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MissCris: Ok guys so this one shot came to me from a Taylor Swift song, Speak Now. I've also always wondered what would happen if you were at the wedding of the person you love (and they love you back) and they were marrying the wrong person, and when the preist says 'Does anyone have a reason why these two should not be married' you get up but instead of saying anything you just walk out of the church, what would happen? So that thought plus Taylor Swift's song and add a boyxboy relationship and I came up with this, so ENJOY!

 ~Don't Say Yes~

How much do you have to love someone to be in a situation that causes you so much pain and agony and be there with a smile on you face? A lot.

I would know. Being at Owen's wedding is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I love him, plain and simple and seeing him marrying a women, when I know he loves me too, is painful. But he's going through with this so he must have a reason, a reason to break my heart, and leave me dead while still alive.

"Andy, stop fidgeting!" Rick snaps at me as we sit in the front row of the church for the bride, "You're drawing attention to yourself."

Looking around the church the noise finally penetrates my depressed haze, it's deafening, I notice that no one is paying any attention to me. I turn to Rick to ask him who the Hell's attention I'm supposed to have attracted and see him gesture towards the altar. I follow his movement and end up looking directly at Owen, who's staring intently at me.

I blush a little and settle my feet, which are fluttering more than a hummingbirds wings, flat on the floor. I had been thinking of leaving but now, I guess I can't.

Owen is still looking at me and I can't seem to tear my eyes away.

"You need to stop staring at him like a lost puppy, he's getting married." Rick whispers to me, snapping me out of my trance.

"I can't do this, Rick. I can't sit here and watch him get married to someone else."

"Then say something! I've been telling you to speak up for days now."

"Yeah, and then what?" I snap a little too loud, the people behind us gettting quiet, "He'll just tell me he has to and brush me off." I whisper.

"But if you don't you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Come on Andy, speak now."

He has a point, but I can't ruin Owen's life by asking him not to get married. I shake my head and turn away from Rick planning on really just getting up and leaving right now.

I finally find the courage to get up when the music comes on to indicate the bride is coming. I fidget again as I plan to leave before this actaully starts but Rick grabs my arm.

"He's your friend, he's been your friend for years, you can't just up and leave."

Frowning I risk a glance at the altar and see Owen still looking at me as if waiting for me to do something. I sigh and look at Rick, "Fine." I grumble settling back into the bench.

The Wedding March begins to play and every head turns to the back of the church, waiting for the bride. A second later the wide double doors open and Sophie walks through. She looks beautiful, radient, her dress clings onto her in all the right places and her hair is in an intrecate arrangement on top of her head. But what mesmorizes people the most is her smile, it's so pure and innocent.

Sophie is one of the nicest people I've ever met so I can't hate her for marrying Owen, as much as I would like to I can't.

I smile softly as she reaches the front of the church and takes Owen's offered hand. I have to admit, even grudgingly, they make a beautiful couple. The ceremony begins, it's a beautiful affair, but I can't stop the bittersweet taste from washing over me at the knowledge that after this Owen is completely forbidden to me.

I feel tears well up in my eyes and I close them to try and keep the tears at bay. The preist continues with the ceromony and I know what's coming next, those key words that ask if anyone knows why these two should not be married. I wish I had the courage to stand up and yell to the whole church that they couldn't get married because I love the groom and he loves me!

My eyes open as the preist says those precious words, "Does anyone have a reason why these two should not be married? Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Before I realize what's happening I stand up. There is a collective gasp from the congregation, all eyes on me now. I hear Rick, beside me, mutter "Oh, boy." I don't listen to him or anyone else for that matter, my eyes are on Owen. He's looking at me questioninglywith a small smile on his face.

I don't pause to think or even register the look of shocked horror on the other guest's faces. I walk to the aisle and continue until I reach the wooden double doors that exit the church. I don't look back, I don't think I can.

As the bitter october air hits my face I let the tears I have been holding in for most of the day finally spill over. The droplets are cold on my face at once both refreshing and painful.

I can't stay here on the steps, someone might come and find me here. I have to go to a place where nobody will look for me. I look at my surrounding and I see the perfect place to go.

My strides are purposeful as I reach my destination. The headstones, all in different shades of gray, seem to eminate a serenity in their drearyness that I need right now.

Navigating my way through them, I notice that most of these people died long before I was born. What was life like back then, I wonder. Would it even be right to be feeling the way I do for Owen, not that it's seen as completely right now.

I sigh heavily as I continue through the little cemetary. Lightly running my hands over the headstones, I wonder if the ceromony is over and if so is Owen gone? Has the time really come when I have to say goodbye to my one true love?

Not paying attention to where I'm going I almost run into the biggest headstone in the cemetary. It seems to be at the edge with nothing behind it but wooded area. I semi turn to go back the way I came when a light from between the bushes behind the headstone catches my eye.

Steping forward, I push aside the branches and leaves and gasp as a meadow comes into view. It's beautiful, there are daisy's everywhere glowing in their pearly whiteness.

I've lived in this town my whole life, been to this church countless times, and never have I known about this magical place.

The sea of flowers is truly magical and I hold my breath as I tread carefully through them to stand in the center. Kneeling down I gently pull a daisy from the ground and bring it up to my face. The sweet aroma of nature mixed with the nector is bittersweet.

Looking at the petals I remember the old rhyme girls in elementary school would sing and I find myself reaching for a petal. I know that Owen loves me, so the real question is, did he say yes?

"He said yes." a petal falls to the ground, floating listlessly.

"He didn't say yes." another petal gone.

"He said yes." and yet another.

"He didn't say yes." as more and more petals fall, my chant becomes a plea.

"How can he say yes?" one more petal gone.

"Don't say yes." my voice cracks as the last petal slips from my fingers and is picked up by the wind. I see it float in the air before being taken away.

"I didn't say yes." a voice says from behind me and I whirl around to see Owen standing at the edge of the meadow.

He walks towards me and kneels down infront of me, "I didn't say yes, I'm so glad you were there when they said speak now."

I take in a breath as he lowers his head and his lips touch mine.

"I love you." he whispers.

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