Lost Boy; C.h.

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*Calum's POV*

The wedding started. The best men wore light pink shirts under white suits. The other boys and I didn't agree to the colors, but Lacy wanted us to match her dress. Max wore a white suit, which matched the bridesmaids dresses. We all agreed to it eventually. Mike was first, because "he can rock it.". Well according to him. But honestly, he didn't look bad with pink hair.

Soon, people started to walk down the isle. Max walked down the isle first, then the ring bear and flower girl, and all the important people. I zoned out a little, but then snapped back to reality as the music changed, then everyone stood up, facing where everyone walked out. Soon we saw the edge of the brides pink dress and she walked out. Arm wrapped around her dad's. I stretched my neck out to see Max's face. It's was priceless. He had the biggest grin I've ever seen, and was clapping as she walked closer. But when she took her spot at the end, I saw the tears welling up in his eyes. It was great. I hope that Ryan and I end up like they have. They are amazing.

It amazes me. How they ended up after how they started. He's a doctor in training, and she's a nurse in training. When they started, he was a higher rank then her. He'd boss her around and she hated him for it. They finished school just a few weeks ago, and finally are working, and he doesn't need to boss her around anymore. Now, they're staring at each other, tears in their eyes before their love is bound together. It's truly inspiring.
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"Thank ya'll for coming!" Lacy's voice echoed, silencing the crowd as she walked down the stair. She left to get changed from her gown, to a short pink one. Also she changed her hair it's now curled by her sides. She was truly beautiful. Our thoughts were interrupted by stronger patting on the roof. No one really took noticed.

Then the music turned on. Paris by the Chainsmokers started playing. First quiet, then gradually getting louder. The newly weds got on the floor. Max took arrows hand and were slow dancing to he lovely song.

Soon the song was over, and one I didn't recognize took its place. People started to join the couple. I smiled, and turned to Ryan.

"May I have this dance?" I asked her, sticking my hand out for her.

"You may mon amour." She said, saying 'my love' in French. She took my hand, and I led her to the dance floor.

We slow danced, and she rested her head on my chest. I rested my head on hers. I hummed gently as I recognized a part of the song.

"I'm gonna love you, like I'm gonna loose you

I'm gonna hold you, like I'm saying goodbye"

Its really cheesy, but the girl holding onto me makes my life better. The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes. Yet she makes me someone. Someone better.

All good moments come to an end.

"Holy shit!" Michaels voice echoed through the room. Everyone looked at the red haired boy. His face now the same color.

"I'm sorry! But look!" He said, pointing to the large window by us. we saw quite a few feet of snow outside. By the loud noises outside, we could tell it was getting heavier, and there'd be more. A large collection or gasps could be heard throughout the building. an old guy, assuming he works here stood on stage.

"Everyone simmer down. We'll be fine. We have workers on the way to clear exits and get you to shelter. However with this amount of snow, planes to get you home may not be available for a few days, Maybe even weeks." he said. Pausing when people started to talk again.

"Cabins for you all to stay in will be free. I and the rest of our staff apologize for any problems." He said, getting off the stage. Everyone was silence and shocked. Ryan and my friends were freaking out a bit too.

"It'll be ok." I told them. It was the truth. We'd be ok. 

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It was about two hours later, workers cleared the door, and the road to the cabins. The guys, Ryan and I were given a ride in the shuttle to our home for who knows long. We managed to get our baggage from our old hotels, and got checked out of them. Were all sharing a cabin, and we have three rooms. Great. The girls who Ryan invited yesterday added up to eight people in three rooms. Even better.

Michael groaned and thrown himself on the couch groaning. Savanna sat by him and rubbed his back, whispering into his ear. Whatever she said made him sit up smiling. I don't want to know. They decided that wed have the for girls in one room, the boys in the other. We'd have an extra one. The others went to check out their rooms. Ryan stayed with me. She started to cry. She cries when she's stressed. I put my arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

"We're okay, baby girl." I whispered into her ear. She turned her head and I gave her a reassuring peck on the lips. She smiled, then gave me a deepened kiss. I smiled to and hugged her. Our mouths still connected. We heard something drop.

"What the fuck?" Michael said, as we stepped back from each other.

"Ryan, you promised you wouldn't date my friends." He said, looking honestly upset. He pulled her away by her arm.

"Mikey," She said, he cut her off.

"No. Don't 'Mikey' me, Ryan. You shouldn't make a promise you can't keep. He said, walking away to his room.

"I'm sorry."

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CLIFFORDHANGER!!! dun dun dun!!! That's all I have to say lmao.

               -Greta