(2) Overnight Sensation: An All Time Low Fanfiction Romance

Chapter 89: The Wedding

        NEXT JUNE

        "Come on, dad. Seriously, we're gonna be late!" I grumbled to myself, fixing my hair in the front mirror of the house that was next to the stairway to get upstairs. It spiraled down past my shoulders in curls. It was getting extremely long, but I sort of liked the way it looked. I had decided after finishing up school that I wanted to lighten up my hair and eyebrows for the summer. I just wanted some kind of change, honestly.

        I had finished up my first year of college this past May, and I had come home to spend time with my dad, who convenienetly got back in April. It wasn't because the Army had followed through with their promise as much as it was that my dad was having back problems while serving and could barely stand up at times. They had come to the conclusion to send him home, and discuss further details when he was feeling better. I was hoping they had decided that his time in the Army as an active soldier wasn't a good idea, and they would prefer him training others instead of actively performing.

        "I have no damn idea how to do this thing," he muttered while walking down the stairs. He was in a white button down, black dress pants and shiny black shoes. It was obvious that he kept them in the closet and never touched them by the lack of wear. But he cleaned up well, and I was happy to see him standing and walking around.

        He was fiddling with a light blue tie around his neck, unsure of how to actually tie it. I was sure that in all of the years of him being here, alone, he would have learned it by now. But I grinned at him from the bottom of the stairs as he reached them, and offered my hand by grabbing the fabric and beginning to inform the unthinkable, tying it.

        "I hate dressing up," he grumbled quietly, acting like a child. I rolled my eyes at him with a smile, light from the open front door hitting the side of his face. I tightened the tie around his neck, but sure not to choke him. I patted his chest lightly, to tell him I was done.

        "It's Kara's sister's reception, dad. Mr. and Mrs. Diakoulas want you there," I tried to reason with hiim. The actual wedding ceremony was private, family only. I would have assumed he would have been happy to just have to go to one. In defeat, he let out a sigh and gave me an awkward smile

        "Guess that's what I get for being friendly, huh?"

        "Yup, being invited to an event is just part of the punishment is all," I rolled my eyes once again, feeling as if I was the adult in the situation. It was funny how we could act towards each other sometimes, like even in the months apart from each other, we could just be normal no matter what.

        "You look so grown up, Stella," my dad's voice seemed to carry off as he looked me over. I snorted at the thought, not feeling any different than I had my junoir year of high school. He was acting like I never wore dresses or something. I was in a strapless, printed dress. It was a forest green, and light grey multicolored dress with a sweet heart neckline and a thin brown belt around my torso. Paired with brown werdges and my usual necklace and I was dressed almost the same way I normally did. Sure, my style had changed slightly, but not enough to notice.

        "We're already late, let's go," I latched onto his arm, dragging him out of the house. It was close to 4:30, and the summer heat was as strong as ever. I hopped into the front seat of my dad's truck, opening the window as he turned it on. It reminded me of last summer, and I had an ache in my stomach for Alex and the tour bus, sitting in his bunk, and not having to say a word.

        Alex and I were still together, and strong to say the least. I wasn't sure how it would all work out when I first left for school and he left for touring. But we made it work better than I thought we were going to. The first stretch of time apart, it really hit home the that we wouldn't be together for a long time. We had our moments of doubts, don't get me wrong. I remember one night in particular in October where I was having a really bad day, and Alex was out with the guys. I remember accusing him of doing unthinkable things, and I remember being horrible to him. And not even twelve hours later, he was sitting outside my dorm, a hard expression on his face as he made me sit down and listen to him speak. I still can't believe he went through all that trouble just for me being the biggest bitch in the entire world.