A/N: School has taken over my life (booooo). Anyway, here is the final chapter, since I finally had the time to type it out. Thank you to everybody who has read this story, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Enjoy.



That's the only color that I've seen today. Today is the day that I am going to marry Mike and honestly, I'm not happy about it. It has been six months since Punk left and called off our relationship. Trust me, I have tried going after him, calling him and going to his apartment, but he has not spoken a word to me. Punk even quit working at the banquet hall, which surprised me. I truly messed up and now I'm stuck doing something that I'm going to regret.

Over the past six months, Mike has acted as if nothing was wrong and that he didn't know about Punk. He carried on making sure that I had the wedding I wanted, which was basically his way of just giving me his credit card and letting me buy anything I wanted. Media was calling this wedding, "The Wedding of the Year"…something I dreaded. We had a lot of planning done and made sure we had the top wedding planner, photographer, videographer….whatever you could think of, we had it. Problem was, this wasn't my wedding, it was more of a front for the media. I do not want any of this.

"Oh honey! You are such a beautiful bride."

My mother is more excited than I am.

"Thanks Mom." I muttered as I looked at myself in the mirror.

She continued to adjust the dress and veil, making sure I looked perfect for the big day.

"Mike looks so handsome. He is really nervous too." she told me.

"He'll be okay once the ceremony starts."

"You okay honey? You don't seem as excited. Butterflies?"

I wanted to laugh and tell her what was really bothering me. I wanted Punk. I wanted to walk down the aisle and see him there, smiling as I made my way towards him. He's the one that I want to say my vows too and honestly tell him just how much I love him. He's the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with, not Mike.

"Just anxious to start." I said. "I'll be fine once we start." I nodded.

"Well okay, just making sure my baby girl is okay." She grinned as she went to check on the other bridesmaids.

I let out a sigh as I heard someone say that just about all the guests were here and we'd be starting soon. In just a matter of minutes, I would be walking down that aisle and taking the role of being Mrs. Mizanin. A knock on the door was heard and it was to notify us that we could start heading out to where the ceremony would be taking place. One by one, my bridesmaids left the room, to prepare for their walk down the aisle. I took my place behind the closed doors of the church, standing with my father as the girls walked out. He glanced over at me, noticing I wasn't as excited as I should be.

"You okay darling?"

"Mhm, fine." I nodded. Too bad he didn't believe me.

"You know, I never did like this Mike for you." He told me.

I glanced over at him and looked at him amused. "Dad…" I laughed.

"Just saying, if he's not the one you want, then you shouldn't force yourself to do this."

"I have to do this Dad." I told him.

My father was going to say something, but the doors opened, revealing myself to the people in attendance. I let out a short breath as I heard my music begin, signaling for me that it was time to walk down the aisle. I spotted Mike, looking handsome as my mother did say, but I could tell his attention was on something else and it wasn't me. Looking around briefly, I noticed that I didn't really know any of the people there; most of them were people that Mike knew, people that were never really in my life. This was all Mike's world; I was just going to be a small part of it.

I finally made it to the end of the aisle, meeting up with Mike and my Dad handed me over to him, patting Mike on the back and sending me a small wink as he went to go sit by my mother. I stood at the alter with Mike and the minister as the wedding began. I couldn't help but to think about how big of a mistake this is going to be. You should not marry somebody if you don't love them and your heart is not into it.

The wedding was underway and we were halfway through, all we had left to do was say our vows and do the exchange of our rings. However, there was a small part that had to be taken care of, before we could even proceed. A part that I hoped would be my favorite.

"If anybody has any reason about why these two should not be married, take this opportunity to speak now or forever hold your peace."

I glanced around at the guests, hoping and praying that somebody would say something, hell…I was hoping Punk was going to come through those doors and whisk me away, taking me with him, where I belonged in the first place. All hope came crashing down when I realized that nobody was going to say anything and Punk wasn't coming.

"Alright, I can't do this anymore. I object."

Many gasps were heard throughout the room, even I let out a gasp…though I shouldn't have been surprised. I turned to look at the person who said it.

"Mike? What?" I asked as I looked at him.

He scratched the back of his head in a nervous manner.

"I can't pretend to want to go through with this when I'm in love with somebody else. I'm sorry." He said. "Ever since we started planning out this wedding, I've been seeing our wedding planner behind your back and I've fallen in love with her." He told me.

I had known he was seeing her, but opted not to say anything. I mean I did do the same thing.

I nodded. "I've known." I told him. "I knew about you and Maryse a while ago."

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"Of course not." I replied as I shook my head lightly. "I want you to be happy Mike and if she makes you happy, then be with her." I smiled.

He smiled back and hugged me. "Thank you. I want you to be happy too, so go to where you want to go." He told me. "I know he's home, it helps to have cops working for you." He smirked.

I let out a small laugh and hugged him once again before I ran off and out of the church, headed to the place I wanted to be.

Something about running across town in a wedding dress is not fun, but it's so worth it just to see the face of the man that I love. I made it to his apartment about a half hour after I left the church, surprisingly his door was open, I just had to open the screen door and let myself in, which I did. I glanced around and smiled seeing that he still had his apartment the same way I last remembered seeing it. Looking around for him, I heard a noise in the kitchen and made my way there, spotting him. He was fixing something in the sink.

"Punk…" I said softly. I was extremely nervous.

Whatever he was using to fix the sink with, he dropped it and then turned to look at me. His eyes widened in surprise to see me there.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he folded his arms across his chest. "Aren't you supposed to be getting married?" he asked as he pointed at my wedding dress.

I nodded. "We were well underway, until Mike called it off. He's been dating our wedding planner and couldn't keep pretending that he wanted to marry me." I told him.

Punk nodded. "Interesting."

I sighed. "Punk, I'm so sorry for what happened six months ago. I just didn't know what to do. My mind was just torn on doing the right thing for Mike, while deciding whether or not just to confess what was going on with us. It was a lot of pressure and I made a huge mistake. I never meant to hurt you and I've been trying to make it work with us. I've been trying to get in contact with you ever since that night, wanting to just come back to you." I told him as I bit my lip and looked at him. He looked like he didn't even want to hear it anymore. I sighed and nodded. "Look, I'll just go…this seems like it was a bad idea to even run over here and try to win you back." I shook my head and started to turn around to leave.

"You ran here?"

I turned and nodded. "Yes. I just wanted to come to the place that I should have been at all this time."

Punk nodded a bit as he ran a hand over his face, then looked at me.

"I forgave you months ago. I was just wondering what was taking you so long to come back. The only reason why I ignored you was because I wanted you to make the effort to come here and find me, talk to me face to face."

"I have, honestly. Every time I came to your apartment though, I couldn't knock on the door because I was just so nervous. I chickened out."

"I just needed time to cool off and it doesn't take that long for me to chill out. I wouldn't have kicked you out or yell at you." Punk said.

Shrugging in defeat, I nodded. "I know that now. Punk, I'm so so sorry. I love you so much and I was stupid to even do such a thing."

Punk walked up to me and looked me over, then cupped my face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss me. I instantly melted into the kiss, missing the feel of his lips on mine. Pulling him closer to me, I sighed in content until he pulled away. "I am amused that you wore white on your wedding day. I for sure know that you aren't that innocent." He smirked.

"I had to pretend to be a perfect little angel for one day." I smirked back.

Punk snorted. "You? Angel? The sink can wait, I have to take your dress off and have my way with you, I don't like sinners in my place." He joked as he picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, while I giggled, as we headed to his bedroom.

It had been a crazy couple of months, but I was glad to be where I belonged. I belonged with my guy, the one that truly makes me happy. What can I say, I love the guy.

A/N: I didn't like the ending, but that pretty much just sums up how they would get back anyway lol. I hope you enjoyed this short story/idea lol. Thanks for reading! :)