You and Chandler had been together for over eleven years. Today was the day you had been dreaming of ever since he proposed to you. Today was your wedding day. You smooth down your dress for about the a thousandth time, and make sure your hair looks good.
"You look amazing, Y/N. Stop fussing!" Your maid of honour giggles. You smile at her, butterflies swarming through your stomach like a zoo. "Chandler will cry when he sees you. Ten bucks says he will."
"We are not betting on if my future husband cries or not!" You laugh.
"Mrs. Y/N Riggs. How's that sound?" She asks you.
"Amazing." You breath, a smile firmly on your lips. You fiddle with the bouquet nervously when someone pops their head through the door.
"It's time!" One of your bridesmaids chirp. You smile and stand up, taking one last look in the mirror and making sure you look fine. You meet your {Insert family member here} outside of the room and they smile, tears in their eyes.
"You look so beautiful." They whisper, kissing your forehead. You blush. "Hey! The blushing bride!" They smile.you laugh as the music begins to play.
"You ready?" They ask.
"Lets do it!" You smile. You link arms with the person giving you away, and they open the doors. You see him there. At the end of a long isle, stands your dream man. Chandler. He stands there, dressed in a black suit. A white rose sticks out, matching your bouquet of light purple and white flowers. His jaw drops when he sees you, and when you meet his eyes, your heart stops. After what seems like years, you reach the end of your rose scattered isle. He reaches out for your hands and you resist the urge to kiss his, there and then. You haven't seen each other for two weeks and it's been hell.
"Y/N, you're my everything. You ha e been there for me when other people weren't, and you've helped me through my worst times. But, you've also been there for the best. That first time I met you, the first time you walked through the door back in high school... I knew right there and then I was screwed. I remember wanting to beat up your boyfriend, and then myself. For not asking you what they did. But I one up'd them, because I asked you to marry me. I love you more then words, Y/N." With that, he slides the ring on my finger. I recite my vows and then, I hear the words I've been waiting for.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Carl leans in and I wrap my arms around his neck, one firm grip still on my bouquet. My lips crash into his and when he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers one thing.
"I win."