's Note (The last one!)

OH MY GOD IT'S FINALLY DONE!

I'm shocked. I'm sad. I'm happy. I'm...wow. Can you believe it, because I'm freaking out!?

But I couldn't have done it alone. There are some people I need to thank.

To my faithful reviewers:

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The Wind Charmer

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And all my other reviewers.

Thank you all so much for your continued support and kindness! Without you guys I probably would have abandoned Lali and Hamby's saga a long time ago. You guys are truly fictionpress's finest, and I adore each and every one of you. I can't thank you enough. I hope you guys continue to read the new stuff I'll be posting, because I think I'd miss you all too much!

To all my other readers:

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So...I think that's it.

My friends, we have saved the whales, imported illegal llamas, had our yellow pinky toe senses tingling, and will now "go fish".

Thank you all so much, I couldn't have done it without you.

Zenfully yours,

Hoorabuddha.