A/N: Sorry about the wait, but here's the update. REVIEW!


You could feel your heartbeat in your stomach and in your head, and you could feel your hands shaking. You aren't nervous, but the idea that you are actually marrying your best friend of twelve years hasn't quite hit you yet.

Half of your hair was pulled back in a series of braids and pins, the bottom half hung in loose curls, all kept together with an entire bottle of hairspray. You were paranoid about your hair mussing up or your makeup smudging, but you remind yourself that Chase would still love you if you showed up in your pajamas.

Part of you was excited, another part anxious to see the look on his face as you walked down the aisle.

You can hear your bridesmaids lining up, but this doesn't register in your brain.

"You ready?" You hear your father say, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to look at him and smile, "Yes, dad. Let's go."

You watch as each of your bridesmaids walks down the aisle, meeting with one of Chase's groomsmen. Finally, Lola walks down, linking arms with Michael, the best man, and you realize that it's your turn.

You turn down the aisle and see him for the first time, and the look on his face, in his eyes, says it all. His jaw dropped ever so slightly before he contained himself, and smiled ear to ear.

As you reached the altar, your dad gave your hand to Chase, kissing you on the cheek, whispering, "I love you," in your ear. Chase's eyes haven't left your face since you walked in, and he didn't even try to hide it.

"You look incredible," You say to him. He was wearing the traditional black and white, and had managed to get his typically untidy hair to lay neatly for once, and he did look amazing.

"No," He replied, his eyes dazed. "You look….wow." He was at a loss for words, making you blush beet red.

The ceremony was short, and you had decided to use the traditional vows, rather than writing your own, as both of you had planned on speaking at your reception in a more intimate manner.

You exchanged rings and 'I do's' when finally the time came.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Every single happy memory of him came racing back into your mind, flooding your every thought, and you were filled with this sense of euphoria as it finally sunk in that he, Chase Matthews, was now yours for the rest of your life.

You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes, and you saw a glimmer in his that made your heart melt into a puddle, because you know for certain that he loves you with his entire heart and more.

You didn't notice anyone or anything else in the room, just his hands softly holding your face, pulling you up into a kiss. You didn't hear the applause, you just felt his lips on your own, felt his hands on your skin, felt your heartbeat going faster than normal. He had to end the kiss because you had no intentions of breaking away, and as you turn to look at the crowd of friends and family – old and new, you smile, because this is the best day of your entire life. Your parents are both crying and Dustin looks like he's choking up as well.

He takes your hand, kissing you once on the forehead, and leads you out into the lobby, where a line has already formed, with people waiting to congratulate the two of you.

You knew Chase's parents, but you hadn't met his older sister of three years, Alison, or any of his extended family. Alison had moved to Miami while Chase was at PCA, and as she was married and had a hectic schedule, it was difficult for her to be able to come to family gatherings. You had seen pictures of her, though, and recognized her face immediately as she approached. She had the same dark hair and green eyes as Chase, but her completion was darker than his fair skin.

"Can't believe my little brother just got married." She said, giving him a long hug. "Shouldn't you still be digging in mud and falling over things?"

He laughed, "Well I'm still falling, but no, no more mud."

She turned to look at you, a warm expression on her face as she gave you a hug as well. "Welcome to our family, Zoey. Hopefully I'll be around more often."

Chase was the one that answered. "Yeah, so you can harass me with insults?"

She smiled. "Of course." She turned to you. "Seriously, though. I'd like to get to know you. Anyone that can get my little brother to fly across the world is worth knowing."

You blush slightly, smiling. "Good to know. It's nice meeting you too."

"Well I should let other people through. I'll talk to you later."

She walked away and you felt him wrap an arm around your waist. "Words do not describe how amazing you look right now."

You tilted your head up to him. "I can say the same for you."

He grinned, giving you a peck on the forehead, and then turning to welcome the lineup that had formed in front of you, waiting to give you their congratulations.

Your entire family from Louisiana had driven up for the wedding, and you miss the times that had been spent in the country, laughing and arguing like families do, but you couldn't be more grateful for your life in California. When your parents had moved back from England during your junior year at PCA, they moved permanently to California, a thirty minute drive from PCA so they could see you and Dustin more often. They had enrolled you in boarding school when PCA began allowing girls in due to the amount of travelling your dad's job required, but that didn't stop them from wishing that you were around more often. Chase's parents lived in Boston, his mother a surgeon and father a defence attorney. His mother had lived in Baltimore until she was in college and her parents still resided there. His father grew up in Boston and attended PCA from sixth grade onwards, like Chase. Much of his family had attended, and he, like you, came from a large family. You had met his parents on several occasions and you had grown to love them as family, while Chase saw your parents almost as often as you saw them yourself.

As Chase's parents approached you, nearing the end of the line, you saw his mother wiping tears from her eyes, a vaguely Chase-like smile on her face, and his father just smiled. Both gave each of you a hug. "I can't believe that this is happening. I mean, I knew it would, but it doesn't seem real." His mom, Julie, said to him, wiping more tears away. "And you, Zoey. You look gorgeous. I couldn't be happier for the two of you."

"Mom, don't cry." Chase said, holding her hand.

"I know, I'm being silly." She said with a laugh.

His father, Rob, spoke up. "We'll be around more often. We've been looking at cottages around here, since we're both close to retiring. We want to see you two more."

"Really?" Chase's face lit up. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Nothing's settled yet but we're hoping to by Christmas time. We've decided that we need to see you more, since you've completely grown up right under our noses." Julie said.

"Well we won't bug you anymore. Congratulations." His father said with a smile, giving both him and you another hug, and pulling his wife away.

You hugged, kissed, cried, and laughed with the remaining friends and family left to greet you. When your own parents showed up, your mother cried while your father stood by, not saying much.

When the limo (courtesy of Malcolm Reese) arrived to take you and your party to the country club where the reception was taking place, the butterflies in your stomach took flight again, muting your ability to speak.

The palm trees surrounding the entrance were decorated with twinkle lights, and the ball room was decorated in white and pale pink, chosen by Lola. You barely heard the applause when you entered, hand in hand with your new husband. You just looked up at his face, and you were sure that his shocked expression matched yours. You took your place at the head table and the events of the night began.

Your first dance as a married couple was something that you were both excited for, and nervous, due to Chase's lack of coordination and inability to find any sort of rhythm. You were completely unprepared for what did happen though, when he took your hand and with a very non-Chase-like grace, spun you around. You danced to All You Need is Love, because it was one of his favourite songs in the entire universe, and it suited your relationship very well.

You looked him in the eyes and you could feel your heart melt, the queasy feeling in your stomach disappear, and all you saw was him and the forever that you were just beginning.

"I wish I could go back in time and tell my thirteen year old self to settle down." He said with a laugh.

You smiled back at him. "I never would had imagined ten years ago that this day would be happening. But I'm so lucky that it's you. It's always been you."

This time, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to meet his lips. He leaned down, and thanks to the heels that Lola forced you into, you didn't have to make up much to close the six inch difference in your height. His lips seemed to respond to yours in the best way ever, his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn't care that the entire room was watching you, because all you care about is him and you. Zoey and Chase. Chase and Zoey.

You could hear the song coming to a close when you finally pulled away, and he twirled you around one more time, cueing another round of applause.

You pecked him on the cheek and you feel another set of arms on your shoulders, a familiar set, and your dad takes your hands in his own for the next dance. He was always known to be a good dancer, but you couldn't help but notice the shakiness in his hands, the sad look in his eyes.

"You okay, dad?" You say, your reputation of being protective and concerning proving to be true once again.

"I'm fine. Just fine." He replies with a sad smile. "I knew this day would happen eventually. It's just, you've always been my little girl and I know how independent you've always been."

You smile at him because it was technically his duty as a father to be upset over his daughter growing up, but you know he'll get over it.

"Well, if you had to get married, I'm glad it's Chase. There was something about the way he looked at you when I dropped you off at PCA for the first time, which every father wishes for his daughter, but secretly dreads at the same time."

You couldn't wrap your thirteen year old head around the fact that this place, with the swimming pools and tennis courts and the beach across the street, was going to be your school for the next five years, and you couldn't be more excited.

"First day at a new school, living on your own. It's okay to be nervous." Your father says, looking at you.

"I'm not nervous." You shake your head. Sometimes he forgets that you're not five years old anymore. You're a teenager now and you're ready to do things on your own.

"Yeah I was talking to me." He said.

"I understand, but you know I'll always be your little girl. Don't think I'm just going to disappear."

"I know. Just being a concerned father. That's all."

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The night was everything you had ever wished for and more. You had danced with almost every one of your friends and family, laughing and crying, and part of you wished that the night would never end. It was nice, having all of your old PCA friends together, laughing just like old times. Lately, everyone had been so busy and getting together and reuniting the gang had been challenging. Lola's acting career had taken off and Quinn had earned her Ph.D., and Michael and Hana were having some typical first-year-of-marriage struggles. Chase's novel was finished and had been submitted to several publishers, and he had also been hired full-time by the local newspaper as a columnist. Everyone stayed the same, and though you couldn't see each other as often, when you were together things felt right.

When it came time for Michael to make his best man's speech, Chase buried his face in his hands, looking up through the spaces between his fingers.

"Oh come on, Chase. He's really not going to embarrass you that badly."

He gave you a look. "I obsessed over you for nearly three years, and Michael's slightly intoxicated. Just please don't kill me after."

You had to wonder what Michael would say that was so humiliating to Chase.

"Good evening ladies, gents, and Logan." Michael began, giving Logan a smirk, cueing Logan to throw a straw at him. "We're all here today because of the two lovely people sitting at the table to my right. Chase Matthews is the best friend that I could, or anyone for that matter, could ask for. But yes, he is MY best friend. Mine. And yes, Zoey, that was directed to you."

You rolled your eyes, thinking back to all of the times Michael would lecture you about 'Hogging Chase' once the two of you had started dating.

You look up as Michael wipes his eyes. "It has been a very emotional day - as some of you must have noticed that even the cake is in tiers."

"You're not funny!" Logan shouted out.

"Oh, but I am young Logan. Anyways, back to my point. If any of you know Chase and Zoey for as long as I have, you would know that Chase has been in love with Zoey since he rode his bike into a flag pole at the ripe age of thirteen. And ever since then, he has annoyed the shit out of us. Like, he was so desperate. He obsessed over her, and she had no idea. It went on for three years before they finally got together. Three whole years of listening to that boy complain. I was going to lose my mind."

Chase blushed and you took his hand.

"He tried to tell her a few times, and one time he bought her a rose and chickened out, but it went on. And on. And on. And on. The kid couldn't catch a break. One time, in ninth grade I think it was, we made a time capsule."

"Fuck." Chase mumbled under his breath. "Here it goes."

"Zoey made a video talking about her life at PCA, and she talked about him in the video, and made the very grave mistake of telling him. And he wouldn't shut up about it. He wouldn't rest until he found out what that goddamned video said. He even dreamed about it, and almost murdered me when I woke him up one time. It was pouring rain out, and he dragged me outside to dig up the time capsule so he could watch it. At two o'clock in the morning. He was out of his freaking mind."

You inhaled sharply and watched as Chase's face blushed scarlet and he wouldn't catch your eye. You weren't mad, not at all. You might have been at the time, but not now.

"But here's the best part. He started watching, and not five seconds in decided that it was wrong to watch it, so he dragged me back outside to dig up the time capsule AGAIN and rebury that fucking DVD. Idiot."

You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, because even though he made some idiotic decisions as a teenager, Chase was a genuinely good person, and you loved him for it.

"Zoey found out that Chase loved her by accident. She had moved to England, and she overheard him profess his love over a webcam that had been turned on accidentally. He even followed her out to England, and although she had moved back at the same time, four long months later, they started dating. And that brings us to today." He turned to face the two of you, all goofiness melting away. "So I propose a toast, to Zoey and Chase Matthews, the best friends I could ever ask for. I love you both."

And everyone drank.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch, even when a blushing Chase removed your garter with his teeth while heckled by Mike and Logan.

At the end, before the two of you were to set out, you pulled him in and kissed him in the middle of the room. Everyone cheered, but once again you only noticed his lips on your own. You were taken away in a Limo to a hotel off the coast, where you were to spend the night before leaving on your honeymoon. Lola and Quinn had delivered your suitcases prior, and were to come in the morning to collect your dress. The limo arrived, and you were pelted with rice, using Chase as a shield, and you were off.

The hotel was only twenty minutes away, and you were filled with a sense of euphoria and nerves. You had been living with him for nearly a year, but things felt different, in a good way, and you were excited to start the next chapter of your life.

You entered the hotel and he led you down the hall, lifting you up in the elevator and carrying you to your room. The room was small, mostly dominated by the large bed in the centre. Lola had booked the room with the best intentions, and you made a mental note to thank her later.

You pulled the pins out of your hair, letting it hang in curls. It was hard from the hairspray, but that was the last of your concerns. He walked towards you, and you undid his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and he reached behind you and helped undo your dress. It took a while, but the anticipation was worth it.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck, slowly, working his way across your collarbone and down your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and he spun around, pushing you onto the bed and climbing over you.

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With one final thrust, he collapsed, every line of his body pressing against your own. He held himself up enough that he wasn't crushing you, but you could feel his closeness and you smiled at the feeling.

"Wow." He said simply, finally rolling over but intertwining his leg with your own and draping an arm across your chest.

You turned to look him in the eyes. You didn't care about how messed up your hair was or the fact that your makeup was smudged in weird places. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful woman on the planet, and he certainly made you feel that way.

"I love you." He said, moving his hand to stroke your face.

You smiled. "Now was that so hard to say to my face?" You said, remembering the first time he ever told you.

He laughed. "It was easy."

"I love you so much Chase Matthews."

"And I love you too, Zoey Brooks. Or I guess I should say, Zoey Matthews."

"I like the sound of that."

"I do too." He said, and he kissed you one more time, before pulling up the covers and wrapping his arms around you. You fell asleep with your head on his shoulder, dreaming of nothing that night.

Because in reality, you had everything you could ever dream about.


A/N:

So FINALLY, here's the long awaited update. I'm sorry it took me three weeks. I just wanted it to be good. I rewrote this a few times, because I didn't want to disappoint anyone. Hopefully this lives up to expectations.

Between school and having surgery, it was almost impossible to buckle down and write. I know that this was just a typical, cheesy wedding story, and iI didn't want it to be, but it's building up to something bigger.

I really like the direction in which this story is going, and I have ideas for the next two chapters, so hang on. I have finals this week so don't expect an update. Maybe the week after.

I left some things open because 1) use your own imagination and 2) I didn't want to rate this as M because nobody would read it.

Next chapter, expect drama.

It's 12 AM so I'm going to get to sleep. Please leave reviews! I want FEEDBACK. Give me what you liked/didn't like. I hope I was able to get into Michael's character enough.

And as always, PM me if you have any questions/comments/statements etc. I like talking to you guys.

-Sarah

PS. And about the cheesy best man jokes – I found them online, and from weddings I've gone to. Michael has a childlike sense of humor so I had to include it.