***Jen's POV-the church, 2:10***

"Where is he? I'm going to kill him," I muttered angrily. Aaron was beside me adjusting his bow tie.

"Maybe, he's having cold feet," said my cuz, Amanda. She was dressed in her bridesmaid dress.

"Oh, thanx. That's encouraging," I said sarcastically.

"Sorry. I was only trying to help," she said and walked over to my mother.

"Can I get you something to drink?" asked BJ.

"I'll take some champagne," I said thankfully.

"Here," she said, handing me a glass of golden champagne. I took a full gulp. I didn't realize how thirsty I was.

"Whoa, take it easy girl," she laughed lightly. "

I'm just really worried Beej. What if he changed his mind?"

"And turn down a beautiful girl like you as his wife? I know my brother. He's done some pretty stupid stuff in his life, but he's not that stupid," she said sincerely.

"Thank you, BJ. I love you, sis-in-law. I feel much better," I said hugging her. When I pulled away, tears were forming in my eyes.

"Oh, please don't cry. You'll mess up your make-up," she said smiling. I laughed. I truly felt better.

***Back w/ Nick***

"God, what have I done? I just want to get to my wedding on time. Is that so much to ask?" I asked as I banged my head on the steering wheel. I brought my head up and looked at the dead stopped traffic ahead of me. Then, something on the passenger seat caught my eye. It was my mom's cell phone, I grabbed it.

"Please work, please work," I whispered. I pushed the power button. It beeped and lit up.

"Yes!" I cried.

The guy in the Toyota next to me, started giving me weird looks. I didn't care. As I was about to push numbers in, I stopped. What number? Who do I call? I didn't know the church number, I had Mom's phone, and BJ had dropped hers in the lake about a week before. Brian. I punched in the numbers as the huge SUV in front of me moved the first two feet in five minutes. 1 ring, 2 ring, 3 ring...

"Hello?" asked Brian.

"B-Rok?"

"Nick?"

"Yeah, where are you?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I know I'm late..."

"Hehe, you're late?" I said sarcastically.

"Why, where are you?"

"I'm stuck in traffic on highway 75, soaking wet, with my tux in the back seat," I stated, frustrated.

"Yikes. Weren't you supposed to be at the church 40 minutes ago?"

"You were too," I said.

"Yeah well, I'm having the same problem as you. I'm stuck on 75 too. What are you driving?"

"The Jag," I replied.

"I'm in the Beemer," he said. A few seconds later, I saw Brian waving to me from about 50 cars away. I was in the far right lane, so I took off in the fire lane. I got up to him.

"If we can make it to the College Ave. ramp, we can take College Ave. and come back over 75," he said.

"Yeah, but won't that take like 15 minutes?" I asked.

"Had you rather stay here for an hour?"

"No," I replied.

,"Well then, let's go." He climbed in his jeep and off we went down the fire lane, illegally.

'Well, there's about the 4th time today that I've broke the law,' I thought. I had reached 65mph in a 45mph zone, I had run two stop signs, and now, I was going 45mph down the fire lane.

Finally, we reached the Orlando ramp. I went up it and got on College Ave.. Five minutes later, we were crossing 75 again. There was still a lot of traffic. It turned out that there had been a wreck on Highway 75. So, we decided to get ahead of it. We found the wreck and pulled back onto the highway, just ahead of it. Now, going 60mph down 75, I looked at the clock again. 2:47.

'I'm not going to make it,' I realized. Finally, I pulled onto the road the church was on with Brian right behind me. As I pulled into the huge parking lot, that was almost full, the clock said 3:00. I jumped out of the car and ran to the back of the church. I ran through a lot of halls till I heard a lot of commotion. I burst through some double doors and found BJ, Leslie, Mom, Ashley, Amanda, Angel, Hannah, and Paige, along with some of Jen's family and mine. Everyone stopped and stared at me. For the first time in the past hour, I thought about my appearance. My clothes were soaked and slightly muddy, my hair was a mess, and overall, I looked like a sewer rat.

"BJ, where's Jennifer?" I asked quietly, catching my breath.

"She left about ten minutes ago."

"Great. Did she say where she was going?"

"No, but she was crying. And she took a bottle of champagne with her."

"Alright. Thanks," I said and left the room.