Alone Together // Pete Wentz

All I wanted

Authors note:
Well this is it guys, the last chapter. Im sorry as heck that I didn't update sooner. Also, this got published before another part so I had to delete it and recopy paragraph by paragraph and blah it was just a mess. But I'd just like to thank you all for being so awesome and supportive. Reading your comments always makes me smile. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it :)
Love always,
Anna

Wedding Day
~Anna's POV~
I open the door and am greeted with squealing faces, and a grinning stylist. There's my friend Emma, Callie, My mom, My Aunt, My cousins Bria and Jaelyn, Becca, Julia, and Julia's daughter, Hailey. I grin and laugh as I get hugs from each of them.
"Alright sweetie, let's do your hair first." My stylist smiles. I nod and sit in a high spinny chair. I notice she has words on tattoed on her wrist. I move me head to get a better view. I finally make out the words- "Boycott Love." My smile widens.
"You like Fall Out Boy, huh?" I nod towards her wrist.
She blushes and stops spraying my hair for a second. "Yeah, you too?"
"Oh, she likes them." Bria giggles.
"She reeeeeally likes them." Jaelyn adds. Everyone else laughs, but she looks kinda confused.
"Im- uh... actually getting married to Pete Wentz." I have to stifle a laugh. Her eyes widen.
"Oh my god, I knew you looked familiar!" The girl drops the bottle of hairspray and her face turns red again. I let out a small laugh and get off the chair to pick it up.
"Th-thanks." She mutters, still in shock. Then she snaps out of it and gets back to doing my hair, more carefully than before.
"Sorry for being so clumsy... To be honest I was fangirling a bit in my head." She admits, laughing.
"Haha, it's cool! What if I said you could meet all four of them after the wedding?" I smirk playfully. Her eyes widen again.
"C-could I?" She asks. I nod.
"You're the best!" She hugs me. She finsishes my hair, and it looks amazing. (A/N pictures in sidebar)
Next, she does my concealer, foundation, mascara, and eyeliner. I look in the mirror and I actually feel confident when I smile at everyone.
"All done!" She squeaks.
"Thank you so much! I love it. What's your name, by the way?" I grin.
"May." She replies, taking my dress off of the hanger. "You can go change in the bathroom!" She hands me the dress.
"Okay." I say and do as she says. Once I'm done, I walk back into the room. A chorus of gasps come from the eight of them.
"You look stunning!" My Aunt says.
"Beautiful, honey." Mom adds.
"It fits perfectly!" May exclaims. And a bunch more compliments like that.
"Aw thanks, you guys." I blush. I'm all ready now, so naturally, my nerves start to kick in. Why do you get nervous before your wedding? My stomach twists and I take a deep breath.

~Pete's POV~
I study my black suit in the mirror.
"You look great, man." Brendon insists.
"Yeah!" Ryan excitedly grins. Brendon looks a little annoyed at his enthusiasm. Patrick sees this and holds in laughter.
"I guess you could say it suits me." I laugh and point at them for approval. I will never give up on puns. Ever.
"No." My dad looks really done as he says that, in a loving way. I fake a pout and then there's a knock on the door.
"Okay, everyone except for Pete has to take their seats now." Someome says through the door. Brendon, Ryan, My dad, Joe, Andy, and Patrick all say goodbye to me and walk out of the room. Im left alone with my thoughts. Suddenly there's another knock on the door.
"Pete, are you ready?" My mom asks.
"Yeah, be right out." I reply, biting my lip. I'm getting really anxious. My mom puts her arm around me and we quickly walk down the aisle. There are smiles from everyone as I nervously make eye contact with a few of my relatives in the pews. I walk up next to the priest and he smiles at me. My brother Andrew stands next to me nervously. When I called to ask him if he wanted to be my best man, he said he wouldn't miss it for the world. It meant a lot that he was here, considering he had to come all the way from Britain to get here. I hear the long wooden doors open from the front of the church and turn around to see our little flower girl Ava, Tom's daughter, carrying a little basket and pegging purple flower petals everywhere. When I say pegging, I mean pegging. She actually managed to hit Brendon straight in the face. There are a chorus of laughs and "awhhhhs."
"Should've closed the god dang door." I hear Brendon mutter but then laugh. Ava reaches the end of the aisle and then sits down between Tom and Anna's mom. The door opens again and this time, every single head turns around. There are gasps and oooohs and a lot more reactions like that. I fight the urge to run over, pick her up, and kiss her right now. But I'll have to wait for that.