Two years. Two years can translate into many different things: twenty-four months; one hundred four weeks; 730 days and so on. In that same amount of time, a relationship could grow stronger. At the start of those two years, I thought nothing could touch us. We were on top of the world. Well, technically, two worlds, but still; it's the same thing. As those two years slowly grew into two months, that calm, relaxing feeling of floating on cloud nine, turned into hectic planning for something we have started at the beginning.

Speaking of beginnings, this story that you're reading right now, is gonna start a new one.

I huffed in frustration as I attempted to fix the sash on my wedding dress. It's been almost two years since Butchy proposed to me. We thought there wouldn't be any problems because of the fact that our wedding would be in Wet Side Story... We thought wrong. The Bikers and Surfers had gotten into another argument last week about who would be on which side of our wedding. The Surfers wanted to be on my half, but the bikers also wanted to be on my side. They had somehow thrown me into their issues by demanding me to figure out how it was going to work out.

I had no clue what to do! In all of my frustration, worry and anger, I had pretty much just shouted at them to shut up before I kicked them all out of the wedding. After I had yelled at them, the fued had slowly fizzed out of existence. Knowing how much stress all of this wedding stuff was putting on me, a lot of them had opted to either stay out of my way or help out with whatever they could.

I had too much on my plate. Way too much. Lela and most of the girls were helping me with my dress; Struts has been trying to decide what my hair should look like; and Giggles, Lugnut, Cheech and Tanner were helping me get Big Momma's ready for the after party thing. The rest was up to me. Butchy and I haven't seen each other much through this whole thing. It's mostly just in the morning and before bed. He's been doing Lord knows what with the guys and I've been deciding everything.

I don't really mind, but I really miss him. I miss how, when I would fall asleep on the couch, he would carry me to bed and snuggle with me before falling asleep holding me to his chest. I miss the way he would hug me from behind and whisper in my ear in a way that would make that thick Biker accent leave for a moment to only be replaced by a soft, yet clear voice that made me think it was someone else the first time he did it. I miss his voice. I miss his laugh. I miss everything about him.

"Ouch!" I hissed as I pricked my finger with the sewing needle. I sighed deeply as I unwrapped yet another band-aid. How to women do this without bleeding to death? I've poked myself at least thirteen times, it doesn't get better. Deciding that the ribbon could wait until morning, I placed the needle back into the pin cushion and walked downstairs to the living room.

As I sat on the couch, I started thinking again. More like worrying again. Butchy can't see my dress until the actual wedding, what if he doesn't like it? I've added more things to it, so there's a possibility he won't. What if my hair gets frizzy from the heat? I don't want to look like a clown on my wedding day! What if I trip flat on my face when I walk down the isle? Will he even say "yes"?!

"Ugh!" I exclaimed with a huff as I lightly smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. "Here I am, worrying about everything from the chairs to the chandeliers, meanwhile Butchy is probably sitting somewhere with his friends, talking about motorcycles or something. I need to stop."

I can not wait until all this wedding stuff is over. I mean, I love Mick and I can't wait to marry her, but this is ridiculous! Everyday, I've been using Mick's machine to travel back an forth to meet up with Mack and Brady.

So far, they've been really helpful. Brady has been driving me back and forth to this person named "Taylor" for my suit. Mack has been helping me with my vows and helping me get over most of my worries.

I haven't told Mick about me meeting up with them yet. She thinks that I'm out visiting my friends every day. I want to surprise her with this. I know, I know. The last time I kept something from her, she almost broke up with me and then she and Lela decided to beat me up with a menu, but this time, she can't hurt me! The only type of defense she'll have at the wedding would be her shoes. She can't hurt me with shoes. She can't hurt me with shoes, right?

Anyway, I've been worrying over little things that I guess are pretty stupid. However, I can't help but think of somethings. I mean, Mick wants our wedding to be outside of Big Momma's, on the beach; what if it rains? What if she doesn't like the suit Brady helped me pick? What if the vows Mack and I came up with are crappy and she doesn't like them? Will she even say "yes" if I mess up?

"Ugh." I sighed to myself as I walked inside Mick's room in her parent's house. I've found myself coming in here more often since I started visiting. Looking at all her pictures makes me miss her more.

I miss her beautiful, deep brown eyes. I miss when she would come up to me and wrap my arms over her shoulders before tucking her arms into my vest and snuggling with me for no reason. I miss how she was always willing to set aside time from whatever she was doing just to spend a few minutes with me. I miss that beautiful laugh. I miss the way she tries to mimick my accent. I miss her so much.

I bet that, with everything she has to do, she hardly even notices that I'm gone.

I sighed sadly as I picked up one of the many pictures of the two of us. This marriage is supposed to bring us closer together, but, for some reason, it feels like we hardly spend any time together. Is any of this normal?

As the day slowly wore down, I found myself eagerly waiting for Butchy to return. Usually, I'd be asleep by the time he would be back, but tonight I found myself alert and ready to see him. As 10 turned into 11, I heard a noise from the garage. I quickly got to my feet and watched as he quietly shut the door behind him. "Butchy!" I exclaimed as I ran to him and hugged him.

"Mick?!" Butchy questioned as he turned to face me. "What 're you's doin' up?"

I smiled as he pulled me close, "I wanted to see you. I feel like we haven't even seen each other in forever."

Butchy's hand tangled into my hair as he kissed me. "I've missed you's so much. I wish Wes we's could spend time together like we used to."

I nodded before draping my arms over his shoulders. "We still can. It's only eleven and the girls don't need me first thing in the morning."

Butchy smiled as his deep brown eyes stared into mine. "I would love to." he whispered with a light laugh. Oh, how I've missed this. I giggled with a nod as he tickled my side. With a smirk, Butchy took my hand and led me toward our newly shared bedroom. Until either Butchy and I decide to move out or in the highly unlikely event of Lela kicking us out, I don't see us leaving this house.

Butchy settled down in bed before opening his arms and letting me snuggle in. With one of my legs on either side of him, Butchy sat up a little and let me bring my arms into his leather vest. I sighed in contentment as Butch laid back down and brought the blankets over us. "I love you, Butchy."

"I love you more, Mick." Butchy whispered in my ear, "You have no idea how much I can't wait for our wedding."

"Me niether." I sighed softly, "I know it sounds bad, but I can't wait until it's over. We can finally spend some time together."

Butchy sighed in agreement. "Yeahs. I's didn't want to say anythin' in case you's were happy, however..."

"You miss us being us?" Mick simplified with a question. With a nod from Butchy, she continued, "I do too. When it was just the two of us and we spent more time together. At least the wedding isn't far away."

"True." Butchy smiled, tightening his grasp on his fiancée. "Why don't yous get some sleep, okay? We can be together more in the mornin' when yer more awake."

Mick yawned and nodded. "Okay. I love you, Butchy."

"I love you more, Mick."

As the morning rolled around, Mick and Butchy were already busy. It seemed like the endless need for the two of them to be apart would have to continue for a little longer. Mick had been pulled away by the girls to try on her dress again. Butchy had been dragged by Lugnut to help with something for the reception. The two of then had thought they would have more time together, but it seemed impossible.

While Butchy was helping Lugnut with one of the table decorations, somebody entered Big Momma's. A girl someone. At first, nobody noticed her. That was before she walked up to Butchy and tapped him on the shoulder.

The sequel will be out soon, along with the bloopers. Sorry this is short, but it's supposed to be that way.