Mia Hawkins lives with her eighteen year old brother. She lives on the side of town no one wants to go too, but she doesn't have a choice. Her brother is apart of the Ravens, the gang on the Southside.
Mia runs into popular Zayn Malik, and these t...
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*just imagine she's pregnant though :) *
"I don't know if I can do this!" Peyton exclaims, her hands pressing against the counter of the make up bar in front of her. We are in a room, designated for Peyton and her bridesmaids. Peyton is already dressed and her hair is done and her make up is also done to perfection. She looks beautiful, yet nervousness is evident on her features.
"Peyton calm down." Peyton mother, Alyson, tells her. Her soft features calming her daughter some. Peyton turns around, her eyes still filled with the concern she's feeling. Her shoulders are tense, and she's swallows hard.
"What if he doesn't want this anymore?" Peyton questions, her voice wavering. She's supposed to walk in about five minutes, so I think if Dylan was to walk out and not want to marry her, then we would've already known.
I walk towards Peyton placing my hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention. Her soft eyes focusing in on me now. I look up at her with a soft smile.
"Dylan isn't going to walk out. He loves you a lot. He's very fond of you, and he wouldn't change a thing about you at all. I bet he can't wait to go out there and you become a Hawkins. You just have to breathe." I tell her, and Peyton nods her head with a sigh.
I pull my hand away, letting her gather her thoughts. I know she must be nervous, I mean. Getting married is a huge deal. Peyton nods her head whispering something to herself before she stands up straight nodding her head again.
"I'm ready. I can't wait to marry him." Peyton states, a smile finding its way into her face replacing the nervousness she was just expressing to us all.
There's a knock on the door and Peyton's father, Antonio, peeks his head in. His dark eyes sparkling with happiness, but he has to be sad to walk his only daughter down the aisle.
"It's time princess." Antonio says softly, and Peyton looks at me. I nod at her, before she turns her attention to her father.
"I'm ready."
– I follow out behind the small flower girl who is tossing the petals of pink roses. I make sure not to step on the petals, not wanting to hurt them. I'm the maid of honor, so I get to walk out first. I see Dylan standing there, he looks so handsome.
His blonde hair is gelled to perfection, a nice black and white tuxedo covering his body. He has a large smile on his face, and he nods his head at me and I send him a small smile before stepping to my place. I make sure I have Dylan's ring, and I look over at where Dylan is at.
Dylan looks so proud. Like he can't wait to get married. I'm so proud of him, he's grown up. I feel like he will make a great husband to Peyton. He's already been a great person.
