Significance (4th in the Encore!!! tour)

Chapter Thirty

Amy Glenn's POV

Meth let Brighton think that he wasn't going to be the best man in our wedding for about three weeks. Which is really all the time we took to put it together. Neither of us wanted something big, we just wanted a small ceremony before we left to go on tour again.

I asked Josh to walk me down the aisle and give me away, since he had been the most influential male role model in my life. I would have asked Brielle, but she just wanted to walk with Adele, our flower girl. Raven was my maid of honor and Stan was our ring bearer.

My dress was an immaculate white that had an under-bodice of olive green. The train also had a segment of the olive green satin, and, with every step I took, I felt like a princess. Brielle and Terra had pinned up my strawberry blonde locks into an up-do that allowed soft curls to fall and frame my face.

I was, however, wearing Converse under my dress. Terra handed me heels to put on, but I hid them in closet. I didn't want to fall down the aisle in front of everyone.

When the doors opened, Adele skipped merrily down the aisle in her little olive green dress, just like we had practiced. She may or may not have thrown some flowers at some people, but she was tiny so it was adorable.

Stan followed, walking proudly down the aisle with his pillow, the rings nestled securely into it. He was so honored to be asked to be a part of the wedding. Raven, in her gorgeous thigh-length olive dress, and Brighton made their way to the front, smiling and laughing all the way. He had probably made a joke right before walking in.

Finally, Josh (and I on Josh's arm) started to walk through the small church, giving a nervous smile to everyone who had come. I had invited both of my parents, but neither had responded or shown up, so that was their loss.

I glanced up and finally met the eyes that had first become familiar to me all those years ago. I could still read him as well as I could when he never spoke a word, even though I did so less and less frequently. He was telling me things now; no words needed.

Meth Drew's POV

'You look... absolutely stunning.' I didn't know that someone could be tongue tied when they weren't actually speaking, but here I was, floundering. I don't know if she could understand...

"I have always understood you, Meth," she whispered as the priest spoke to our family and friends. "You don't look so bad yourself." Like Brighton, I was wearing a tux. It was uncomfortable, but for Amy, I would do anything. The ceremony went by in a bit of a blur. The only thing I could see was her, the one I was devoting the rest of my life to.

"With this ring, I thee wed," she swore, slipping the golden band onto my finger.

I repeated the motion. "With this ring, I thee wed," I promised, slipping hers on as well.

"I now pronounce thee man and wife."

I took her into my arms and pressed a wild, passionate kiss to her lips, eliciting a reaction from the crowd.

I had never seen this coming: to be surrounded by friends and family, marrying the girl of my dreams. It was a fairy tale come true. A beautiful, wonderful fairy tale.