Author's Note: Well, this is it, guys. It's been a lot of fun while it lasted, but this story has come to an end. Thank you for sticking around and reading my plotless story that might not have made any sense :)

Special thanks to Classy and Mrs. Black! You two have fed me food, inspired me, bought me wonderful presents and notebooks, and just been plain wonderful. Love you both! (And I still owe you pie, my dear Reed)

Hope you like the epilogue! (More like collectivization of drabbles, but oh well.)

Much love,

Future Ginger Queen

Epilogue

Third Person:

"Good luck, buddy," Iggy said, patting his friend on the back. "Hope you live through the wedding, though. Nudge is bound to be a bridezilla."

"Thanks," Gazzy replied, trying to act like he didn't believe Iggy's prediction. "But it can't be too bad can it?"

"Hey, Nudge," Fang said as Nudge came skipping through the door.

"Someone's excited," Max remarked, rolling her eyes and going back to the sandwich Fang had made her.

"Oh my God, I can't believe what just happened! He just- Oh my God!" Nudge was far too happy to actually explain what happened.

"Spit it out, Nudge!" Max threw a pack of sticky notes at Nudge to try and get the girl to focus.

"Gazzy proposed!" Nudge said, and Max ran over to hug her. Fang smiled and awkwardly patted Nudge on the back.

After a few minutes of ear-deafening squeals, Nudge finally composed herself enough to ask Fang a question. "Fang, will you give me away?"

"Of course I will," he replied, giving Nudge a hug.

Nudge sat in the bridal salon, flipping through one of her magazines for the thousandth time. Checking her watch, she noticed that her appointment was supposed to begin seven minutes ago.

"These people must be so unprofessional," She rolled her eyes. "I can't be here all day."

"It's going to be fine, Nudge," Ella said, hoping the appointment would go better than she was expecting. Nudge could be a bit of a perfectionist sometimes, and when things go wrong, she tended to overreact.

"Hi, my name's Chelsea and I'll be your bridal consultant today," A peppy blonde said, extending her hand to Nudge. "Do you have any idea what kind of dress you're looking for?"

"You're late," Nudge said without shaking Chelsea's hand.

"I am so sorry about that," the consultant said. "There was an emergency. So, any ideas for the dress?"

"I know exactly what I'm looking for," Nudge said. "And if you can't find perfection, heads will roll."

"Good luck," Ella said with a sigh before getting hit on the head with a bridal magazine from her best friend.

"So, what kind of cake do you want, honey?" Nudge asked her fiancée as they walked in the bakery.

"Chocolate, I guess?" Gazzy shrugged. "Everyone loves chocolate cake, right? Chocolate cake and bacon are the two things no one can refuse."

"Seriously, Gazzy? Chocolate cake is so cliché! We're getting blue velvet cake with buttercream frosting," The bride to be said matter-of-factly.

"What the hell is blue velvet cake?" Gazzy muttered barely loud enough for Nudge to hear.

"What did you just say?"

"Sounds delicious, darling."

"Thought so."

On the day of her wedding, Nudge was on the phone with the florist. "I specifically said light pink camellias and white peonies. These are dark pink! And why is there a rose in one of the arrangements? I specifically stated no roses! Are you trying to ruin my wedding? I need you here in five minutes to fix these bouquets or you will not be paid!"

"Uh, Nudge," Max opened the door to the room Nudge was in, looking anxious.

"Max! Just the person I needed to see. Has the cake arrived yet? I need to make sure it's perfect before any of the guests so much as catch a glimpse of it," Nudge was rambling, so to get her attention Max coughed, obviously nervous. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I have good news and bad news," She said, trying to smile though the situation looked grim. Nudge was not going to be happy when she found out. "The bad news is that Father Leonard ate some bad sushi and won't be able to perform the ceremony.

"What? My wedding is ruined! First the flowers and now this, what am I-"

"But before you freak out, I found a replacement! Turns out Iggy is a certified officiant!"

"No. This is not happening. Tell the guests that there has been an accident and the wedding will happen some other time. Iggy is not taking part in the ceremony in any way."

As Fang walked Nudge down the aisle, all eyes were on her. She looked flawless in her couture dress, and Gazzy had to suppress the urge to jump her then and there. Then again, he normally had the urge to jump her.

While Nudge was still angry about the fact that Iggy was the officiant, the fact that Gazzy was waiting at the end of the aisle calmed her. Not to mention the fact that he looked damn sexy in that tux.

When Fang and Nudge reached the end of the aisle, they could hear Dr. M's sobbing. Nudge giggled and hugged her quiet friend before stepping up to stand with Gazzy and Iggy.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the death of Gazzy's freedom," Iggy began. "No more one night stands, late night trips to the strip club, prostitutes... Oh, wait. Gazzy's lame and whipped so he never actually did any of that stuff anyways."

"I'm not whipped!" Gazzy automatically protested. "Or lame!"

"Shut up, Gazzy. We all know you're whipped," Nudge said, completely serious.

"Can we get back to the wedding?" Gazzy asked, and the flock laughed. "I prefer to not debate whether or not I'm whipped."

"Yes, back to the wedding," Iggy agreed. "Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, I was just talking about new life. Well, I guess I should probably make sure these two actually get married soon before they die of sexual repression. That's the one thing good about marriage, I guess. Awesome sex. Then again, that might already be happening because I know that bra I found wasn't mine, and I honestly hope it wasn't Gazzy's."

"Iggy!" Nudge shrieked, looking as though she were about to murder Iggy then and there. No, it would have to wait until the reception.

"Anyways, why Gazzy and Nudge are getting married, I'll never understand. A lot of the time they can't stand each other, but when they can, you don't want to be in the room," Iggy said. "Now, normally, I would allow the lovely couple to say their own vows, but instead I'm going to interpret them with sock puppets!"

Gazzy and Nudge both groaned, but knew there was nothing that could be done. Iggy began "their" vows, taking out the blond puppet obviously meant to be Gazzy.

"Hi! I'm Gazzy and I'm lame, but Nudge is awesome, and I'm not just saying that because I'm completely whipped. I love her so much and I get really horny sometimes, so I'm marrying her so I can jump her more often. Yay!" Iggy, Nudge, and the guests laughed, but Gazzy looked completely uncomfortable. He pulled out another sock puppet that looked like Nudge. Putting on a preppy "valley girl" accent, he began. "Oh my God, guys! My name's, like, Nudge, and I have anger issues and hit people a lot, so it's really surprising that Gazzy could ever love me! But even though I'm way too hot for Gazzy, other people won't date me because I hit them too much! So yeah, I guess I can't do any better!"

Nudge attempted to compose herself, but everyone knew that Iggy would get it at the reception. Gazzy squeezed her hand, praying his best friend would live to see another day.

"I love you," He whispered in Nudge's ear as Iggy continued to ramble on about how stupid they both were.

"I love you too," Nudge replied, smiling more than she had all week. "And don't get mad at Iggy."

"Why?" Gazzy was confused. Hadn't Iggy just ruined her perfect vision for their wedding?

"I actually am getting exactly what I wanted," She smiled even wider. "An unforgettable day."

"Well, since we're running out of time, I guess I have one more matter of business to attend to before I go get extremely drunk," Iggy said with a lopsided grin. "I now pronounce you old and boring. You may kiss the bride."

And Gazzy sure did.