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Jessica's POV

We've all seen it in movies, watched as the girl/woman cried and her family smiled so big it looked fake.

We heard the man in white say those magic words and we all dreamed of standing there in the woman's place.

We've all been there; don't even try to deny it. I know, because I have done the same thing. Although, I was only 6 years old at the time I dreamt about every single detail. The colors, those were my favorites. I always imagined mine to be purple and white, or something just as whimsical.

I used to want a big fancy ordeal with tons of people watching and clapping. But like I said, I was a little kid. A kid who grew up and changed into someone so different that, to the outside world, it was hard to believe I was ever that little girl. But to those who are in the know, I have grown past what was expected of me.

It all comes down to one thing though. No matter whom you are, what you do or how you live, standing behind two giant wood doors in a wedding dress is nerve wracking.

I cracked my knuckles for the seventh time since myself and my bridesmaids were escorted down to these doors. Past those two slabs of dark stained wood was my future. The love of my life and my family.

We stood in order, from first to enter to last. Kim was at the front of the line, followed by Emily and then Leah. None of them looked nervous, actually they looked pretty excited. I should be excited. Hell, I get my own theme music for my entrance and everyone is obligated to stand.

But, I am so nervous I feel like puking all over my dress. It sounds stupid, I know it does but I can't control the thoughts that pop into my mind. The number one fear that is a reoccurring idea in my head, the fact that when these huge doors open, Paul might not be at the alter. He just take off, finally noticing that I am beyond repairable and he has been wasting his time.

Kim and Emily were all over that theory though, telling me constantly that he would never ever leave me. Always saying that an 'imprint' bond can't be broken, and I believe them. My heart broke for Leah though, having to sit there and listen to Emily talk about the wonders of the 'imprint' bond. She told me not to worry, that she had moved on. Not sure about that one but this is all beside the point.

That little story proved to be a wonderful distraction from my growing nerves. Just as I came back down to reality I saw Kim throw me a thumbs and a smile before disappearing down the aisle. Holy shit, it has started.

She was followed by Emily who gave me a quick huge before departing the same way as Kim. Taking a deep shaky breath I turned to Leah, only the one left beside me. Once she goes, I am alone. There was no one to walk me down the aisle, to hold my hand and mutter encouraging promises.

"Jess, look at me." Leah placed her warm hand on the side of my face and turned it so I was looking her in the eyes, "You are going to be fine. Remember, Paul is waiting to marry you honey. He is not going anywhere. Trust me, if he ran off, I would find him and personally rip him to shreds, piece by piece. He loves you, and that is all that matters."

Her words were soft and I had to smile. Thinking about what she said gave me a new idea. They say a wedding is all about the bride right? Well then, we are going to do this my way.

"Leah," I grabbed her arm before she could walk down the aisle, "I need to ask you a huge favor." I smiled at her, hoping she would say yes. Knowing Leah, I can't say I could see her passing up an opportunity to mix this up.

She nodded with knotted brows but stood her ground. Raising my eyebrows I extended my offer, "Leah, you wanna do me the honor of walking me down the aisle this fine day?"

A huge smile spread across Leah's face and a mischievous glint became present in her eyes, "Of course my dear Jessica. Let's rock this, shall we?" She gestured towards the open doors and held out her elbow for me to hang on to.

I nodded and latched my hand onto her arm. Together we started to walk and as I expected, my theme music didn't start because they had no idea I was walking with Leah. Once I was spotted by the first spectator there was a round of confused murmurs.

In the distance I heard the wedding march start to play – it was my version, the semi-techno version- but my mind was too cloudy. It will sound super cheesy, but once I saw Paul, that was it.

He was… well, everything. Standing there in his black tuxedo with the white and black polka dot vest and his matching tie. The smile on his face, the way his teeth shined under the cheap lights, the sparkle in his eyes, all of it made my head spin.

I could faintly hear Leah wish me luck before giving me away to Paul. He reached down and took my hand with an amused smirk. I pulled myself up the one step between the alter and the aisle.

His warms hands wrapped around mine with just the right amount of force and I squeezed back. I was never one to be very romantic but right now, it just seemed to fit perfectly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness…" The priest began the ceremony. My eyes never strayed from Paul's and the whole thing went by pretty quick.

Paul went a little over board on the whole 'you may kiss your bride' part. There was a lot of whistling and hollering from the pack. I actually blushed but it didn't last long. I watched as Leah smirked at me before leaving the alter on the arm of Jared – Paul's best man-, then Emily with Embry, and finally Kim with Sam.

I held out my hand for Paul but he just snorted. Bending down he knocked my knees out from under me and then caught me in his arms. Lifting me up he carried me – sadly, no pun intended – bridal style to the waiting reception.

The after party was being held in Sam and Emily's backyard, nothing fancy because fancy always seems boring and very un- Paul and me. We walked there, I may have refused to rent a car but like hell I was walking there in my heels.

Paul gave me a piggy back to their house, the whole time he randomly kissed my hands and arms. His smile never once faded and I knew mine was the same. I was still in shock; it hadn't really sunk in that I was married. To Paul, none the less.

"We're here Mrs. Walker." Paul informed me in a fake British accent before lifting me off his back and setting my feet on the ground, never once taking his eyes off me.

"Why thank you, Mr. Walker." I smiled back at him and gripped his hand in mine. Using his hand I pulled him down so he was face level with me. Smirking I placed my lips on his, on Paul, on my husband.

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"Speech Time!!" Some one yelled over the blaring music. This was sure as hell my kinda party! There was tons of food and my favorite type of music blasting from the speakers.

I smiled as everyone stopped eating to look up at the wedding party – yea, we listen to music and eat, we're cool that. I looked to my left were Leah was sited, as Maid of Honor she has to make a speech.

This was a father frightening and amusing ordeal; god knows what she will say. But she stood and banged her fork against her glass. Clearing her throat she looked down at me with a rather evil smirk.

"So, I'm Leah, the maid of honor and I am required to say something nice about the new married couple… so here we go. Jessica and Paul, in my mind they are known as the two biggest tempers to set foot on this res. I love them both but, they have a short fuse. The day I met Jessica, well we bonded over snide remarks, good times and while I've known Paul for sometime but we won't get into that part.

In short, they are perfect for each other. No question, plus I have never met a more entertaining couple. They do have their gushy moments but Jessica is very like me so we get along when I comes to being, well less civil then a lady should. Both of them rock, and I love them for it. I'm happy for you, but Paul, screw this up and I will not hesitate to track you down. No joke."

With that she sat down, smiling to herself. I leaned over and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "I will be holding you to that past." She laughed and hugged me back.

Some people laughed, mostly the pack- because they knew she was not joking, but everyone else just stared at her with raised eye brows. Jared snickered before standing and repeating Leah's glass gesture.

"Alright, so I'm Jared. Best Man. I've known Paul Walker since first grade. We met because I was talking to some girl, offering her some of my playdoh but he had to go and offer her all the playdoh, it goes without saying that she followed him. That was not the last time Paul stole a girl from me.

Of course, he found out that offering girls playdoh only works until fourth grade, even though he kept using that trick until grade eight. Paul was the guy that used to chase the girls around the playground only to fall and get hurt. He was never really normal and always had a tempter but we all know that. He is a good guy and the day he met Jessica, well I will always remember that day.

It was a normal day for me, until I heard a strange noise coming from outside my door; I answered only it to find a blubbering and confused Paul talking to my railing. True story, but Jessica changed him and he changed her. Together I doubt there is a thing they can't get though. They belong together. Paul, I'm happy my brother found love and Jess, you're like a sister to me so I'm warning you to run while you can."

Jared and Paul shared a one arm man hug before Jared walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me off the ground, placing a kiss on my cheek. I smiled at him as he went to sit down.

The pack was still laughing, as was Paul, but the laughter slowly died out as we continued to eat our food. Emily and Sue had volunteered to make all of the food, with the exception of the cake – they insist that be brought. But I loved the cake none the less.

Picking out that cake was funniest moment of my life. Paul tagged along with me, I refused to let anyone else come since it was our cake, and we went to 6 different stores between La Push, Port Angles and Settle.

All the samples we tried were delicious, and I was funning having – who wouldn't? Free cake? – But Paul was like a kid set free in a candy shop.

That man ate the first shop out of samples.

He annoyed the bakers at the second shop until they asked us to leave.

At the third shop he actually stuffed some samples in my purse.

We moved on to the fourth shop where he showed said samples to the baker and ask them to re-make it perfectly – he also stuffed those re-made samples in my purse.

Then at the fifth shop he tried – key word – to stuff an entire wedding cake in my purse. My purse is still soaking in warm water, icing stains like a bitch.

The sixth shop is where we found the cake that stands before us. I would say the cake is simple but I have said that about everything in this shindig so far, so instead I will say it represents my relationship with Paul.

The whole cake is white with 4 tiers. Around the bottom of each tier is a ribbon affect with small cascades of black flowers flowing over the cake in random spots. And because I never do anything else then strange, there is a giant black bow on top.

Now the reason I say it is like my relationship with Paul is because the outside may look pretty plain, but the inside is that awesome marble cake. Okay, so maybe it isn't that much like our relationship but hey, we both like cake so it is fitting.

Looking at Paul with a mischievous grin I nodded towards the cake. He smirked back and handed me the knife to cut. Placing his hand on top of mine we cut the cake together – even though I used no force, go strong werewolves.

We cut two pieces and each took a piece. Now, it is tradition for the bride and groom to smash cake in each other's faces but this is a werewolf's wedding to a former druggie so I think tradition went out the window.

I winked at Paul and we lunged at the same time. My cake went straight into Jared's surprised face well Leah screamed in shock when Paul smeared the cake on her face. It was silent for a second then Embry's rumbling laughter broke though, he thought this was funny did he, while we'll see about that.

Grabbing another piece of cake I held it behind my back and walk towards him. He smirked at me and I smiled back sweetly. Pulling the cake from behind my back I offered it to him and as he reached down I moved quickly and pushed the piece into his face.

He just laughed before wiping some icing off his face and sticking his finger in his mouth, "Good icing Jess." I laughed along with him before walking back towards Paul.

I stood in front of the cake hand in hand with Paul. Our backs were turned to the rest of the people so we didn't notice when Jared and Leah crept closer. Then I felt a pressure on the back of my back followed by the cold sensation of icing and cake on my face.

Leah and Jared had shoved our faces in our own wedding cake. Pulling my face out of me the frosting I turned around to face everyone. Everyone was snickering at us, and I tired not to smile.

Dragging one finger down my face I stick my sugar coated finger in my mouth, "It is good icing." I laughed and took some off Paul's face as well.

Everything was smooth sailing from there, but next up was our first dance as a married couple.

I've seen some couples do this on TV, I've seen them do some crazy hip hop dances and some very elegant waltz style routines but that took time and effort to prepare. I refused to go to some dance studio and take lessons, because this dance was about us and I am not going to change how I dance for that.

One of my favorites came pouring out of the speakers. My smile grew bigger as Paul wrapped his arms around me; we were dancing junior high style. I buried my face in the fabric of his suit and just swayed to the music.

Left your t-shirt in my room
Still smells of you
And the picture you hung on the door
Lay smashed, picture perfect
Explains now
Clearly nothing left but a memory
We only made out
You never kissed me
That's how I learned to hold back all feeling

Wait, please don't go
I won't stay
All these words on replay
I'm okay
It's all right
Good to know that you're fine

Pretending everything is right to make it better
I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes
To show that I'm fine

Some how you have managed to get under my skin
More than anyone ever did
And if every hole makes a scar
And every scar marks it's place
Then I will never live freely without your trace
And it'll never be fair
I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared
So I'll forget you
I'll wash your t-shirt and kill the pillow
And cut you out of pictures

Wait, please don't go
I won't stay
All these words on replay
I'm okay
It's all right
Good to know that you're fine

Paul suddenly pulled back to look to his left. I followed his gaze with a confused expression but my breath hitched when I saw who he was looking at. There, standing at the edge of the dance floor was the last person I thought I would see here today.

"Kristen." I whispered in a tear jerking voice. Paul released me and I ran to her. Throwing my arms around her neck and she hugged me back just as fiercely. "You came." I muttered in her ear as the tears fell down my face.

"Of course I did sweetie. How could I miss this?" She squeezed me back. She pulled back to look at my face and I saw the glistening tears flow down her smiling face.

I smiled back at her, grabbing her hand I dragged her out to the dance floor. To the spot where Paul waited. "Kristen, this is Paul." I introduced them for the first time. He held out his hand for her but she shook her and threw her arms around his waist.

He smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around her as well. I couldn't help the amount water that was trailing down my face now. Kristen pulled back and looked him, "Thank you." She told him with her tear riddled voice.

I hugged her again, but this one was cut short by a tap on her shoulder. Looking around her I saw a grinning Embry with an extended hand, "Care to dance?" He asked Kristen. She nodding and wiped the remains of her make up. Accepting his hand they disappeared into the middle of the dance floor.

I returned to Paul's arms. I looked up at Paul, biting my lip I asked, "Did he…?" I trailed off. Not wanting to use the word in case I was wrong.

"Yea, he did." Paul's mile grew when I sighed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, she has a rock in her life." I whispered back into his chest.

"She's lucky. But at the moment, I can't deny that I am the luckiest man on earth right now and I always will be." He leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

Tightening my grip on him I whispered back, "I believe I'm the lucky one in the scenario. I love you with everything I have and everything I don't. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me. For everything you have brought into my life." I felt the tears start to come back as I spoke.

He snorted quietly, "Thank you. I love you more then life, more then anything I have ever felt or seen. You're it Jessica. You're my everything."

"Honestly?"

"Honestly. Forever."

And he sealed it with a kiss.

And the wedding is over!!

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P.s - the song used is called 'Make up smeared eyes' by Automatic Loveletter.