Gavin was pacing back and forth on his room, nervous and excited at the same time. This is it, the day that he prayed for, the day he want to have with the person he's in love with.

"Dude calm down." His friend, Lucas, laughed. Amused by his friend. "Everything will be okay. Stop worrying."

"Lucas, first of all, you don't tell a person that, second you don't understand because you're single and no one wants to be with you. Asshole." Gavin spat, scowling at his friend.

"Woah woah- don't be so personal. That kinda hurt.." Lucas mumbled the end of what he says, pouting. That's true, no one really wants to be with him because he's a playboy, and all he wants is a quickie.

"Truth hurts, no?" Gavin teased, already calming down.

"S-stop! Being with someone is still my choice. I don't want them, not the other way around." Lucas frowned.

"Hm, sure." Gavin smirked and looked at himself in the mirror. "Hey, how do I look?" he asked.

"You look normal." said Lucas nonchalantly.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

Lucas sighed, "You look handsome if that's what you want to hear."

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Bree, on the other hand, looks so calm. Just there inside his room, sitting on a chair while looking at himself in the mirror. You wouldn't think that he's even a bit nervous.

But inside he's screaming, panicking. 'What if Gavin changes his mind?' 'Would Gavin show up?' were the things on his mind. Clearly, he's nervous.

Suddenly, someone entered and said, "The wedding starts in 5."

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"I Bree Taylor take you Gavin Grayson to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." Bree said while placing the wedding ring on Gavin's ring finger, looking at him lovingly.

Everyone cheered when the wedding came into the kissing part. Obviously, everyone's happy that the two finally got married after years of being boyfriends.

'This is just the start.' Bree thought before they go to the venue.