Band One-Shots (Open!)

Oh Happy Day! (Patrick Stump)

~Author's Note: Sooooo this is actually a special One-Shot! This is written for @Tqwelve as requested by user @IIamreen_rentiaII as a thank you for help with school things. Happy surprise, and I hope you enjoy!~

  "Tiffany, relax, you'll be fine!" my friend Amy told me. She was busy curling the last few sections of my long blonde hair as I finished my makeup.

  "Easy for you to say," I grumbled, "you're not the one getting married in half an hour." Amy sighed. "Tiffany, he loves the fuck out of you, and you love him. There's nothing to be nervous about."

  I sighed as I started to apply my light blue liquid eyeliner. That might be an odd makeup choice, but not so much when the whole wedding is blue and white.

  Once my hair and makeup were finished, Amy helped me get into my dress.

  My dress was floor length (of course), white, with dark blue Gothic lace covering it in it's entirety, strapless, and form-fitting till about mid-thigh, where it flowed out around me.

  Amy took a step back to admire me. "My God, you look amazing," she sighs happily, "I might just marry you myself."

  I giggled at her. "Nope, I'm perfectly content with who I'm already going to marry!" She laughed and helped me get on my white flats I had decided to wear, followed by my white veil and simple, silver tiara.

  Amy looked me up and down to make sure I was ready and bit her lip, which I knew she only did when she was anxious. "What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"You need to hurry up and get married. I'm tired of waiting."

*An hour later*

  "Do you, Tiffany Jones, take this man as your husband, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"

  I looked at the man standing next to me on the altar and smiled bigger than I ever had as I said, "I do," making him smile as well. Then it was his turn.

  "And do you, Patrick Stump, take this woman as your wife, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"

  Patrick smiled happily as he said, "I do." The priest nodded and said, "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

  Turning to Patrick, he added, "You may kiss the bride." I handed my bouquet to Amy for her to briefly hold whilst Patrick gently pulled me into his warm embrace.

  His hands were delicately placed on my waist as my arms found their way around his neck, and then his soft lips were on mine, causing the people in the room to applaud.

  Patrick put one hand gently on the side of my face to keep me there a few moments longer, and for me this was Heaven. I was finally married to the man I loved.

He finally pulled away after what seemed like eternity had past, leaning his forehead against mine to whisper, "I love you so much Tiffany Stump."

  I giggled as I replied, "I love you too Mr. Stump." He smiled and held his arm out for me to link mine through it. "Come on, I want some cake."