sigh. i miss this :(
i am still here i bet you hate me ok
i’m on holiday but some stuff went down before and i couldn’t even get on to tell you i’m sorry
I’m here and its ok.
When Quinn arrived at the altar, she smiled over at her father then let go of his hand and looked up at Sam. The ceremony began, and soon it was time to share vows. Sam went first, and boy, was Quinn touched. Everything he said made her cry even more, and for that reason she was glad she was wearing a veil. She didn’t want Sam to see her make a huge mess of herself. By the end of his vows, she was crying so hard that she was speechless. However, she took a moment to compose herself because she didn’t want to keep Sam waiting. “Boy, it’s gonna be hard to follow that.” She stated, chuckling lightly. Looking up at Sam, she reached under her veil and wiped her cheeks.
“I don’t have any vows prepared, and I know… You put so much effort into yours that I feel absolutely awful for not having any prepared.” She looked down, and sighed. “But I could always speak from the heart, because that’s the only thing I can do at this moment.” Taking Sam’s hands in hers, she looked up at him and smiled lovingly. “If you would’ve told me all that time ago that I would one day be standing at the altar, marrying my high school Biology teacher, I would have laughed in your face. I hated you at first. I hated your guts, your lessons, and you were just plain annoying.” Quinn let out a laugh, then smiled widely. “But then I got to know you a little bit better, and I realized that, although there was an obvious age difference between us, you were the one. You get a certain feeling when you meet your soulmate. It’s like…” She paused, needing to gather her thoughts. “It’s like Christmas morning as a kid. You’re so excited to get downstairs, and open your presents. It’s like the fourth of July, when you’re watching the fireworks and you feel butterflies in your stomach. It’s like Sunday morning when you know you can sleep in because you have nothing to do that day. Meeting your soulmate is like sunshine. It makes you feel warm and happy and nothing else ever compares to that one special someone. And Sam Evans, you’re that special someone.” She moved closer to Sam, but the priest pushed her back a little bit, because they were too close. Quinn laughed, as well as everyone watching. “That time we spent apart was great. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and honestly? My heart couldn’t grow any fonder at this point. You’re my everything, Sam. You’re the light of my life, you’re my reason to get up in the morning. You’re my past, you’re my present and you’re my future. I’m so scared to spend the rest of my life with you, because I’m scared that one day, I’ll love you so much that it won’t be possible to love you anymore.” She smiled, tears in her eyes again. “I love you, and I can’t wait to be your wife. I can’t wait for our life together. I love you, Sam Evans.”
Sam could tell she was crying, and squeezed her hands gently to show he was there. Like he vowed, he would be her rock and support her when she was having a weak moment, even if it was just touched crying after he declared his love for her. Looking at Quinn, he watched her as she composed herself and eagerly awaited her vows. When she revealed she hadn’t prepared anything, he did not let his smile falter. He knew Quinn’s heart, knew that whatever she had to say would be perfect, whether improved or not, and the moment she started speaking his smile could only grow wider, as well as his love grow larger. Sam, as well as the congregation, shared in the laughter as Quinn explained her disdain for him when she was a teenager. He blushed, remembering that mutual dislike the moment they met on the internet. It was the day he met his soulmate, after all. And Quinn made a huge point of explaining that point, his heart warming as she described the feeling of meeting one’s forever and how she felt it for him, the handsome biology teacher who annoyed the hell out of her. Seeing her gravitate closer to him, Sam shuffled forward more eagerly, only to feel the priest nudge their shoulders until they stepped back, the man blushing and looking wryly at the congregation as they laughed lightly. How silly of the priest, seeing as the two were not good at keeping their hands off one another. Looking back at Quinn, he grinned as she closed her vows, daring to reach beneath the veil and wipe away a few tears falling down her cheeks. Grinning, Sam whispered, “I love you more,” through tears of his own. Swallowing, Sam heard the priest’s voice. It wasn’t long before the rings were pulled out and they were copying word for word the priest, dedicating themselves to each other. The moment he slipped the wedding ring on her finger, and she on his, Sam couldn’t believe it was happening. He was marrying Quinn, and with the rings and I do’s well out of the way, he waited eagerly for the words he’d been dying to hear since they got back together.
“I know pronounce you husband and wife… You may kiss the bride.” With a nod and grin to the priest, Sam lifted Quinn’s veil, seeing her tear filled and over joyed, but most of all gorgeous, face and just smiled back before he slowly dipped down and their lips met in a long and passionate kiss. The claps and cheers of the congregation filled the room as he wrapped his arms around his petite wife, lifting her slightly as their lips and tongues worked in heated passion on that first kiss as Mr. and Mrs. Evans. Setting her down and finally pulling apart, he grinned at her before they turned to face their families and friends, arm in and arm and utterly in love. “I love you so much,” he whispered.
Much to Quinn’s surprise, the rest of the day passed rather quickly. It hadn’t taken long to get ready, and the drive to the ranch where the wedding was taken place was rapid. However, when Quinn arrived, that was when things started to get serious. The wedding was starting in less than twenty minutes, and everyone had to get seated. The number of people attending wasn’t very large, but this was far from the small, private wedding Quinn had hoped for. She wasn’t one to complain—she just wanted to marry Sam. And that she would, once everyone was in place.
After half an hour or so, it was finally time for the wedding to start. The bridesmaids would walk first, along with the groomsmen, then last but especially not least, Quinn. The music began, and the bridesmaids were making their way down the aisle. Now, in the little room behind the big doors that led to the aisle, was just Quinn and her father, Russell. He was a very nice man, especially to his little girl. He was currently giving her a long speech about marriage, and children, etc etc. However, Quinn wasn’t listening. She was just panicking about the fact that she had no vows. She would have to stand up in front of all those people and think of something to say to Sam. Quinn had completely forgotten that she had to write vows, and she had been to smashed last night to actually do it. As the music started, Quinn was terrified but she knew she had to make her way down the aisle and marry Sam, vows or no vows.
Waiting at the altar, Sam just smiled and nodded as people filled in to take their seats, a few actually going to give him a few words of encouragement and congratulations before the priest arrived and occupied Sam with talk. He didn’t have a father to pester him or anything, so he had to listen to the priest. Really, though, he was zoning him out. In a matter of minutes Quinn would be walking down that aisle to him, and they would be married by the time the day was over. He was far too eager for this moment, that he almost missed little Livy running up the aisle to him, arms open for her father to catch her and lift her up. Smiling, he did just that, holding her up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You look beautiful, baby girl.. Aren’t you supposed to be outside with Quinn? You’re the flower girl,” he said, smiling at her. The little girl nodded and smiled before kissing her father. “I love you, daddy,” she said, hugging him. “I just wanted to tell you.” He smiled at her, kissing her little nose, “Are you excited for Quinn to become an Evans?” The little girl nodded enthusiastically, quickly getting on a cute little ramble about how she would have someone to do her hair and play barbies with her when she was with her dad. Sam just laughed until being informed the flower girl was needed outside. Letting her go, he smiled and waved to her before she disappeared behind the doors, waiting on everything to start.
Soon the music was starting and the procession began, Sam smiling and giving Livy another kiss after she walked down the aisle throwing petals around, excusing her to go take a seat with his mother in the front row. His eyes stayed on the aisle until the music queued for Quinn. Swallowing, he waited with baited breath as the door opened, and soon the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life was in view. It appeared as though time stopped for the handsome blonde, eyes locked on the beauty walking on her father’s arm. He’d never seen Quinn look more radiant, more elegant. He was pretty sure he stopped breathing the second he saw her smile through the veil. She was perfection, made into a woman whom he loved with all his heart. A woman that would be his. He grinned the widest smile he’d ever mustered as she approached him, taking her hand and shaking her father’s before facing her completely. “You look beautiful,” he whispered before they turned to the priest and the ceremony began. He kept glancing at Quinn as the priest spoke, just smiling at his wife-to-be. Soon, though, Sam was to say his vows. Turning to face Quinn, he bit his lip. “Quinn Fabray.. For the past six years of my life, I’ve loved you. You’re all I could ever think about, all I’d ever wanted. And for several years, all I wanted was desperately to forget about you. But I couldn’t.. You just can’t ignore or dispense true love. And for the past six years of our lives, I’ve been madly in love with you. From today until the day I die, I only want you. I plan to never lose you again, and today I’m going to start a forever with you.” He smiled, “And so, with all the love in my heart, I vow to be loyal and true. To stand by your side forever, to never stray. I vow to protect you, to look out for you, to be your rock, your support. I vow to be your biggest fan… I already am.” He chuckled breathlessly, squeezing her hands in his. “I vow to love you every second of every moment from now until the end of time, to never let you live a day without feeling loved and cherished. I vow myself to you, because I’m no one without you.. You complete me, fill up all the missing spaces in my life. You’re the other half to me, and I don’t ever want to go a moment without you and your love.” He smiled, eyes full of love and emotion, staring into the loving eyes of the woman he knew he would spend his life with. “I love you, Quinn.”
my fault :( i moved and then i had internet troubles and then i couldn’t think of vows. i’ll be back tomorrow though. i hope my quinn didn’t leave. :( i love this rp.
bleh having trouble with le vows. other than that, this para is coming out tomorrow. i swear…
omg she lives!! it’s ok though i mean i wasn’t in a very rp-ey mood this week i had school and i had to get in the hang of things SO IT’S ALL GOOD BABES <3
lol. i’m soooooooo sorry! i would’ve tried to get net sooner but like i suck. :( but i am here! and yay <3 school sounds exciting. :3 i’ll try to reply in a bit. :)
ooc; sorry I poofed. :( net was down.
I’ll respond a bit later to the para.
The next morning, Quinn woke up feeling horrible. Her head was pounding and she felt queasy, which was odd because she didn’t remember drinking that much. But then again, she couldn’t remember how she got home. She knew she was home for sure by the pictures on her nightstand. Quinn sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She felt like crap and didn’t want to move. But then she remember today was the big day and she sprung out of bed. Smiling, Quinn rushed to the bathroom to take a shower, then called over her bridal party to help her get ready. It would be a long day.
Sam lay on the floor of his bedroom in his mother’s home, face flat against the carpet. He was snoring loudly, dead asleep. Stevie and Stacy stood there just laughing at him, but didn’t try to wake him up. It was his mother and a bucket of ice cold water that got the blonde up, making the next few hours a fast blur filled with his mother shouting and the boy trying to clean up and get ready for the wedding. It was finally the biggest day of his life and he couldn’t look hung over. Luckily, he wasn’t that badly hung over, but the slightly blood shot look in his eyes was enough to get his mother on his ass about everything. Taking an extra long shower and cleaning up, the man took his time getting into his tux, combing his hair to perfection and making sure he looked perfect. Standing before the mirror in his bedroom, he adjusted his tie just as his mother walked in, immediately gushing about her son getting married. After a long mother-son moment mostly spent with his mother crying loudly, Sam finally got away. With the whole Evans clan ready, they got into a car and drove towards the ranch where Mrs. Evans insisted on the wedding taking place, Sam’s groomsmen following behind. When they arrived, they were quick to get everything ready, and Sam waited alone in a bedroom, just waiting to be told when the ceremony was going to start and he would need to be standing at the altar.