Finding Franco

18 | vows

"I don't like this one," Lana frowns at the wedding dress she's holding out in front of her. "It's so boring."

Hayley pops a lollipop into her mouth. "I totally agree with you. I'm thinking lace!"

"Aurora? What do you think?" Lana asks me.

"Whatever Hayley says, she made me looks amazing at the winter dance," I smile at Hayley.

"Of course, don't ask the man's opinion," Logan says begrudgingly.

Hayley pecks his cheek. "Sorry, babe. Females only."

Logan pouts and pecks her lips repeatedly.

I look away and smile into my phone. I'm happy everyone was happy in their relationship. Carlos said Amanda's moving into the city to be near him, Hayley's going to Carlos and Logan's school, and Brandon and Lana will become Mr. and Mrs. Brandon West.

And me? Well, I'm still trying to make Franco give me my answers.

The store door rings and Brandon walks in with Franco. Lana screams, gaining attention and hides behind the mirror.

"You can't see my dresses!" she demands. "Get out!"

"You heard the lady, get out!" I tease.

Logan offers to leave with Brandon so he wouldn't be alone. Franco comes and sits beside me, putting his arm over my shoulders.

"Are you excited?" he asks.

"Yes. Are you?"

He nods. "Yes."

"I'm still surprised you pulled through."

I laugh. "It was just a suggestion! I didn't think she'd take it seriously."

"You don't know Lana like I do, baby." He pecks my cheek. "Do you have a dress yet?"

I nod. "Oh, yeah. It's definitely sexy."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

I scoff. "Hell yeah. You'll see."

He bites his lip and looks at my lips. "You love torturing me, don't you?" His voice was low and husky.

I put my finger on his lips. "I like making you wait, there's a difference." I try to make my voice sound seductive but I sound like a shy little girl.

He bites my finger and pecks kisses all over my face.

"Okay you two lovebirds, the bride has finally found her dream dress, using Brandon's credit card of course," Hayley announces proudly.

♠♠♠

The small church in Vegas was adorable to say the least. The plane ride was filled with laughter, memories, and lots of champagne.

Brandon didn't want to have a bachelor party and wouldn't let Lana have one so everyone got dressed and waited for the bride.

The priest was dressed as a cowboy and the church was decorated with flowers and photos of Brandon and Lana during their many vacations.

Brandon invited Logan and Hayley with Carlos and Amanda as well. Franco kept giving me side glances since I'm so quiet but really I'm just happy I caused all this.

Lana's dress was gown-like and shoulder less. She puts her hair up and a veil over it with diamonds and white flowers.

So much work for a quick elope wedding.

Hayley, Lana, Amanda and I were the only ones in the room. The guys probably thought Lana was a runaway since she's taking forever.

There's banging on the door. "Are you guys ready yet? Brandon's stressing out that you're a runner!" Carlos shouts.

My thoughts exactly.

I open the door and Amanda helps me block Lana's appearance. "Almost done!" I hiss. "Now go outside and stall them!"

Carlos opens his mouth but Amanda shuts the door on his face. "Men," she mutters, rolling her eyes.

Lana paces back and forth. "I'm scared," she says. "What if he doesn't like the dress? What if our plane crashes on our way to the honeymoon? What if I get pregnant with twins? That can't happen! Not yet!" she screeches.

Hayley waves her off. "Worry about that after the wedding." She pushes Lana out and stops her at the end of the aisle. The rest of us girls go beside the priest.

Franco winks at me and I blow him a kiss. The music starts and Lana walks down the aisle with her flowers and smiles nervously at Brandon.

I can see Brandon's affection towards her when his jaw drops and his eyes widen. His lips curve into a smile and Franco slaps his back.

He helps her get up the stairs and they hold hands. The priest starts talking but I don't listen. I look at the marriage certificate on the table behind the priest.

My thoughts suddenly worry about my future. What if I can't remember anything? Is it possible for me to loose more memory? How would Franco deal with having a clueless girlfriend for a few more years?

Hayley pinches my elbow and I shake out of my thoughts. I catch Franco's eyes and he stares me down intensely. He's always calculating my moves at the worst times. Maybe that's his goal.

He looks at me in worry but before he could ask what's wrong, the priest announces the kiss.

Brandon dips Lana and pulls her in for a passionate kiss and everyone cheers loudly.
I clap along with everyone else and Logan pops the small string box with colorful strings falling everywhere.

"Fly like the wind my lovelies!" Franco shouts. "You are now apart of the crazy West family."

♠♠♠

Franco slams the hotel doors open with his foot. His arms stay around me as we make our way to the bed. I untie his tie eagerly and unbutton his shirt.

Franco groans when I kiss his neck and pulls my dress up and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and deepen our already hot kiss.

He groans and I smile, loving the affect I have on him. He trails hot kisses down my neck and on my shoulder before dropping me softly on the bed.

I pant and lay on my elbows, not removing our eye contact. Franco smirks, untying his tie without removing his gaze on mine.

He crawls on top of the bed and pulls his head down to kiss me. I sigh into his mouth and let his hands do their work.

I close my eyes and lay my head back, my back arching off the bed when he begins his torture.

I pant and lay defenseless underneath him. "Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?" he growls into my neck.

I laugh and grip onto his shoulders. "You're going to ruin me one day," I whisper.

"I believe I already have."