Alright. So I want to try something, so this chapter is going to be in 2nd POV, just as a test.

"Alright, alright, alright. Thank you guys so much for being patient. The Party made it through traffic, and we're ready to go."

You could hear the DJ from upstairs in the hallway.  You had told him to say that there was a traffic jam. Which there actually was in the amount of time Max and Ross were gone, so it's not technically lying.

Everyone agreed to keep what happened between the group involved. The Sheriff came up with a viable cover story about how the teens were caught, so it's all good.

You two just didn't want any family to get panicked it scared, or try to take it upon themselves to avenge anyone. You had a couple uncle's that are like that; they don't the exactly get along, but you've seen them gang up on your middle school principal when they started purposely dropping your grades for Title One funding. Not risking something like that again. (No joke that's what happens. I was one of the top students with As and Bs and my state test scores were dropped severely because the school gets funding from low student scores since it was Title 1. My uncle Shawn was PISSED.)

"You ready to see the gang?"

There was slight applause and some shouts.

Then he started to call the bridal party out in pairs.

"The maid of honor and best man, Ashley and Ross!"

You watched them go out hand in hand.

"And now for our two very special lovers tonight, say hello to Mr. Max LaPras (Since y'all complained at the beginning about Maxwell) and Mrs. (Y/N) LaPras!"

He smiled at you and you both started for the staircase, gaining cheers and applause as we started down.

And then you lost one of your heels on the way down.

Go figure.

Max stopped to grab it and put it back on your foot, then you both went the rest of the way down the stairs.

Then we finally ate. Everyone seemed to be in a better mood after that.

That was when the real party started. You figured you'd wait for the cake a little later.

The playlist was over the top. The DJ really knew what he was doing, and he was partying down with everyone as he worked the computer.

It was about 7:45 when you saw that Max and Ross were pretty deep in a discussion. (4pm to 10pm. PARTY HARD!)

Max POV

"What's got you nervous?" I ask, looking at him.

Ross rubs his forehead. "I don't know. It's just..." He sighs. I saw his gaze go to her. "It's her. She's everything I'd ever want in someone."

"That doesn't really tell me what's holding you back."

"It's just..." His voice lowered. "If I tell you this, you've got to promise me you won't tell anyone else. Ashley doesn't want anyone other than those involved and God knowing."

I nodded and we shook on it like we usually do.

"A couple weeks ago, you know, when her grandparents were visiting, Ashley's dad decided to pay a visit."

"What's wrong with that?"

"It was an unexpected visit. He never called."

"Okay... I'm sorry I'm still confused."

"Just, let me finish."

I nod.

"Ashley doesn't have... Great memories with her dad. He was never really around, she only got to see him once or twice a year. She's got a slight... Grudge against him. So, when he came by, Ashley lost it. Her grandfather and him fought, I stepped in to break it up and her dad freaked out. He got really... Defensive and claimed he'd threaten to call the cops if I ever tried to get any 'farther' with her. Then he left."

"Basically, he doesn't approve of marriage."

"I never even asked for his consent. I was going to ask her grandfather when I got the chance to. He's been more of a father figure to her than her dad or stepdad."

"Did you ask him?"

"I spent the majority of the time with Ashley, trying to get her to calm down. I never got the chance to since they left the next day."

I thought for a second. "Well her grandfather likes you, right?"

"Yeah."

"Just go for it. If she cares about you that much, then you shouldn't have to worry about losing her."

He sighed, nodding slightly. "Give me about 15 minutes."

(Y/N) POV (2ND STILL)

You and Max had decided to cut the cake, but he was really weird about it. He said, "to buy some time." Whatever that meant.

He had shoved it in your face when you was careful about it. The dorky bastard.

Ashley helped you clean the frosting off of your dress and everybody was partying a little longer when the DJ picked up the microphone. "Alright, alright. You guys having fun?"

He got some cheers in response. 

"Great! Now, I'd hate to do this, but can you guys make a little space in the center of the floor there?"

He got some murmurs but everyone backed up like he had asked. You saw that Ross was standing up next to him with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Alright, thanks, guys. Hey, can I get Abby to come up to the floor?" Ross leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The DJ nodded. "Oh, no, sorry. Ashley, can I get Miss Ashley up here?"

Ashley gave you a confused glance, which made you shrug at her. She stepped up to the floor, Ross denied the microphone the DJ was about to give him and he stepped up to the floor in front of her. Nobody said anything, but there were a couple of gasps when Ross got down on one knee in front of her.

Your eyes went wide; Max was smiling wide and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both watched. Ashley looked like she was about to cry. 

You couldn't hear what Ross was saying but you figured it out when he opened a small black box in his hand.

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Ashley quickly nodded yes and Ross swung her around in a hug. Everyone broke into applause and the DJ went to play a song, which instead he accidentally played a meme.

He cut it off short with a slightly pink face. "Uh, sorry, guys. Wrong video."

Everyone just busted out laughing. You were thinking to yourself about why you hadn't invited Jon in the first place. He would've been the life of the party.

But seeing the two made you realize something. You had everything you would ever want. You were married to the best man in the world, you two had just decided on a home, you had the job you had dreamed of since you were little.

What more could you want?

Max put his phone down when he stopped vlogging and was about to tag you on Twitter when he stopped, holding his phone over to you. "You checked your channel lately?"

You shake your head. "No, why?"

He chuckles. "You might want to."

You gave him a confused glance but took the phone, looking at the screen with your YouTube channel banner acrost it. Under it was your channel name, and the Subscriber count.

1,000,004.

You almost lost it right then and there.

But all you did was smile and kiss your husband.

Everything was just the way it should be.

END