"You may kiss the bride." The priest smiled.
I smiled over at Keaton who looked as handsome as ever. I wanted him to grab me, never let me go. Ricky was in the audience getting ready to slap once Keaton kissed me. My family was there, it was perfect. This is how it was supposed to be.
The first time.
Keaton grabbed ahold of my hips, and molded his lips into mine. I knew he felt the electric shock from this being our first kiss ever. He pulled away for a second but I pulled him back as the people in the audience clapped happily for us. This felt right, it was right. It was perfect.
The hall was filled with people like at Ramona and River's wedding. People were dancing all around as Keaton and I sat next to eachother at a table with people surrounding us. I smiled over at Keaton who seemed a bit confused.
"Want to go for a walk?" Keaton asked.
I smiled and nodded, trying not to seem to anxious to get to be alone with him. He grabbed my hand, lifting me from my chair and pulling me outside the hall. I could still hear the music as we stood outside. The sky was black, and the stars were shinning brighter than ever.
"Soo." He began.
I turned my full attention to Keaton who seemed completely caught off guard by how interested I was in whatever it was that he was going to say. He still suprised me to this day, with what he was going to say to me.
"How come you were in such a hurry to marry me? I mean you don't even know me." He said making a clear point.
"I knew you were in trouble." I smiled.
"Aubrey, you're a wonder. You really are something else." He smirked.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked.
"Of course." He smiled.
I walked to him so our chests were pressed together. It felt great to be against Keaton again. I let myself relax against him, then pecked him on the lips. I knew exactly what he was thinking, I couldn't read his mind but I knew.
"I had a dream about you once. We were at a lake swimming. It was just you and me, and we were obviously in love with eachother. I noticed your scars and you didn't seem to care that I knew. You told me that you couldn't be fixed." I said staring into his eyes.
"Oh? And what did you reply?" He asked.
"That you aren't broken." I smiled.
