A/N Well, here you go folks, the LAST CHAPTER… Dum dum DUM! I am well aware that I spelled that last chapter title wrong, but I have since fixed it. I hope. Again, thanks for all the generous reviews. I hope that ya'll have enjoyed reading my story a percentage of how I enjoyed writing it. And I'll just tell you, Frank Divions is Isabelle's boyfriend who was mentioned in Chapter One. And I don't own the Lizzie McGuire characters, or the song sung in this chapter. OH! And I think I should warn you that this chapter deals mainly with Arwen and Isabelle and how the wedding effected THEM. I'm sorry, but I couldn't really think of anything else to add to Lizzie and Gordo.
AND I am also aware that the end sucks, but I wanted to do a wedding chapter and have Arwen tell Jake her feelings, and I wanted to post it tonight.
To: divionsf@nyu.journalism.net
From: morrisi@nyu.magazinedesign.net
Date: 8-15-16 11:58 p.m.
Subj: The wedding.
Frank,
Wow, it totally sucks that you couldn't be in town for the wedding. But, I know, family reunions are very important and blah blah blah blah blah. ;)
You wanted to 411 on the wedding, right? Well, here they are:
Lizzie looked stunning in her wedding dress as she walked down the isle. Her eyes were so full of love that I found myself swallowing back tears. Beside me, Arwen was grinning like a fool, with Jake to her right. She still hasn't told him, but it's coming soon, I think.
They said their vows, the run of the mill, will you take this man/woman, and before I knew it, they were kissing as husband and wife.
Beside me, Arwen whispered something to Jake that I couldn't hear, and I watched him nod.
Hmm.
Swiftly, all the guests retreated to the reception area for the, you guessed it, reception. The best man (some guy named Matt) gave his toast, and then it was Arwen's turn. I still couldn't believe they asked her to do this, and I knew she'd been working on it for months, so I was inceditably interested in what she had to say.
With a trembling hand she took her glass and held it.
"You know, in all my life, I have known very few instances of true love," she began. "My parents, my grandparents-well, on my dad's side, anyway-and the two of you. I mean, I didn't even meet YOU (she stared at Lizzie at this point) until March. But the moment I saw him see you, despite the fact that he was covered in onion juice, I knew that this was one that would last. After all, you guys tie-dyed sheets together. What more is there to life?" A few guests chuckled. I, not getting the joke, joined in anyway. "I just… I think it's great." She raised her glass. "To the bride and groom. Proof that, no matter what, true love survives all things."
"To the bride and groom," the rest of us repeated.
Which was my cue to get to my feet and take center stage.
It was so weird. I had performed in front of audiences before, yet I was still nervous as I reached for the mic.
In the background soft music began and I began to sing the words.
When I lost faith, you believed in me.
When I stumbled, you were right there.
For every act of love you've done,
I owe you one.
There were hard times, I know I survived.
Just because you stayed by my side.
With all I have, with all I am,
I promise you, all my life,
Whenever the road is too long,
Whenever the wind is too strong,
Wherever this journey may lead to,
I will be there for you.
Oh, I will be there for you.
Through sorrow on the darkest night
When there's heartache deep down inside,
Just like prayer, you will be there.
And I promise you all my life,
Whenever the road is too long,
Whenever the wind is too strong.
Wherever this journey may lead to,
I will be there for you.
Oh, I will be there.
Whenever the road is too long,
Whenever the wind is too strong
Wherever this journey may lead to,
I will be there for you.
Oh yes, I will be there for you.
I'll always be there…
As I finished, I cracked open my eyes to see the bride and groom brushing their lips against each others and I couldn't held the feeling of euphoria that crept through my insides.
Not too long after, they threw the bouquet and guess who caught it? Yours truly. *wink*
And now I'm at home, still wired from the evening. Arwen said not to wait up for a call. That she'll e-mail me whenever she gets home. She wanted to take a side trip with Jake. *grin*
Sending You My Love,
Isabelle
To: morrisi@nyu.magazinedesign.net
From: farrisa@nyu.film.net
Date: 8-16-16 2:38 a.m.
Subj: Well, you know what I was doing, so here are the details.
Isabelle,
I saw the look you gave me as I requested to ride back to the university with Jake. I guess you know what the trip was for. And I'll assume you are interested in what happened.
When we got in the car, he glanced at me. "Where did you want to go?"
"Central Park."
With a nod, he put the car into drive and we were on the way.
Night had long since fallen, I noticed, as we got out of the car. Central Park wasn't exactly the safest place in the evening, but I didn't care. I had to do it, tonight, before I lost my nerve.
I sat on a bench and he swiftly followed.
"So…what's up?" he broached. My heartbeat quickened.
"I just…" Say it, Farris! "Look, there's something I need to tell you, and I think it needs to be tonight." Go on. "Because if I don't say it soon, I'm not sure I'll be able to."
He nodded, his silent way of saying, "Continue.
Just remember to breathe… "I'm in love with you."
Okay, not exactly how I wanted to put it. I had intended to feel him out first. To see what he thought before I went and blurted it out.
Ahh well. At least there was no room for misconceptions.
I waited, staring at my hands.
And that was when he pulled me near and kissed me. Much the way I'd seen Mr. Gordon (ugh, Gordo. I still can't get used to that.) kiss Lizzie.
Like it was something he'd been waiting his whole life for.
And I kissed him back. With every pent up frustration I had been feeling, every pain I experienced. Every tear I had shed.
And then he whispered, "I love you too."
And only this time, I didn't wake up. Because it wasn't a dream.
~Arwen
AND I am also aware that the end sucks, but I wanted to do a wedding chapter and have Arwen tell Jake her feelings, and I wanted to post it tonight.
To: divionsf@nyu.journalism.net
From: morrisi@nyu.magazinedesign.net
Date: 8-15-16 11:58 p.m.
Subj: The wedding.
Frank,
Wow, it totally sucks that you couldn't be in town for the wedding. But, I know, family reunions are very important and blah blah blah blah blah. ;)
You wanted to 411 on the wedding, right? Well, here they are:
Lizzie looked stunning in her wedding dress as she walked down the isle. Her eyes were so full of love that I found myself swallowing back tears. Beside me, Arwen was grinning like a fool, with Jake to her right. She still hasn't told him, but it's coming soon, I think.
They said their vows, the run of the mill, will you take this man/woman, and before I knew it, they were kissing as husband and wife.
Beside me, Arwen whispered something to Jake that I couldn't hear, and I watched him nod.
Hmm.
Swiftly, all the guests retreated to the reception area for the, you guessed it, reception. The best man (some guy named Matt) gave his toast, and then it was Arwen's turn. I still couldn't believe they asked her to do this, and I knew she'd been working on it for months, so I was inceditably interested in what she had to say.
With a trembling hand she took her glass and held it.
"You know, in all my life, I have known very few instances of true love," she began. "My parents, my grandparents-well, on my dad's side, anyway-and the two of you. I mean, I didn't even meet YOU (she stared at Lizzie at this point) until March. But the moment I saw him see you, despite the fact that he was covered in onion juice, I knew that this was one that would last. After all, you guys tie-dyed sheets together. What more is there to life?" A few guests chuckled. I, not getting the joke, joined in anyway. "I just… I think it's great." She raised her glass. "To the bride and groom. Proof that, no matter what, true love survives all things."
"To the bride and groom," the rest of us repeated.
Which was my cue to get to my feet and take center stage.
It was so weird. I had performed in front of audiences before, yet I was still nervous as I reached for the mic.
In the background soft music began and I began to sing the words.
When I lost faith, you believed in me.
When I stumbled, you were right there.
For every act of love you've done,
I owe you one.
There were hard times, I know I survived.
Just because you stayed by my side.
With all I have, with all I am,
I promise you, all my life,
Whenever the road is too long,
Whenever the wind is too strong,
Wherever this journey may lead to,
I will be there for you.
Oh, I will be there for you.
Through sorrow on the darkest night
When there's heartache deep down inside,
Just like prayer, you will be there.
And I promise you all my life,
Whenever the road is too long,
Whenever the wind is too strong.
Wherever this journey may lead to,
I will be there for you.
Oh, I will be there.
Whenever the road is too long,
Whenever the wind is too strong
Wherever this journey may lead to,
I will be there for you.
Oh yes, I will be there for you.
I'll always be there…
As I finished, I cracked open my eyes to see the bride and groom brushing their lips against each others and I couldn't held the feeling of euphoria that crept through my insides.
Not too long after, they threw the bouquet and guess who caught it? Yours truly. *wink*
And now I'm at home, still wired from the evening. Arwen said not to wait up for a call. That she'll e-mail me whenever she gets home. She wanted to take a side trip with Jake. *grin*
Sending You My Love,
Isabelle
To: morrisi@nyu.magazinedesign.net
From: farrisa@nyu.film.net
Date: 8-16-16 2:38 a.m.
Subj: Well, you know what I was doing, so here are the details.
Isabelle,
I saw the look you gave me as I requested to ride back to the university with Jake. I guess you know what the trip was for. And I'll assume you are interested in what happened.
When we got in the car, he glanced at me. "Where did you want to go?"
"Central Park."
With a nod, he put the car into drive and we were on the way.
Night had long since fallen, I noticed, as we got out of the car. Central Park wasn't exactly the safest place in the evening, but I didn't care. I had to do it, tonight, before I lost my nerve.
I sat on a bench and he swiftly followed.
"So…what's up?" he broached. My heartbeat quickened.
"I just…" Say it, Farris! "Look, there's something I need to tell you, and I think it needs to be tonight." Go on. "Because if I don't say it soon, I'm not sure I'll be able to."
He nodded, his silent way of saying, "Continue.
Just remember to breathe… "I'm in love with you."
Okay, not exactly how I wanted to put it. I had intended to feel him out first. To see what he thought before I went and blurted it out.
Ahh well. At least there was no room for misconceptions.
I waited, staring at my hands.
And that was when he pulled me near and kissed me. Much the way I'd seen Mr. Gordon (ugh, Gordo. I still can't get used to that.) kiss Lizzie.
Like it was something he'd been waiting his whole life for.
And I kissed him back. With every pent up frustration I had been feeling, every pain I experienced. Every tear I had shed.
And then he whispered, "I love you too."
And only this time, I didn't wake up. Because it wasn't a dream.
~Arwen