A year and a half later: "I can't believe we're fixing to be brother and sister in like twenty minutes." Cheyenne said to Brian.
"Cheyenne, come here, I need to tell you something." Brian said, motioning her to follow him around behind the church. They walked back there. "What is it Brian?" Cheyenne promptly asked him. Without saying a word, Brian caught Cheyenne by surprise and scooped her into a kiss. This wasn't your normal everyday brother-sister kiss, either. This was deep, and full of unreleased passion flowing through the two of them. To say that Cheyenne did not enjoy the kiss is a total lie. She loved it, every second of it. Finally, they broke away. "Brian, um, what was with that?" Cheyenne asked.
"It was a kiss."
"Duh, I knew that, why did that occur?"
"It's something I have wanted to do to you ever since we first saw each other when we were like 13. I'm sorry, I just had to know what it was like before we had this wedding," Brian replied.
"Was it good?" Cheyenne asked.
"It was incredible" Before Brian could finish his sentence, Cheyenne pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. It was the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. Cheyenne parted her lips and allowed Brian to slip his tongue in and circle hers. She returned the kiss with as much, if not more, passion as Brian put into it. When the kiss ended, they were both speechless. "Oh, my gosh, I don't think we can let this happen again." Cheyenne said.
"Why?" Brian asked.
"Why? Because my father and your mom will be marrying in like fifteen minutes. That's why. We'll be like brother and sister or something." Cheyenne said. Just as Brian opened his mouth to reply, the bells to the church began to dong. That was their sign they had to get in the church rooms and take their places.
An hour later:
"You may now kiss your bride." The Pastor announced. Mr. Chase and Ms. Littrell, Now Mrs. Chase kissed. They looked almost as passionate as Brian and Cheyenne had earlier, Brian concluded. Brian was Mr. Chase's best man. And Cheyenne was his mom's Matron of Honor. "I now pronounce Mr. and Mrs. David Chase." The Pastor announced to the roar of applause.
That night:
"Brian, Cheyenne, Sierra, the house is all yours. Now, I'll tell you now, Jackie and I trust you to do the right thing. Please don't throw too big of a party. And if you feel the absolute need to throw a party, please do it in the basement." David Chase told his daughter and stepson as he and his bride entered into the limousine the kids had rented him and their mom and step-mom to take them to the airport. "No need to worry, Mr. Chase, these girls are in great hands. I won't let them get into too much trouble." Brian said with a mischievous grin.
"Oh no you don't, seems to my recollection that the last time these two threw a party, it was your idea. And someone threw a football and broke my favorite vase. Now, Cheyenne, keep these two in line, okay? We'll be back in three weeks."
"Okay daddy, we love you." Sierra said. Cheyenne nodded. Brian said "Bye." And with that, the limousine pulled out and off to the airport.
