Suicide : Ryan Ross

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothes

It was the date of May 4th. Grace stood nervously behind closed wooden doors. Standing on the other side were guest and most importantly, Ryan. She took deep breaths to clam herself down, before Pete came and stood next to her.

"Are you nervous?" He asked in a low voice to keep her clam. For the last three years, Pete had been like a father to Grace and that's why she had him walk her down the isle.

"Kind of yeah." Grace nodded and looked at him with tears in her eyes. "What if it doesn't work out?" She said quickly and Pete wiped her tears.

"Grace Petri Lavender, about to be Ross, everything will be fine. It'll work out, because Ryan loves you. If Ryan didn't love you then he wouldn't have stuck around for three years and he wouldn't have proposed."

Grace nodded and she knew that Pete was right. Why would Ryan have done all that stuff for her? Ryan obviously loved her and proved it in every way that she would allow him.

"Alright Grace," Pete pulled Grace out of her thoughts. "It's time." They both stood up and walked to the door. They looped arms before the door opened.

The door swung open and Pete and Grace walked down. Grace caught eye of Ryan who was smiling like crazy and Grace smiled back. She wanted to speed this thing up so she could marry her one true love and have cake!

She saw Brendon, Jon, and Spencer standing to the left of Ryan. Grace also saw her bridesmaids sanding right of where Grace was about to be. Soon, Pete and Grace were up by the alter and Grace couldn't be more happy.

Pete handed her off to Ryan and they both stood at the alter, not before Ryan kissed Grace on the cheek, resulting in a soft murmer of aw's from the guest. "You look beautiful," Ryan whispered over to her.

"Thanks." Grace mouthed back as the officiant started speaking.

"Welcome, family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of George and Grace. You have come here to share in this formal commitment they make to one another, to offer your love and support to this union, and to allow George and Grace to start their married life together surrounded by the people dearest and most important to them." The officiant started the ceremony.

Grace loved her decision of using George instead of Ryan, because Ryan's first name was George and it was just traditional. Plus it made her feel like a queen, his queen.

"Will you, George, take this woman to be your wedded wife?" The officiant asked Ryan.

'I will." Ryan smiled at Grace.

"Will you, Grace, take this man to be your wedded husband?" He asked the same question to Grace.

"I will." Grace said smiling at Ryan and he gave her hand a small squeeze.

"We've come to the point of your ceremony where you're going to say your vows to one another. George, you go first."

Grace hadn't heard a single word of Ryan's vows and was really excited to hear how he felt about her. She knew he loved her, but now he was going to pour his heart and soul out to her in front of so many people. They better be good, he's a song writer!

"Grace I've loved you since I layed eyes on you! I got to know you slowly and you became even more beautiful. I was devastated when you were taken from me and I promise to love you forever and protect you from any harm that may come your way. I love you with all of my heart and I promise to love you for all the days we are together. I love you so much Grace!"

Grace was tearing up. She didn't want to ruin her makeup, and she knew if she started to cry it wouldn't stop and she would make a big scene.

"Grace, it's your turn." The officiant said and Grace took a deep breath and started.