Paper Airplanes {Corey Haim}

Twenty Two~Ours

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Sarah Jane's POV
It was the night before the wedding. I was happy and also nervous.

Corey was working on his vows at the desk in our room. The whole thing was planned. The wedding at the museum, honeymoon in Canada, and back to our real home in LA.

I watched Corey lovingly from where I was sitting. My whole world, right there.

I had to work on my own vows. Just speak from the heart.

I sat with with notebook propped up on my knees, tapping my pencil on the paper.

I couldn't find a way to put my love into words. Corey ment so much that words were not enough.

Corey, I noticed, had written very little, and was chewing on his pen.

I smiled at him. He wasn't looking at me, but he was so adorable.

Looking at him, words flooded my mind. I knew what I wanted--needed--to say. My left hand, my writing hand, worked frantically trying to get it all down.

"Perfect", I whispered to myself.

...
The day of the Wedding

The wedding was in only 4 hours. My bridesmaids and maid of honor, Ellie, and mom rushed around, getting everything perfect.

My mom was curling my waves of hair. I felt so happy. Today was the first day of the rest of my life.

My dress was to be put in later. Ellie was sitting on the counter, helping me memorize my vows.

I couldn't help but wonder what Corey was doing.

Then, my father came in. He watched me and smiled.

"Uh, mom, Ellie, give us a second."

Now it was just me and my dad. He sat in the chair beside me, in his tux, his hair fixed, eyes...watery? Was he crying?

"Daddy, this is really happening. I'm getting married. And you're giving me away to Corey. This is the happiest day of my life. Dad, daddy, I love you. Thank you.", I said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and I realized he was crying.

"Baby, I'm gonna miss my little girl. My princess. Oh, you're you're you're places. I love you.", he said.

"Daddy! You're gonna make me cry.", I said but laughing. We shared a loving hug.

He left to go get ready.

Mom and Ellie returned, dolling me up. When my dress and face were on, I admired myself. This was better than my daydreams.

My mom wiped her eyes, and hugged me. This was really happening.

...
Corey's POV
Edward fixed my tie.

"You're lucky", he stated.

I was confused, "why?"

He stepped back and smirked. "Because you're marrying Sarah Jane! When I try to talk to a girl she practically runs away. But you're getting married. To my baby sister. Cousin. Whatever."

I smiled at him. "I'm glad you're around.", I told him.

"Let's go get you hitched!"

We made it to the room that's only entrance was the staircase SJ would walk down.

"Hey.", Edward said.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what it's like to have your head cut off?", he asked, serious as ever.

I shook my head.

"Well, if you hurt Sarah Jane in any way, I'll cut your head off. Ok?"

I nodded.

I knew he wasn't joking.

...
Sarah Jane's POV
With my dad on my left arm, and Edward on my right, and 'Here comes the bride' playing, I began my walk down the aisle.

Corey stood, dazzling. His eyes sparkling, telling me he was excited.

The priest began the 'We are gathered here today', but I wasn't paying attention. I just just into the baby blues in front of me.

When vow time came, Corey went first, he turned to Jason, who handed him his vows he'd written.

"Sarah Jane,You are my lover and my teacher,
You are my model and my accomplice,
And you are my true counterpart.
I will love you, hold you and honor you,
I will respect you, encourage you and cherish you,
In health and sickness,
Through sorrow and success,
For all the days of my life."

I wiped my tears away, and the priest sent me into my vows.

"Corey, I promise to love and care for you, and I will try in every way to be worthy of your love.
I will always be honest with you, kind, patient and forgiving.
I promise to try to be on time.
But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you.
I love you."

"You may kiss the bride", was all I heard.

Corey and I kissed like fhe love sick kidswe were at heart.

Cheering erupted and we made our way down the aisle.

The party was in the museum too. Lights stung, tabels, cake, people. Everyone I called friend showed and Corey asked me to dance.

The songs that made my heart feel understood played.

"Now, Mrs Haim", Corey began, making my heart leap,

"Yes, Mr Haim?"

"You look gorgeous.", he complemented.

...
'For the cake was even cut, I'd been passed around to my dad, Corey's dad, Edward and my grandfather, and my head was spinning from being twirled.

Corey and I held a single knife, cutting cake. Today was the most perfect thing.

Corey watched me stare off.

"What's up?", he asked.

I looked at him, "I'm just really happy."