**WARNING! This has my FanFiction character in it, if you've already met her (which I doubt). If u hate her, thats fine. If u love her, your Jesus.**

Hand trembling, I sat on the bench volgende to Ryoga, both with the same piece of paper in our hands. A horrifically beautiful and frilly invitation of the wedding of Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo. With tears swelling in my eyes, I faked a smile and turned to him and asked,
"Are u going, Ryoga?" with a similar grin on his face, he silently swung his large backpack over his shoulder.
"No," he replied. "I have to return to Akari. She waiting for...