Six Months Later

"Ready?" Darry asks as he looks at me.

I put my vial down to hide my tears even though they'll be tears of joy, "yes. I am so ready to marry my best friend."

We walk out and I stair down the aisle to see my best friend, my soul mate, my lover standing there nervously. Who would of thought that at twenty-five years old I'd be marrying my best friend?

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"Do you Lucy Romeo take Sodapop Curtis to be your lofty wedded husband in sickness and health, in good times and bad, in poor and in rich?" The priest asks.

"I do," I smile.

"Do you Sodapop Curtis take Lucy Romeo to be your lofty wedded wife in sickness and health, in good times and bad, in poor and in rich?" The priest repeats.

"I do," he says as he looks at me smiling his reckless smile.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest says before Sodapop smashes his lips onto mine sweeping me off my feet. As we pull away the priest continues. "Now introducing Mr. and Mrs. Sodapop Curtis."

The gang and their significant others cheer as Soda carries me bridal style down the aisle.