-Ashley's POV-
I was so happy. Luke and I were engaged! I had no idea who I would invite. I didn't have that many friends. It would probably be all of Luke's friends. And I was fine with that. Luke and I were in the kitchen, making a list of the guests and the decorations. " I'm not inviting my family." He said abruptly.
" I know," I said softly. His shoulders relaxed.
" Thanks babe," he said. He leaned over and pecked my lips.(Skip to the wedding)
" Stay still!" Ellie tugged at my dress. Ellie was an old friend of mine back in middle school, and I had managed to miraculously bumped into her on the street, and we exchanged numbers.
I stood stiffly in my white dress.
" It looks weird!" I whined.
" Oh shut up you look gorgeous," she said rolling her eyes. Up the hall I heard Luke.
" I want to see her! She is my wife you know!" Luke said. I could picture him pouting in my mind.
I was wearing a slender white flowy dress with a black choker.
" Ash we need makeup." Ellie sighed, standing back as I were her artwork.
My insides were so many elaborate mixed, jumbled feelings. I love Luke. I want to be with him. I sat down in front of the mirror. Ellie bent down in front me, and put on mascara, black eyeliner, and some glossy pink lipstick. I chewed loudly on my mint gum. "Spit it out," she ordered. I chuckled at her demanding ways. She was always that way. I spit out the gum, and looked in the mirror. I gasped. " That's me right? You didn't put a sticker or something?"
"That's you,"she said grinning. Secretly I was always jealous of Ellie. She was medium height, same as me. She had bright blue eyes, where as mine were a emerald green. She had blond curls that reached her lower back when she walked.
" You look really pretty too," I said, turning. She was wearing a short red dress, with a white flower in her hair, and her small petite feet stood on tall white heels. I slipped my heels on and headed to the garden slowly.-Luke's POV-
I so badly wanted to see Ashley. I bet she looked stunning. "Well duh Luke. She's the bride," Ashton stood there.
Oh crap. I'm thinking out loud. And Ashton! Why is he here?
" Are you here to ruin my wedding?" I asked sullenly.
" No, I'm here for a fresh beginning,"
I felt my heart flutter at his words. A second chance?
"Ashton, really. What I did was terrible. There is no need for anyone to forgive me."
He came up to me and wrapped his arms around me.
" I forgive you."________________________
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Teen FictionAshley is 17 years old, and she lives with her drunk abusive mom. Her dad died in a car accident when she was 4 so she doesn't remember him much. Her life is even worse at school. Luke hemmings, the school bully beats her. How can she tell him she h...