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It's Just You and Me, Honey (Final Chapter)
Saturday, July 24, 2010

Final Chapter

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"Oh, wow," Heather gasped, leaning back onto the bench. Sophia smiled sadly as she stared at the face of her sleeping son. He resembled Dylan so much.

"I'm so sorry, Sophie," she whispered softly before enveloping the other woman in a gentle embrace. Heather wiped a few tears that had escaped during Sophia's tragic story telling after releasing her. The sleeping boy in Sophia's arms suddenly drew her attention.

"So, how's the little chap holding up?" Heather inquired, running her hand on the soft tuft of brown hair.

Sophia sniffled a little before answering, "Every night I would tell a story about his daddy and Daryl would sleep with a smile on his face."

Daryl gave a little moan before snuggling against Sophia's blouse. Heather watched sadly as she pondered on the boy's life; no dad to play catch with, no dad to teach him to ride a bike, no love from a father.

"I know what you're thinking," Sophia interrupted suddenly. Her green eyes were hard and determined as she averted her gaze to the woman next to her.

"What do you mean?" Heather blurted, a little shocked.

Sophia gave a little smile. "You're thinking that Daryl is going to grow loveless and lonely."

Heather's mouth bobbed open to defend herself but Sophia cut her in before a word was uttered.

"Daryl is surrounded by people who love him. His Uncle Hunter lives next door to us and visits almost everyday. Uncle Luke and Zach love to take him to baseball games, as to harvest his 'inner man'."

Sophia rubbed the little boy's cheeks during the brief pregnant pause when Heather didn't know what to say. "Plus," she continued softly, "Daryl knows his Daddy is always watching over him, pouring him with love."

Heather's eyes softened as it glistened with unshed tears. "You're a strong woman, Sophie," she pointed out. Sophia gave out a little chuckle at her statement. "Well, you can't help but keep a stiff upper lip when you spent almost all of your life around farting boys."

The two women laughed together at the memories of their friends. When their laughter died, they sat in silence and watched the leaves dancing around them. They were both lost in their own thoughts, pondering about their conversation.

"So," Heather started, "what did you do after, you know."

Sophia leaned her head back to gaze at the clear blue sky. "Obviously, we decided to quit the band. It's not the same without him," she paused, her eyes glassy, "I had Daryl and decided to be a music teacher at Casco Bay High School. It's just a 30 minute drive from my apartment"

Heather raised an eyebrow at her answer. "How ironic that you became a teacher? You used to hate them, especially Mr. Wart-A-Lot."

Sophia laughed at the memory, muffling it with her palm. "God, I used to hate him. Remember when one of his wart literally exploded in front of the class?"

This elicited a loud giggle from the brunette. "Poor Jimmy, he was sprayed with the wart juices."

Sophia threw her head back and emitted a full-hearted laugh, drawing a smile on the other girl's lips. "Ah," the redhead sighed after she had calmed down, "how I miss high school."

Heather wrinkled her nose at this. "Nah, I don't miss it very much except for my friends," she admitted, "High school life is nothing but crazy drama shit. I'm glad that's over."

Sophia suspired in agreement. She closed her eyes to let the gentle breeze blow away all the sad memories in her life.

She was a strong woman but after Dylan's funeral, all her beliefs were thrown out of the window. She lost count on how many night was spent curled under the cover, clutching Dylan's pillow to her chest. The boys tried everything to lift her up but nothing could hide the fact that her fiancé, the father of her child, was gone forever. It took a few months until Sophia was finally able to function normally, well, as normal as she could.

But all her efforts were burned when she gave birth to Daryl. Hunter and Natasha had been by her side, holding her hands during the process but in her mind, it wasn't enough. She needed Dylan. Sophia couldn't even look at her newborn baby, let alone hold him. The doctor diagnosed her condition as Postpartum Depression. It took every fiber in Natasha's body to help her daughter heal because her grandson needed his mother. Up to this day, Sophia couldn't repay all of her mother's sacrifices.

"Sophia?" a familiar voice hollered. Sophia's eyes snapped open, as well as Heather's. They both turned to stare at a man running towards them. His curly hair billowed in the wind as he caught up to the bench they were sitting on.

"Sophie, what are you doing here all alone?" he panted, a little out of breath, "I stopped by your apartment to find it empty and your neighbor told me you left without a word. Do you know how worried I was?"

"Hunter," Sophia flushed, "Stop fussing." He frowned at her subtle head gesture pointing towards the girl next to her but his brown eyes finally widened when Heather's face registered his mind.

"Heather? Heather Brown?" he questioned in disbelief. Heather laughed and held out a hand to him.

"Long time no see, Hunter Kinsley," she grinned, "Looks like you haven't changed a bit."

The three of them chatted animatedly for a few minutes before Sophia politely interrupted to end their talk.

"I have to head home now, Heather," she said, "Daryl will get fussy when he doesn't have his dinner on time."

Heather nodded before proceeding to envelop Sophia in a tight hug. Daryl was now in Hunter's arms so she squeezed the air out of her friend.

"You have my number, don't you?" Heather asked when they pulled apart. Sophia nodded and took Daryl from Hunter again.

"It was very nice to see you again, Heather. If you need anything, call me," she offered.

Heather smiled and waved at the two retreating form as they walked together to Hunter's car. Sophia's willpower and brave heart gave Heather a new look on life. Sometimes life will turn its back on you unexpectedly but you have to keep your game face on and continue your journey. After all, what is life without its trials?

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"Hey Soph, how did you get here?" asked Hunter when he couldn't find Sophia's car anywhere.

"I took the cab," she answered, "the traffic is gonna kill me if I drove on a Monday."

When they reached Hunter's Honda, Sophia gently strapped Daryl onto the extra car seat Hunter had stashed in his boot in case it was needed. Daryl gave a little groan but went back to sleep immediately. As the car drove off, Sophia gazed out of the window to view the passing stones.

"You okay?" Hunter voiced out.

"Yeah, I am," Sophia answered honestly, smiling up at him. He couldn't help but return her smile with a grin of his own.

They drove in a comfortable silence until Sophia broke it. "So when's Lillian coming home?" she inquired. Lillian was Hunter's new wife; they had just been married for over three months. Lillian, with her hot temper and spitfire attitude mashed well with Hunter's witty and stubborn self. The duo met during the final concert of The Avenue where she worked as the backstage staff.

"This evening. God, I miss her so much, I felt like it's been years since I last saw here."

Sophia couldn't help but giggle at his answer. "It has only been five days, Hunter."

"Yeah well, we're newlyweds, we get away with all these mushy stuff," he grinned.

His grin provoked a smile from her own lips and she knew, that everything was going to be okay.


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"But momma, I'm not sweepy," complained Daryl when Sophia changed him into his Batman pajamas.

"It's already past your bedtime, young man," she scolded gently, "if you don't get to bed now, you'll wake up a cranky boy. And what happens when you're a cranky boy?"

"I won't get ice-cweam," he pouted. Sophia smiled at her son before tucking his Robin blanket around him.

"Now, will you be a good boy and go to sleep?" Daryl nodded vigorously at the question, causing his brown hair to fly everywhere. Sophia smoothen it down before leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Goodnight, munchkin," she murmured. Gently getting up to her feet as to not wake the slumbering toddler, Sophia turned off the lights but left the door slightly ajar so the light from the hallway will illuminate his room.

Sophia was comfortably perched on the sofa in her own pajamas, grading her students' papers when the doorbell rang. She scuttled over and quickly pried the door open, afraid that the bell would wake up Daryl. A smile grazed on her lips when the intruder was none other than Hunter and Lillian.

"Lily, you're back!" exclaimed Sophia excitedly. Lillian laughed lively before crushing her friend in her arms. Hunter guffawed at the sight of small Sophia being mauled by his wife.

When Lillian finally had withdrawn herself from Sophia, she raised an arm and showed her the brown paper bag that was in her hand. "I bought you souvenirs!" she pointed. Sophia chuckled and stepped aside to let the couple in.

They sat on her brown couch, talking animatedly about Lillian's trip to Russia. Lillian dug her hands in the brown bag, searching for the souvenir she had bought especially for Sophia. When she retracted her hand, there was a snow globe resting in it.

"I found this in a bar there. I had to fight tooth and nail for it but it was worth it," Lillian explained softly. Sophia took the globe from her hands and examined it herself. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the five little figurines in it. They were Sophia, Dylan, Luke, Zach and Hunter unmistakably, each with their own instruments in their hands

"Oh my god," choked Sophia, "a snow globe with us in it!" She sniffled a little before wrapping her arms around Lillian as a token of appreciation.

"You are the best, Lils!" Lillian grinned at the compliment and was about to show her more of the unique souvenirs but the sound of pitter patter of feet silenced her. Soon enough, a young boy emerged from the hallway, blinking at them.

"Momma?" Daryl called out sleepily. Sophia placed the globe on the coffee table and rushed to him, sweeping him in her arms.

"What's wrong, munchkin?"

Daryl look at her straight in the eye with his watery brown eyes. "You forgot to tell me bout Daddy," he pouted. Sophia kissed the boy on his nose before sitting down on the couch with Daryl perched on her lap.

"I'm sorry, honey. How about I tell you now?" she offered. Daryl nodded mutely, laying his little head on Sophia's shoulder and sucking on his Robin blanket. Hunter and Lillian smiled softly at each other at the sight of the mother and son.

"You see, your Daddy's a very talented musician," Sophia began. As she retold the tale of Daryl Mayer, her best friend, her fiancé and more importantly, her child's father, she knew he would forever be alive in their hearts. She knew that Dylan was currently looking down at them, smiling at his son and his fiancé. She knew that she was happy.

THE END

gah, I can't believe this story has ended :'( No worries though, because I've already started on a new story but it won't be all fluffy like IJYAMH. Oh and a message to the lovely Diyana Sofea, I'm sorry but I can't write Hunter with Sophia. She can't have her cake and eat it too, you know. I'm trying to show how strong she is that she can handle parenthood alone :D

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It's Just You and Me, Honey (Chapter 9 part 2)
Saturday, July 17, 2010

Chapter 9 part 2 by Fathiah Zarafi

Sophia's eyes snapped open at the sound of the doorbell. Groaning, she peeled the cover off of her and trudged to the door, all the while cursing inwardly at whoever decided to wake her five in the morning.

"I'm coming!" she yelled grumpily when the bell rang again. Sophia tore the door open, ready to spit fire at the uninvited guest.

"What do you wa--" her words died on her lips as her gaze landed on two uniformed cops. Instantly her body went rigid and she self-consciously patted down her bed hair.

"Are you Miss Sophia Banks?" the cop with a heavy moustache questioned her. Sophia nodded, letting her eyes wandered down his name tag. Hudson.

"I believe Mr. Dylan Mayer is your fiancé?" Again, Sophia nodded.

"What's wrong, officer? Did Dylan get himself in trouble again?" she asked suspiciously. Officer Hudson cleared his throat but his expression remained masked.

"I'm here to inform you that Mr. Mayer was involved in a recent road mishap at approximately 4.40 a.m today," he spoke in an even tone. Sophia's heart palpitated when the news reached her ears but she simply thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

"But he's okay, isn't he?" she retorted, "He's recovering in a hospital right now?"

The two officers shared a look that caused Sophia's blood to turn cold. She could feel her mouth drying but she refused to acknowledge it.

"I am so sorry Miss Banks but unfortunately Mr. Mayer succumbed to his injuries while being treated at Maine Medical Centre."

Sophia's ears were ringing. She stared blankly at the two remorseful cops, unable to comprehend their news.

"What? No," she laughed in disbelief, "Come on, our wedding's this evening."

Their expressions remain unchanged but now with a hint of sympathy in their eyes. Sophia felt wetness on her cheeks and was surprised to find tears running freely down her face. She gritted her teeth furiously.

"No! You're lying!" shouted Sophia, "he can't be--we're getting married! You're lying!"

Natasha was slumbering in the one of the suite's room when she was awakened by the commotion. Throwing on a dressing gown, she rushed out of her room to inspect. That was how she found her daughter, yelling at two policemen. Her initial thought was that they were accusing Sophia of a felony so Natasha squared her shoulders, ready to testify anything. Then she noticed the tears rushing down her pale cheeks and the sobs wrecking through her body.

"Sweetheart," Natasha spoke gently, "What's wrong?"

Sophia's head whipped towards her mother's voice, her eyes red but hard. "Mom, these two fools told me that Dylan is--that Dylan's gone. How stupid is that?!"
Natasha frowned as she turned towards the policemen. "What is she talking about?" she inquired hesitantly. Officer Hudson, now sporting an annoyed look, answered hurriedly.

"Mr. Mayer has died from his injuries in a car crash."

"No! You're lying!" Sophia yelled. Natasha felt her heart crumble. Everything in her mind flew right through the window. The only thing she could think of was, my baby, my poor baby.

Natasha shook herself out of the stupor before quickly gathering her daughter in her arms. Her hands trembled as she smoothen Sophia's hair in a comforting manner.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, honey. It's going to be okay."

It won't. But those are the only words a mother knows to say during moments like this so Natasha was content in lying, even as their whole world dissolved around them. Motherhood does not come with a handbook so all Natasha could do was hold her daughter in her arms as she clung to her like she was clinging to her sanity.

The two policemen left the mother and daughter alone and head back to their jobs, not fully aware of how much their news impacted them. The hotel suite, reserved for the wedding, was filled with the sounds of the bride's sorrow.

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Hunter Kinsley was never fond of funerals. He remembered vaguely the funeral of his grandfather he was forced to attend when he was six years old. Decked out in a suit and tie, little Hunter had to sit under the summer sun and waited for each family member to burst into tears while giving their speeches at the podium. Not to mention all the glum mood surrounding him. Hunter definitely hated funerals.

Now was no exception. Hunter tried to imagine he was some place else, perhaps in the Bahamas where the temperature wasn't three degree Celsius. But even the sweetest distraction won't divert him from the truth that he was at his best friend's funeral. Hunter was only 22 yet here he was watching his best friend's coffin. Nothing could possibly hurt this bad, he thought, even speaking of his name felt like a sucker punch to the gut.

As much as he loved his best friend, Hunter really didn't want to be sitting on a frozen bench in the middle of January. He didn't want to hear the preacher talked about life and death nor did he want to see people he cared for crying. Yet here he was, listening patiently to the speeches while his best friend's fiancé rested her head on his shoulder. Even she, the first one to receive the news, had no more tears to cry.

Hunter shifted a little, turning his head to look at Sophia. He immediately felt a pang at his heart at the sight of her blotchy nose and red eyes. She was supposed to be wearing a white wedding dress right now, instead of a black evening gown. She was supposed to be dancing her first husband and wife dance, instead of mourning over his death.

Everything's out of place and Hunter doesn't know if it will ever get back to normal. One thing's for sure though, that The Avenue was history. Without Dylan--there, right in the gut--the band was not the same anymore.

It was finally the time for the usual mournful funeral song to be sung. Everybody present stood up, except for the remaining four. Luke, Zach, Hunter and Sophia sat next to each other with arms linked together, as if to prevent them from falling apart. Truth is, they already did.

Hunter nudged Sophia a little with his shoulder. "You up for singing?" he asked gently, his voice sounding alien even to his ears.

Sophia simply shook her head and continued gazing at nowhere. They sat and listened as the congregation finished their song. Soon, the yard was left with none but those four.

"I'm pregnant," she spoke, her head never leaving the spot on Hunter's shoulder.

Hunter sighed heavily before wrapping his arms around her. He wouldn't lie and say that everything was going to be okay because it won't, so they sat in silence instead.

Luke, Zach, Hunter and Sophia held each other as they watched the coffin of their beloved friend, brother and fiancé lowered to the ground. All was lost except for memories of Dylan Mayer.

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It's Just You and Me, Honey (Chapter 9 part 1)
Thursday, July 15, 2010

Chapter 9 part 1 by Fathiah Zarafi

Dylan was treated for two cracked ribs, a sprained ankle and a few mild bruising. Sophia refused to leave his side the whole two days he was admitted in the hospital. News about the band's attackers traveled fast through the grapevine. Soon, The Avenue found themselves being hounded by news crews, journalists and papparazis watching their every move. It was suffice to say that the incident changed The Avenue's lives.

But no one was affected the most than Dylan. At nights as he lay down to sleep, he would reminisce that fateful event and feel a huge hole gnawing at his chest. Though scared to admit, Dylan now realized how much Sophia meant to him and how he would rather lose a limb than see her suffer.

Damn those immoral perverts! Damn them to hell! Dylan silently cursed the offenders for laying a finger on Sophie.

Dylan shifted a little on the bed, holding back a groan of pain, to observe the sleeping beauty next to him. He absentmindedly traced a fingertip from her red mane to the soft skins of her arms before it finally comes to a rest on her hip. A soft sigh escaped between his lips when Dylan understood what he must do now. Life was too precious to wait any longer, scratch that, Sophia was too precious to be taken advantage of.

It's going to knock her socks off though. In a good way hopefully, prayed Dylan before burying his face in the crook of Sophia's neck and letting sleep claim his conscious.

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"Hey guys, how's it rolling?" greeted Sophia in her usual chipper way as she stepped inside the set of their new music video. The boys grunted in response as they were kept preoccupied with their instruments.

Sophia was about to head to hair and make up when she realized she hasn’t heard of that certain gruff voice responding. Turning hotly on her heels, she eyed the circle of boys and her suspicion was confirmed.

"Boys, where's Dylan?" she inquired. Hunter glanced at her with curiosity, finally immobilizing his fingers to pay attention.

"Have you checked your car? Maybe you forgot to take him out of the boot after you stuffed him there" came the sarcastic reply from Hunter.

"Ha ha, very funny," Sophia rolled her eyes, "Seriously, Hunter, where is he? Dylan told me this morning he was going to the set early to finish some work."

The other two boys were now giving Sophia their full attention, their guitars and drums laid forgotten on the floor. "Now that you mention it," Zach voiced, "I haven't seen his brown tuft anywhere and I was the first one who got here."

Sophia's brows furrowed at this new information. Why would he lie to me? she pondered. Before her mind could drift any further though, said boy rushed in but stopped abruptly when he noticed four set of eyes trained on him.

"Er, good morning?"

"Where have you been?" Sophia jumped in, hands planted firmly on her hips.

Dylan lowered his gaze to his shoes and shoved his hands into his pockets, a sign of nervousness acquainted to him. "I ah, I had some stuffs to settle," he muttered sheepishly. Sophia huffed in dismay at his answer, or lack thereof.

"Why did you lie to me?"

Dylan sighed frustratedly, knowing he had no way out of this. Luke, Zach and Hunter felt the crackling tension in the air between the two of them and they shifted on their chairs unpleasantly. Luke cleared his throat and at long last, spoke up.

"I suddenly have the urge to shoot some hoops. Anybody wanna join me?"

Zach literally jumped from his seat and shouted, "I do! I love myself some football!" The three boys later proceeded to shuffle to the exit in what can be interpreted as rush. Luke's voice could be heard faintly scolding his younger brother. "It's basketball, you idiot!"

Dylan suspired heavily again before closing the distance between Sophia and him. He gently untangled her arms that were then crossed in front of her chest. Sophia continued to frown at him despite her anger dissipating at the sight of his big brown eyes.

"Sophie, I didn't purposely lied to you," Dylan pouted, "I have a very good reason for it."

Sophia merely raised an eyebrow while continuing her scowling. Dylan reached a hand inside of his pocket again and pulled out a black velvet box. A shocked gasp promptly left Sophia's mouth when he began to kneel on one knee in front of her. Her heart was hammering frantically until it nearly drowned out Dylan's voice.

"Sophia, you have been the most important person in my life, even before I knew it myself and--and crap!" Dylan stuttered. The next thing he did strayed way, way far from the typical romantic proposal you see in movies but Sophia was still reduced to tears.

"I'm not good at all this romantic word stuff," Dylan muttered almost angrily. "But, I love you and we don't need a bunch of words to make us realize that. So I'm gonna shut up soon before I make a complete fool of myself in front of my future wife. That is! If you will accept it! You will, won't you? I totally understand if you don't--"

Dylan's excessive babblings were cut off by Sophia's lips pressing against his own. They broke apart, gasping for breath and wide smiles on their faces. "I'll take that as a yes," Dylan grinned.

As Dylan slipped the one carat diamond ring onto Sophia's fourth finger, she couldn't stop the tears that rushed to her eyes. She quickly enveloped him with her famous bone-crushing hug until he was left breathless.

Dylan laughed before leaning down to capture Sophia's lips with his in a brief yet passionate kiss. It wasn't long before he hollered the boys' names and ordered them inside.

"Hurry up, guys! We have something to tell you!" Dylan ushered. The boys scurried over to the duo where Sophia showed them the ring with a Cheshire grin.

"Dude!"

"No way!"

"Holy crabfish!"

Dylan landed a quick kiss on Sophia's head while their friends were busy gawking at the now engaged couple. He noted that Sophia had never looked so happy in all the 10 years they've been friends. A shot of pride jolted over his heart at the thought that the grin on her face was the cause of him. Alas, after many exchanges of hugs and congratulatory, the band's producer strutted in and broke apart the happy circle.

"Break it up guys, it's time to work!" Kevin ordered, oblivious to the newly engaged couple. They quickly scrambled to their places and resumed shooting their new video without any commotion, just smiles adorning Sophia's and Dylan's face.


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"You're what?!"

Sophia cringed, pulling the phone away from her as her mother shouted through it.

"Yes, mom, Dylan and I are engaged now," she calmly repeated herself. When her mother shrieked loudly, a startled Sophia struggled to catch the phone that had slipped from her fingers. She managed to capture the falling item just in time and cradled it closely to her chest.

"Mom, don't shout!" she protested when her ear had stopped ringing.

"Sorry honey, but wow!" Natasha gasped in amazement, " I can't believe my little baby is going to get married!"

"I'm not a baby," she mumbled meekly, blushing faintly. While Natasha kept rambling about wedding preparations and--god forbid--the wedding night, Sophia hummed in agreement when compelled to and leaned her chin on her open palm. Even though the humiliation was evident in the redness of her cheeks, Sophia couldn't help but smile as she listened obediently to her mother.

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After months of planning, rehearsals and heart palpitations, the big day was approaching fast. Tonight was Dylan's bachelor party, courtesy of Hunter Mayer who turned a blind eye on the groom's protests and brought Luke along to their usual pub. Zach was still underage so he begged on his knees to attend Dylan's bachelor party but the boys wouldn't take him.

"Kinsley!" Dylan growled threateningly as he eyed the crowded pub, "I told you no parties!"

Hunter rolled his eyes before pushing Dylan to the bar. "Relax, Dylan. I'm not going to throw a stripper at you."

"That's what you said," he grumbled under his breath, reluctantly sitting on a bar stool next to Hunter.

"The usual, Bob!" Hunter shouted to the bartender over the deafening music. He sneaked a glance at the sulking Dylan when his heavy suspire caught his attention.

"Dude, lighten up!" said Hunter, "This is the last night of your bachelorhood! Zach cried to let us sneak him in here."

Dylan threw Hunter a frustrated glance before finally relenting to his persuasion. "Fine but it I see one bare skin of a pole dancer near me, you are not going to live to see our wedding," warned Dylan.

"Deal!" Hunter grinned. When the bartender returned with three glasses of tequila, Hunter and Luke whooped in excitement.

"Bottom's up, my man!" Luke pushed a glass towards Dylan. He took it in his hands and drowned the whole thing in a single go. As the burning liquid seeped down his throat, he gnawed on a piece of lemon to contain the sensation.

"I hate shots!" coughed Dylan when he finally regained his breathing. The other two threw their heads back in laughter before pushing more glasses to Dylan.

"The night has just begun," Hunter smirked mischievously. Dylan didn't bother masking the look of horror plastered upon his face.

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Dylan stumbled outside of the nightclub, giggling like a school girl. "Guys, hey guys, check this out."

When Hunter and Luke had given him their attention, Dylan proceeded to blow a bubble from his mouth into the night sky. The trio burst into uncontrollable drunk laughter.

"Dude, that's epic talent!" slurred Luke, "It's even better than your guitar. Maybe you should quit being a guitarist and become a bubble-blowist. You can blow bubbles all day long then come home and blow bubbles to Sophie. Your kids will have your talents and you can be the amazing bubble-blowing family!"

"Shit, Sophia," groaned Dylan when the subject of his bride entered the conversation. He risked a fleeting look at his watch and was horrified when it read 4.30 a.m.

"Guys, I have to get back," uttered Dylan hurriedly while shrugging on his coat, "Sophia would kill me if I have a hangover during our wedding!"

All boys cringed at the memory of an infuriated Sophia releasing her wrath on them when they arrived drunk for her Christmas dinner a few years ago. Long story short, the four of them saw stars in their eyes that night and vowed not to get on her bad side, ever again.

"Dude, you better hurry back. We're gonna get it too when she finds out we brought you here," urged Luke who seemed to have snapped out of his alcohol-induced haze. Suddenly a Cheshire grin formed on Dylan's face.

"On second thought, maybe I should grab a few more drinks," Dylan teased, biting back laughter at the sight of his friends' pale faces.

In mere minutes, Hunter had a cab waiting at the curb and Luke pushed Dylan into the yellow vehicle. "See you at the hotel, bud!" hollered Hunter while waving animatedly at the moving taxi. Dylan snorted but waved back nonetheless.

"Where to, sir?" asked the Indian driver.

"Hilton Garden Inn, please," answered Dylan. As the taxi drove off, he leaned back and started imagining the wedding that was only ten hours away. They will get married at Saint Peter's church, a 10 minute drive from their accommodation before the wedding reception which will be held at the hotel's own ballroom.

Dylan closed his eyes and imagined Sophia in her white dress walking down the aisle. No doubt she would take his breath away. He wouldn't be able to stop a few drops of tears that would spill from his eyes while reading his vows to her as their friends and families witness it. He couldn't wait.

CRASH!

Dylan's eyes snapped open at the loud noise. Instantly he was blinded by bright headlights from a car that seemed to be heading their way. Cursing loudly, the driver immediately swerved to avoid the car. The tires skidded against the frozen road, causing a loud screech to break the silence of the night. Dylan grabbed blindly for any support when he was thrown around in the car as it rolled on the road. The yellow cab finally came to a halt on its roof, its occupants dangling from their seats.

Dylan was surrounded by pieces of glass, broken metal and blood. His head was pounding and his vision began to swim. Just before he succumbed to the white light that diminished away all the pain, an image of Sophia flashed through his mind. Then he thought no more.

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