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Have I ever told you all how much I love you? Aarhead has reached over a thousand reads, and it was all because if you!

I gotta say I was a little surprised. I myself knew my chapters were flawed, but you all took interest in my work, anyway.

And for that, I am forever grateful. Enjoy!


"Why don't we just try and make the best of today and tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day?" -Unknown


MY EYES... THEY'RE burning!

I'm sorry, it's just that when you go to a surprise wedding you really don't want to go to and see two people swapping spit in front of you, you just don't like it.

Macaulay and Lindy are really... 'heating it up.' They could have just went somewhere else, but they decided to make out right in front of us at the table. "Do they do this often?" whispered Aaron beside me.

"I don't want to know... It's disgusting," I whispered back.

Mindy and Cindy are sitting next to Lindy, awkwardly fidgeting in their seats and trying not to look at their direction.

Oh, brother... It turned into second-base.

Alissa raises up both her hands for attention. "Guys... Guys... Guys!" They both divert their attention to her, their hands still on each other. "Can you please keep it PG?"

A Lindy rolled her eyes and looked at Macaulay. "Come on, let's get out of here."

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Elliot, putting his forehead on the table and laughing so hard that he only shakes without any sound coming out.

"It's not funny, that was sick!" I said.

"We're in a wedding, and they won't be the only ones," said Elliot.

"This isn't what normal weddings are like, right?" said Aaron.


"Dear friends and family," said the priest with the unsightly beard and grey eyes, "we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Callum Callaway and Olivia Russo in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding for each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife."

I can't say I wasn't surprised when I heard they both were getting married to each other. C.C. could've bagged any wife he wanted because of his money and charm (is he really in his forties?), but why did he have to choose Olivia?

She, to be frank, gave the impression of someone who slept around a lot. I didn't believe she had any respect for herself, but who am I to judge her, anyway?

Tonight, she looked like the definition of beautiful. Her wedding dress, snow white and bejeweled with diamonds, was stunning. It fit closely to her until it reached her hips, flowing elegantly down the length of her slim body and spilled onto the floor. She had her black, shiny hair styled up in the most sophisticated of up-dos, with a small tiara holding her veil above her head.

Her flawless and smooth skin is envied by many, I'm sure. It was rich like chocolate, and it really contrasted against her bright amber eyes. She was of South African descent with a touch of Italian, which totaled to give her this beautiful, exotic look.

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