A/N: I don't own any of the characters but I do own the plot. I haven't decided if I should leave this as a One-Shot or do another chapter so let me know what you think.

It's been three months since that night and now I'm standing in the middle of the dressing room at the church clad in my wedding dress. It was Colin's mother's wedding dress and I hate it but I'll wear it. I can't help but wonder if I'm still doing this out of guilt or if I actually love him. Colin's a wonderful guy and he treats me well, according to my Grandparents he's my perfect match. But I'm not so sure anymore, am I? Is this still what I really want or is this just me following the decisions made for me again?

When I'm with him things are different. But when I'm with Colin things are safe and constant and . . . that's it. It's the consistency with Colin that I had found relaxing before that just turned boring as time went on. It's his consistency that I don't love, right? No that's not it. I'm not sure if this is what I want anymore. To marry Colin. To have a family that is consistent. To be secure. It's not what I want. I don't want this life of high society. I don't want to plan parties and organize my husbands agenda. I don't want consistency. I want to live on the edge like I did with Logan. That's it. That's what I want. I want Logan.

Slowly I unzip the back of the dress and watch it pool around my feet. I pull the veil off my head and toss it over the back of the chair on my right. I glance in the mirror and slide off my garter. The one thing that is mine is the shoes, the white stilettos that Logan bought for me as a joke before Labour Day.

I smile at the memory and pull on my jeans as Maria, my dress assistant that my grandmother hired walks in. I ask her to help me with my black corset and she pulls the strings at the back until I tell her to stop. They're tight but not tight enough that I can't breath. I thank her and grab my purse before racing out the door.

I round the corner and walk into the grooms dressing room and straight over to Colin.

"Rory what are you doing here? Why aren't you dressed yet, you've only got twenty minutes?"

"Colin, I'm sorry but I can't marry you. It's wasn't fair to you that I even let things get this far. I thought I could forget about him but I can't. I can't marry you when I'm in love with someone else. I'm sorry Colin. You're a great guy and will make someone very happy but that someone just isn't me."

"Rory, you've just got cold feet now go get dressed."

"No Colin. This is it, goodbye." I said and walked out of the room.

I walked down the hallway and through the entrance hall. Everyone I passed looked at me like I was an alien. It was almost as if they were saying, 'who walks into their wedding in black?' Well, me obviously, except I'm walking out. That point was clear as they watched me walk through the doors and out to the blonde-haired-brown-eyed god that was leaning against the silver Mercedes Bendz.

"Hey Ace. You decided to live on the edge after all huh?"

"Yeah Logan, now take me home. There's something that I have to show you." I smiled and climbed into the passenger side door.

In the rear view mirror I can see Colin staring in disbelief out the second story window. I couldn't blame him really though. He and Logan used to be best friends. To lose the girl to your best friend has got to be tough but we both knew it would be a mistake to get married. I just realized it sooner.

"Well Ace, mine or yours?"

"Yours, you've got the bigger bed."