***The Wedding***

I woke up at 9:30 a.m.. I had my hair appointment at 12:30 and the wedding was at 3:00. There were so many people at my house. Me, Mom, Jane, Granma, BJ, Leslie, Angel, Ashley, Amanda, Hannah, and Leighanne. I went downstairs and my mom was fixing breakfast. Like I could possibly eat. But I knew I should, so I ate a piece of toast. I left for my appointment at 12:00. I had decided that since I was having a tiara with my vail, that a bun would be nice. Then I got little curls down the sides of my face. I knew Nick would love it. We left the salon at 1:30. By now, I was very anxious. We went back home and picked everyone up. We also got all the dresses. We got to the church at 2:15. We got ready for the wedding. The dress I had chosen was silk with 30 buttons down the back and 20 buttons down the sleeves. It was so beautiful. I hoped Nick liked it. Nick. I wonder what he's doing now.

***Nick***

"Nick, Nick! Wake up! It's your wedding day," yelled Brian, jumping on my bed.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily.

"11:17. You gotta wake up."

"Ah, I gotta go!" I jumped out of the bed and into the shower.

When I got out, I put on a clean t-shirt and shorts and got my tux out of the closet. While everyone was at the house getting ready, I went out on my boat for a few minutes. We didn't have to be at the church until 2:00p.m.. It was now 1:10. Every time I needed peace, I had gone out on my boat. Now, I needed some time to think. To be truthful, I was scared to death. I was ready to get married and I wanted to, but I was scared that she wouldn't be able to handle my schedule. Dating her was one thing, but being married to her was another thing entirely. Would I be able to commit to her? Would I be able to be a husband, musician, and possibly a father at the same time? These ideas had never crossed my mind. I looked at my watch. It was 1:42. I decided to head back. I was a little more than a mile away from the house, when the boat cut off. I turned the key again and the engine growled and died.

"Come on. Not now," I muttered. I glanced at the gas gage. Guess what? It was on empty. I forgot to fill the freakin' gas tank.

"Well, this sucks," I said to no one in particular. For the next five minutes I paced the boat wondering what to do.

'Cell phone,' I thought. I patted my pockets. No phone. I tried the engine again. Nothing. I looked at my watch again. It was now 1:48.

"Well, I'm supposed to be at my own wedding in 12 minutes and the wedding starts in an hour. I, on the other hand, am stuck on this stupid boat, because I forgot the gas tank. I'm not even dressed yet and I still have no idea what to do during the ceremony. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'M DEAD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then, I got an idea.

"I could swim back," I said to myself. I was wearing an Old Navy t-shirt and blue jean shorts. I grabbed the boat keys, dropped the floats off the sides, and dove into the lake. Then ,something occurred to me while I swam.

"I have to swim a whole mile,' I thought. But it didn't stop me. Every few minutes, I would take a break and rest.

Finally, I saw the house. I had about 500 more feet to the dock. I took a deep breath and started swimming again. At last, I threw my arm up onto the ladder and pulled myself up. I climbed up onto the deck and ran as fast as I could for our back door. I grabbed the doornob and tried to turn it. It didn't budge. It was locked. "Great," I said.

I ran to our front door. Locked. I ran back around to the back with an idea. As much as I hated to do it, I grabbed a rock and busted the window, unlocked the door, and opened it. As soon as the door opened, the alarm went off. And let me tell you, that thing is loud. I ran to the front door, opened the keypad, and punched in the code. It shut off. I ran up the stairs and grabbed my tux. Going down the stairs, I took them three at a time. At the bottom, I looked out the window to the front.(the garage) BJ had taken her red BMW, because she had to leave the reception early and Dad had taken my Durango to the country club for the reception. So, that left me the Land Rover and the Jaguar. I grabbed the Jag keys and ran out of the house. The Jag was convertible and the top was down, so I jumped in (literally) and pulled out of the driveway. Going out of our neighborhood, I was doing about 60mph. As I sped through the security gate, I heard the guard yell.

"Carter!" The very thought of what my parents would say to the fact that I'm driving a $75,000 Jaguar through Ruskin, Florida at 60mph. I chuckled lightly. I glanced at the clock. 2:29.