"Woah, wait, what's going on?" Gwen asked. She just noticed she was wearing a white wedding dress and holding a bouquet of flowers. She was standing in front of an altar inside a giant church. It also occurred to her that she was standing next to someone.

"Ah, Gwen," The stranger next to her said. "you're so cute when you act dumb,"

"Uh, excuse me? You're the one acting dumb. I'm not getting married," She said.

"Gwen, stop acting like that," One of the bridesmaids said. "It sounds so stupid. You'll ruin your wedding," Her voice sounded so familiar. Gwen looked around. She saw Beth, Duncan, Lindsay, Ezekiel, DJ, Geoff, Harold, Tyler, Eva, Courtney, Chef, and Chris all sitting in pews. All of them were dressed up all nice. Weren't they all still at Camp Wawanakwa? How did they get these clothes? And most importantly: When did this place get a church?

"Ahem," Someone walked up to the altar.

"Heather?" Gwen was shocked.

"Yeah, that's me, weird goth girl,"

"Why- why are you here?"

"I'm here to get this wedding over with," Heather said. "and no. I'm not marrying you, incase that's what you thought." She was dressed like a minister, complete with a Bible in her hand.

"Wait, who am I marrying?" Gwen asked. She was getting pretty freaked out now. She was only a teenager. What did she know about love? She didn't even know how to celebrate Valentine's Day with the other lovesick classmates at her school. Maybe she'd gotten drunk last night and said yes to some silly proposal. No, she thought. Chris wouldn't let us near alcohol. He might be sadistic, but he wouldn't go that low.

"What are you saying? Of course you know who you're marrying. What are you, drunk?" Heather retorted. Gwen could tell she didn't want to be there. "Anyway, let's get this over with."

Gwen looked at the bridesmaids and the groomsmen. Bridgett, Katie, Sadie, Justin, Noah, and Owen were standing up with Gwen and her 'mystery man.' The Maid of Honor appeared to be LeShawna. Who was the best man? Please… Please don't be Trent… If she had to marry anyone right this minute, it would have to be Trent. But when she looked at the Best man, her heart almost skipped a beat.

Trent was the Best man.

Gwen looked at Trent with disbelief in her eyes. He looked at her and smiled.

"You must be happy, Gwen," He said with hurt in his voice.

"No, I'm not," She said under her breath. How could this happen? How did she end up giving her heart to some one other than Trent? Things can't get worse…She thought. But then she realized who she was marrying. Gwen looked over at her future husband.

It was Cody.

Out of all the people at Camp, Cody was the one. Oh, come on! How did this happen? I swear, I must have been drunker than an alcoholic at happy hour. Gwen thought. She felt like vomiting. She was marrying Cody. This must have been all his idea. Because there was no way in Hell that Gwen would ever marry Cody while sober.

"Can we, like, hurry up?" Heather said. "Don't want to keep you two lovebirds waiting."

Gwen sighed while Heather started.

"Do you, Cody, take Gwen to be your awfully wedded wife?" She asked.

"I do." Cody said, grabbing Gwen's hand.

"And do you, Gwen, take Cody to be your husband?" Heather turned to Gwen.

She tried to say no, but her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. She heard her self say "I do," when she wanted with all her heart to say no. She couldn't believe it. She was getting married. Her mother would be thrilled. Her brother, well, he probably wouldn't care much as long as he didn't gain too many in-laws. Sure, Gwen could get a divorce. But she seemed to be on a different frequency than everyone else. When she wanted to say no, she said yes. What would happen next? Would she find herself in a house with five kids and a dog?

"Okay, you know, you can like, kiss Gwen now, Cody," Heather said.

"Oh, sorry." Cody said.

Right before he kissed her, Gwen woke up, shooting out of bed. She hit her head on the bunk above her.

"OW!" She screamed. While Gwen rubbed her sore head, her heart raced and she breathed heavily. It was just a dream…She thought. Only a dream…

She had to stop eating Chef's Sloppy Joe's.