Sorry for the long wait, it turns out I had Valentines Day plans after all!

This one was particularly hard to write. Hope I did it justice...

Maureen fidgeted nervously with the hem of her black wedding gown. ("I look better in black!" she had protested.)

Mimi swatted her hand away. "You'll mess it up!"

Maureen pouted back at her, but Mimi just smiled, enveloping her friend in a hug.

The diva paced back and forth, , wringing her hands.

"Shouldn't we have started already?" The black heel of her stiletto thumped the linoleum floor in time to an imaginary beat only she could hear.

"It's alright. I'm sure everyone's just getting to their seats," Collins soothed, uncomfortably pulling at the neck of his tie.

"Can't they hurry up? It's hot in here!" Roger whined from his slumped position in the corner.

Mark shot him a look, silencing the rocker. Not now, he warned.

Suddenly, music swelled through the room from the hall, and Maureen jumped, banging into Mimi.

"Whoah! Steady girl." Mimi righted the nervous bride, taking Maureen's sweaty hand in between her two dry ones. "It's all right. We're here."

"Let's go! Let's go!" Maureen shook her hand loose from Mimi's, using it instead to gesture frantically at the others who stood, crowded in the room with her.

Maureen threw open the door, striding out with her head held high, although everyone knew she was nearly quaking with nerves.

Behind her followed her four friends—each dressed to the nines—who would accompany her down the aisle. ("It's unconventional! One person walks you down the aisle, not four!" Roger had told her. "We're unconventional!" Maureen had replied.)

The upbeat song slowly faded into the traditional wedding march. Maureen took a deep breath, clasped the hands of both Collins and Mark—who stood on either side of her—and slowly made her way down the aisle.

As the procession neared Joanne, Maureen gasped.

Her pookie had shed her preferred suits and ties for a simple dress, not overly garish or flashy, but perfect in every way.

Joanne flashed her a smile as Maureen took her hand.

As the man who was officiating cleared his throat, tears welled in Maureen's eyes—but she let them be.

Maureen may have been a drama queen, she may have been a flirt, she may have been an actress, but above all that, she was a person, and people cried.

That's all for this story, folks! I hope you enjoyed!

I can always use ideas, PM me if you have something you want written! I'll credit you, I promise.