Mr. Fuller got ready quickly and left to get us some coffee. While he was gone I hurried to get ready.

I finished pulling the dress over my head when I heard the motel door open.

"Desiree?" Mr. Fuller asked with concern. No doubt seeing the empty wheelchair by the bed.

"Yes?" I questioned walking out of the bathroom. He gasped and quickly walked over to where I stood.

"You're walking."

"Yes."

"When? How?" I shrugged and turned to head back into the bathroom. I was pulled back to him, where he hugged me and pulled away. His eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall. He let me go and I finished getting ready.

*******

The wedding ceremony took place in a church. Mr. Fuller and I sat in the back. They wore traditional black and white. The ceremony lasted about an hour. And then we were off to the reception.

Mr. Fuller kept glancing at me as he followed the other guests to the reception. I ignored him. Something was different about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

We pulled up to a building on the other end of town and followed everyone inside.

Twenty minutes later the newlyweds joined us and we began to eat

*******

It was time to dance. The newlyweds took the floor first and shared a special guest dance. I smiled as I watched them. I could see Mr. Fuller starting at me from across the table. I looked at him, but he looked away.

I watched as people danced. I wanted to join them, but I wasn't sure.

"Dance with me?" Someone whispered in my ear making me jump. I turned to see mr. Fuller standing behind me with a smile on his face and his hand outstretched for me. I accepted and took his hand.

The song turned to a slow song and I turned to wakj back to the table, but he pulled me back to him.

I turned to question him, but he held me tightly. Without skipping a beat I followed his lead and began dancing.

It was if time froze. All I could see was him. He smiled down at me. I couldn't hear the music or see anyone around us. My focus was on him.

In a spilt second I felt his lips on mine. I was shocked but kissed him back. He pulled away and rested his forehead in mine.

"I've been wanting to do that for months." He smiled.

"What took you so long?"

"I don't know." He kissed me again and led me off the dance floor. I was still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I expected to be heading back to our table but the night air told me we were outside. I felt myself being pushed against the brick wall of the building. "What are you thinking about?" He questioned standing in front of me.

"T-that, back there. What was that?" I stuttered unsure if I dreamt it all.

He chuckled and leaned forward capturing my lips with his. "I love you Desiree." He breathed looking me in the eye.

"But Alan? Mr. Fuller, you're gay!" I pushed him away.

He stepped back in front of me with a smirk in his face. "I'm bi."

"Oh."

"I've loved you for awhile."

"But Alan?"

He laughed at my face and intertwined his fingers with mine on both hands. "He's my best friend."

"But"

"But nothing. I want to be with you. I want to kiss you. I want to cuddle with you. I'm sick of sitting back and doing nothing because I'm your teacher. I can't fight these feelings anymore Desiree. I want to be yours."

I crashed my lips to his shutting him up. "I want to be yours." I smiled.

He stepped away from me and grabbed my hand. We walked back into the building.

How do you like it? Sadly its coming to an end shortly, as I'm having trouble with it (since it's been like six years in the making. Ay-ay-ay *facepalm*) Wow I need to remember to never do that again! -Iza