A/N
OMG FINALLY! FINALLY THE END OF YABMU IS HERE! I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT"S FINALLY UP! WHAT"S WITH THE CAPITAL LETTERS? I DON'T KNOW! Anyway, this is, in fact, the final chapter of the book, and I finally found the inspiration to write it! FYI I don't know exactly how a wedding takes place, so I looked it up and guessed on how to write about it. If it's off, don't judge. I tried. I want to thank you all so much for supporting me, my writing, and the story itself. It's been so much fun and I love writing for you guys. Hopefully the next story will be up soon, I'm busy with school, volunteer work and shiz, but I try. Anyway, I hope you all have enjoyed the story. I remember I never thought anyone would ever read this, yet look at it now, over 2,000 reads! Thank you all so much, luv to all, no homo :). Enjoy the final chapter, peace out!
Jason's POV
I stood in the sitting area of my apartment, looking in the mirror. I was wearing a tuxedo, something I had never worn before in my life. It was kind of strange, but I knew that I would never regret the reason for wearing it. Ty was wearing one as well, sitting on a chair as he fixed the cuff of his jacket sleeve. I really couldn't thank him enough. He had done so much over the past few weeks, being the best man. He had helped me choose a tux, planned and thrown a bachelor party, helped organized accommodations for out of town guests, confirmed reservations for the honeymoon, he'd host the reception, and so much more. He had been by my side through all of this and, on this day, my wedding day, was the one and only person keeping my mind straight. He had shown a side of him I had never seen before, a side that was calm, cool, collected, serious, focused. I knew he wanted so bad to make sure this day was perfect and I also knew that if something went wrong he would blame himself. If it wasn't for him I'd be a mess right now.
As I stared into the mirror, I could hardly believe the face looking back at me was my own. I looked so different than I had two years ago. I looked so much more grown up, I looked happier, more confident. I owed all of this to Kota. What I said to her the day I proposed, the same day she almost left my life forever, was true. She had made me a better man, who I am today. I don't have the slightest clue where I'd be today if it weren't for her. But it certainly wouldn't be looking at my reflection in the mirror as I prepared to head to a wedding, my wedding.
What was Kota doing at that exact moment? Was she looking in a mirror as well? Was she laughing with her friends, talking with her parents? Or perhaps she was still getting ready. How had she styled her hair? Was she wearing makeup? That would be something new. I hadn't even seen her wedding dress yet. I wanted so badly to see her, but it would have to wait. I'd have to wait until everyone turned there heads to watch as her father escorted her down the isle, arm in arm, and he let her go, granting her the freedom to make her way to me, so we could be properly married. Her eighteenth birthday wish, the one where she gazed up into my eyes, would soon no longer be a wish, but a reality. We would spend the rest of our lives together,
I was dragged out of my thoughts by a hand touching my shoulder. I looked into the mirror, seeing Ty standing behind me. "Ready?" He asked. I turned to him, smiling.
"I think I am." He smiled back.
"All right then," He nodded, as did I. "Off we go, you're getting married!"
I nodded again. "I'm getting married." I'm getting married.
Kota's POV
"Are you done yet?" I groaned as Ali fixed the bottom of my wedding dress. "You know it doesn't have to be perfect right?"
She chuckled as she stood up and faced me. "Yes, it does." I smiled and shook my head as she bent back down. I looked up into the full height mirror in front of me. I looked so different from the person I had been two years ago. I looked happier, more confident, and just overall grown up. I had let Ali curl and style my hair, so it more bounced on my shoulders rather than draping over them. She had also managed to convince me to wear a little bit of make-up. Though I still hated it, I had to admit, Ali had done a good job with me. I had thanked her over and over again over the past few months. She was my maid of honor and was really the only reason I wasn't breaking down at that moment. She had been by my side all day, making sure everything was perfect. And it was to my understanding that Ty had done a pretty outstanding job at being the best man. Ty being outstanding at a serious role, that was new. However it was Ali's dream to be a maid of honor so she was over the top excited and took it extremely seriously, I wasn't surprised.
