Before I begin – a huge thanks to LordMalachite, who has beta read this fic and kept it on track. I couldn't have done it without you.

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Author's Notes: This fic is a crossover between my two favourite cartoons – The Weekenders and All Grown Up. It is the first time I have ever written a crossover and the first time I have dealt with most of the Weekenders characters in a fanfic (apart from a brief, aborted and never published Tino/Tish fic last year).

For those of you coming at this from the Weekenders fandom, you've probably never heard of me and therefore my style of writing may be a touch confusing. I write in first-person present tense, which is a little unusual, but hopefully you'll get it in no time. I hope you enjoy the fic.

For those of you who've read my All Grown Up fics, I just really hope you find this new element intriguing.

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I look at myself in the mirror and resist the temptation to run a hand through my hair - it took ages to get it to lie flat, and I don't want to mess it up. Not today.

Today. My wedding day.

The day that I get married. The day that I commit myself to the rest of my life with him.

I, Lor McQuarrie, am getting married.

It's a slightly unsettling thought, on some levels. I kind of assumed that I'd never end up getting married. Living in sin, maybe, but not married. It just seemed so...restrictive, for someone like me who'd always prided herself on being a free spirit.

But now that I'm here, actually doing it, I can't think of a reason not to. I can't think of a reason to have ever thought it was a bad thing.

Maybe I'm growing as a person.

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I told myself that I would tell him, today, before we all went our seperate ways. Before he goes to Oakland, and I go to Los Angeles. Before we step out of each other's lives, I want to make sure that I'll always have a place in his.

I want to tell Tino Tonitini that I'm in love with him.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

I chant it like a near-silent mantra, only hoping that when I come face to face with Tino it will just slip out so easily. I've never felt so nervous about talking to anyone before. In fact - $10,000 dollar basket opportunity included - I don't think I've ever felt so nervous before in my life, period.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

I pace up and down in front of the pizza joint, the locale of our impending "good-bye Bahia Bay" party. As Tish prepares to jet her way east, Carver goes to Northwestern and Tino and I traverse California, we've decided to have one last meal together in our home town, not knowing when we'll all be back again.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

The proprietor has actually done up the place quite nicely, with this weeks theme being "goodbye valued customers". Apparently, he's worried that without us to eat his merchandise his business is going to go belly up.

"I love you."

After we've eaten, as we're walking home, having already left Tish and Carver far behind us, I finally decided the time is right. I finally decide that the years of procrastinating have to end here and now, and that I have to tell him before it really is too late.

"Hey, Tino," I say, mentally kicking myself at how cliched this is already sounding, "I kind of had something I needed to tell you."

Now, if I was him, then alarm bells would already be ringing in my head. I mean, come on - I kind of had something I needed to tell you? He must know that I'm either going to confess eternal love or a rare and deadly disease.

He turns to face me, pausing in our walk home. Despite my telegraphed admission, his features are, nevertheless, lit up in his usual, easy-going smile. "Yeah, Lor?"

And there it is. I realise, somewhere fleetingly in the back of my mind, that I will never again have such a wonderful opportunity to tell him. The moonlight, the starry evening sky, the mood of the moment - it's all perfect.

"I..."

And yet...

"I'm really gonna miss you," I trail out. Some part of my mind is probably now wailing on my courage in a furious rage.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Lor," he tells me, looking a bit confused but still smiling. He grabs my hand and gives it a quick, friendly squeeze, and then we continue walking. I trail behind him just slightly, probably a bright red colour in the face and absolutely fuming with myself.

I let the opportunity go by. I had the chance to tell Tino that I'm in love with him, that I want to try and be more than friends...and I wussed out at the last minute.

But at least I've admitted it to myself. That's something.

Alright, so it's nothing, really, but at least it's a nothing that will make me feel a little better about myself.

Another opportunity will present itself. I'll get another, somewhere down the line.

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The symbol above, by the way, is a transition between timeframes of Lor's wedding and Lor's college days. It will appear often.

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