"Oh my god! You look like a fucking angel!" Brendon squealed.

He placed a hand over his heart and sighed as he stared at his best friend. Patrick glanced nervously at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel too good.

"I'm going to be sick." Patrick whined.

Getting sick would be the worst thing that could happen right now. Especially considering he was wearing all white.

White button up. White pants. White bowtie. White vest. White jacket. And of course a pair of white Prada shoes. The only non white thing he was wearing was the blue watch Ryan gave him last night.

"Here's something old, borrowed and blue." Ryan told him when he handed over that watch. "Yes, that means I want it back."

"What about my something new?" Patrick had asked.

"Three out of four ain't bad..."

Patrick smiled at the memory. He wasn't even allowed to see Pete yesterday. Because apparently it was bad luck to see the groom twenty four hours before the wedding.

"If you get sick and ruin that outfit, I might kill you." Brendon warned.

"Bren, I'm so fucking nervous!"

"Why are you nervous? Are you getting cold feet? Do you want to run? Because I'd run with you-"

"No, Bre-"

"I'd be pissed that I wasted this cute ass outfit. But I would support you no matter what-"

"I don't want to run!"

"Good."

"I-It's just all those people are out there-"

"I told you not to invite your parents and siblings. Your sister still hasn't even accepted the fact that you're gay. Your parents are only here because you're getting a little fame. And your-"

"I'm not talking about my family, Brendon!"

"Oh," he loosened his pink tie. "Then I'm sorry for what I said."

"It's fine. It was all true anyway. But Pete wanted to meet them." He rolled his eyes. "I was referring to all the cameras and reporters."

"Pete asked did you want a private wedding. You said you didn't mind the coverage."

"I didn't think it'd include so many people."

"Well you have nothing to worry about you look great. And I got you something."

"You did?"

Brendon rushed to the other side of the room. He lifted a box up from the floor and ran it back over to Patrick.

"Open it!"

"Is this something else with you're face on it?"

"Not this time." He smiled.

Patrick lifted the lid off of the box and gasped. Gently, he picked up the white fedora and white rimmed glasses.

"Holy smokes! I was so worried I was going to have to wear those damn contacts. And you know I always worry about my hair. Thank you! Thank you!" He hugged him.

"It's your something new!"

"I love it!" He hugged him.

Patrick looked at himself in the mirror again. This time smiling at his reflection. He was feeling more confident now.

"I'm so jealous of you, Pat. You're living a real fairytale. Love at first sight. And now happily every after."

"As if." Patrick snorted. "I'm pretty sure Pete hated me when we first met."

"No he didn't. He wanted you to move in. And he showed you off."

"No. Ryan-" Patrick stopped. He stared at Brendon with wide eyes. "Never mind." He said quickly.

"Ryan what?" He frowned.

"Nothing."

"What about Ryan?" He snapped.

"I-I just.... I'll tell you after the wedding."

"Fine." But the narrowing of his eyes proved it was anything but fine.

"I'm glad you agreed to be my maid of honor." He said. Trying to change the subject.

Brendon smiled. It wasn't his usual bright smile. It was a reserved smile. Like he wanted to hold off on being too excited. Worrying about what Patrick had to tell him.

"Thank you for asking me." He adjusted Patrick's bowtie. "I'm just happy I get to be the first one who sees you looking so beautiful. I think I might just cry-"

"Guys!" Ryan peaked his head into the room. "We have a-"

"Ryan!" Brendon clapped. Running over to hug him. "Look at Patrick! Doesn't he look beautiful?"

"He looks fine. Listen-"

"I'm going to wear a dress to our wedding though."

Ryan grimaced at his words. But only slightly. So slightly that it was almost impossible to catch. Almost, because Patrick saw it. Ryan ignored Brendon's statement.

"We have a problem." He told them.

Patrick's face paled.

"What is it? Is it Pete? Where is he? Is he okay? I have to go see him!"

"Calm down." He sighed. "It's not Pete. We just have some... Unwanted guest."

"What?"

"You remember how Pete invited Mikey because Gerard asked him to?"

"Yes." Patrick answered cautiously.

"Well he brought a date. And that date is Meagan."

"Meagan? As in Pete's ex?" Patrick yelled.

"And Joe and Andy are here." Ryan added quickly. Cringing afterwards.

"What!?" Patrick cried out.

"Kick them out!" Brendon finally spoke up.

"We can't. The wedding starts in a few minutes and the cameras are rolling. I know for a fact that they will cause a huge scene if we ask them to leave."

"My wedding day is going to be ruined." Patrick smacked the empty box in front of him in agitation.

"As if I would let that happen. I would literally kill a bitch."

"Whoa there, tiger." Ryan patted his boyfriend on the back. "I can't have you in jail now, can I?"

"But they're planning something!"

"That may be true. I've known Mikey for years and he's as gay as they come. He wouldn't date Meagan. He wants payback. Meagan hates you. Andy hates Pete. And poor Joe is just collateral damage."

"What are we going to do?" Patrick whined.

"We're going to-"

"Ryan. Brendon." Marie, the wedding planner, stuck her head in. "You're on. Get in your spots."

"Ryan!" Patrick pleaded.

"We're going to-"

"Now!" Marie yelled. "Pete's waiting."

Ryan and Brendon rushed out of the room. Marie smiled at Patrick. Not knowing of the turmoil going on in his head.

They were trying to ruin his wedding. And Pete probably didn't even know. But Ryan would tell Pete first, right?

"You're on, Pat." Marie smiled. The beginning cords to hear comes the bride began playing.

"Don't call me, Pat." Patrick told her.

He walked out of the room and down the hall. Stopping just before he got outside where everyone was waiting on him. He peaked through the curtains.

There stood Pete at the alter. Looking just as good as ever. Even better, if that were possible. Maybe suits weren't so bad after all.

Pete looked tense. He was glaring at something in the crowd. Patrick followed his eyes. Landing on a dark head of curly hair.

Meagan.

So Pete did know they were here. Beside Meagan was no other than Mikey Way. And two rows behind them is where Joe and Andy were. How the hell did they get seats so close to the front?

Patrick felt a push agaisnt his back. He stumbled outside, catching his balance quickly. Everyone stood and stared back at him. But Patrick only focused on one stare.

Pete's.

All the tension left Pete's face as he watched Patrick walk up the aisle. He couldn't contain his smile. He was the luckiest man in the fucking world.

Patrick finally got to the alter and stood in front of Pete. The priest between them cleared his throat and began talking.

Pete wasn't really listening to what he was saying. Because, holy shit did Patrick look amazing! He was dressed in all white but Pete's thoughts were dark and dirty.

His eyes teared away to scan the crowd again. Meagan sat in the front row. Her dress was ridiculously short and bright red. Her makeup was overdone. How in the hell had Pete ever thought she was his type?

One of her legs was crossed tightly over the other. Making her skirt ride up her smooth thigh. She glanced behind her at someone. Pete could tell by her posture that she was whispering something. Andy nodded at whatever she was saying. What the hell was going on?

When she turned back to face the front, she was smirking. She leaned to the side and whispered something to Mikey. He nodded his approval. Pete glared. What the-

"Pete." He snapped around to look at the priest. "Do you take Patrick as your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold. For richer or for poorer. Through sickness and in health. Until death do you part?"

"I do." Pete smiled. Patrick's face was wet with tears.

"Patrick, Do you take Pete as your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold. For richer or for poorer. Through sickness and in health. Until death do you part?"

Patrick wiped his eyes. And leaned in close to Pete. Close enough to kiss him. Pete's brow furrowed in confusion.

"You still like me right?" He asked.

His eyes pleading for an answer. The crowd awwed. Pete felt a tightening in his chest. Patrick was so fragile. So innocent. So fucking adorable. God, he was lucky.

He smiled softly and leaned in. Almost kisssing him. "No. I love you."

Patrick beamed. "I do."

"Now, before we join these two in holy matrimony, is there anyone who objects to this union?"

Pete glanced anxiously towards the group of unwanted guest. His heart racing in his chest.

Patrick kept his eyes on Pete. Trying not to think of the uninvited people. He bit his lip nervously.

"Speak now or forever hold your piece." The priest continued.

Meagan smirked. She glanced back at Andy quickly once more. And then she uncrossed her legs. Leaning forward with her hands on the edge of her seat. Pete almost growled.

She wouldn't!

The End :)