My eyes creaked open to the harsh sunlight that flooded into my bedroom. I groaned. So much for closed blinds I thought, glaring at the practically useless window coverings. You had one job I mentally cursed them as I glanced over to my clock that rested on my nightstand.

11:35 a.m. Jesus! It's practically the middle of the night! I continued my thoughts. I groaned again as I rolled over, away from the retched light that disturbed my peaceful slumber. I sighed and closed my eyes again, hopefully continuing my dream from where I's left it.

It was then that images of a particular blonde, blue eyed Irish boy popped into my head. Wait. What the fuck? What happened to Marty the lemur?!I questioned in my head, wondering where that furry creature I had seen on TV last night and had invaded my dreams gone.

Instead of him, I witnessed memories of him. Ugh. "Fuck this." I groaned, speaking for the first time that day as I sat up in bed, giving up on resuming my subconscious TV. I lifted off the covers and planted my feet on the hardwood floor.

That's when I realized what day it was: Friday.

Oh shit.

My date with Laddie is tonight. Shit. I thought as I lifted myself off of the warm, soft bed and towards the door that opened to the world of reality. I shrugged at the idea and waddled, yes waddled, like a penguin, across the living room and into the kitchen. Why? Because I just woke up, I haven't had coffee, and that damn Irish boy scared away my dreams of Marty the lemur eating a banana and instead filled my brain with his blue eyed face. That's why.

I walked through the archway of the kitchen to the smell of fresh coffee. "Thank you Jesus to the one who invented set time prepared coffee." I said with a smirk and a relieved sigh as I grabbed a mug from one of the cabinets and poured the pot's contents into my cup. I crossed the room towards the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of pumpkin spice creamer I had brought with me from Virginia. I returned to my steaming cup and added one sugar and a dash of creamer to the dark liquid. I then reached downwards and pulled on one of the drawers, revealing a set of silverware. I picked up a spoon, closed the drawer, and swirled it around the inside of my mug, mixing in my added ingredients.

I finally picked up my drink, lifted it to my nose, and breathed in the scent of my mornings. I sighed with content and took a small sip of my coffee. I smiled at the taste as I put the creamer back in the fridge and the spoon in the dishwasher that was under the counter tops.

I walked over to the leather chair, picked up my copy of Tom Sawyer that I had left there yesterday, set my mug down on the coffee table, and plopped down, snuggling into the seat cushion for the perfect reading position. Once I was comfortable, I opened to the page from where I had left off. That's when the images from Wednesday started playing in my head.... again.

It was like I was watching a movie on a broken DVD. Everything just kept replaying over, over, and over again, again, and again. It honestly felt like I was in a Disney movie, with all of the soppy shit that was going on inside me.

It was just a stupid kiss from a stupid BOY! It's not your first kiss for God's sake! You've been kissed before so why the fuck are you freaking out about it?! I screamed in my head, trying to stop the memories. It wasn't because he was apparently famous. I could care less about it. He can have all that. No thank you.

I decided then that it was best to not think about it. I should just let it go. I reminded myself and I sighed. I opened my book and resumed reading about Tom and all of his adventures.

Reading brought me peace. It was always an easy escape from reality, and one of my tickets to bliss. I turned the page and grabbed my mug from the coffee table, my eyes never leaving the words that were printed across the paper.

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After I had read a few chapters, my stomach rumbled. It was then that I remembered that I never had a proper breakfast. I sat up and placed my book back onto the seat cushion, grabbing my mug in the process as I walked towards the kitchen.

I set my mug down on the counter and went over to the fridge. I opened the doors and searched among the organized bundles of food for something to eat. Amy insisted that I have a fully stocked pantry, bookshelf, kitchen ware, ad of course, a fully stocked fridge. I reached for the carton of eggs and the container of sliced ham.

I walked over to the stove after I had shut the doors of the refrigerator. I placed my ingredients on the counter top and reached underneath to open a lower cabinet door and once I had selected a pan, I placed it on the stove and closed the cabinet door. I then turned on the stove and grabbed the stick of butter from the fridge, placing a smidge in the pan before returning it to its chilly enclosure.

I cracked an egg from the carton and it's contents flooded the pan. I placed the shell on the counter and took some ham and started placing ripped pieces on top of the now sizzling eggs. I loved the sound of food cooking, mainly when I was the one cooking it.

As I shifted the eggs around with a spatula that I had acquired from the utensil holder, I started thinking about the events that may occur tonight. Should I wear a dress or skinny jeans? I pondered as I added more bits of ham into the pan. I decided that it was too early for him to see me in a dress, for me being in a dress was a once in a blue moon occasion.

As my mind continued to wonder about tonight, I reached for my mug that I had placed on the counter next to the stove. The sudden sound of cracking and the feeling of liquid on my hand snapped me back to reality.

I looked over to my hand and saw I had smashed a few eggs in the carton in my blind search for my mug. Shit I cursed. I walked over to the sink and rinsed the gunk off of my hands.

It was then that I realized that I had left the spatula in the pan. SHIT! my mind screamed as I rushed back over to the stove, only to find a half-melted, plastic spatula drooping over the side of the pan.

"Seriously?!" I whined as I looked upwards towards the ceiling, as if I was asking the powers from above. I sighed and placed the deformed utensil on the other side of the counter. I whined again as I saw melted blue plastic splotches in the egg and ham mix.

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After the whole spatula fiasco, I ate my ham and eggs. I had to pick out the bits of plastic before though and sometimes a piece evaded my sight and I ended up biting down on it. I groaned and pulled the foreign object from my mouth and placed in on a napkin.

So to sum it up, my day was beginning on a less than pleasing note. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and put the pan in the sink. I'd deal with that later.

I checked the clock that sat above the sink and saw it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. "Well shit. I've got some time to kill." I thought out loud. I decided to at least change out of my pajamas. I didn't even know whether or not I was going to leave the house. I just wanted some fresh clothes on, even if I was just going to change again for my "date".

I walked into my room, leaving my empty mug of coffee in the dishwasher as well. I opened my drawers and pulled out a simple, a little baggy tank top and a pair of casual jeans. Despite it being Ireland, known for being a cold environment, it was quite warm outside, so I didn't need a hoodie or anything. The top had low scooping arm holes, which revealed the side of my bra and a bit of skin below it.

I didn't care if people saw my bra. It was the same thing as seeing me in a bikini top. Plus, I was alone in my apartment. Now, I'm not saying that I am confident about myself. Like all ladies,, I have my insecurities. For instance, I have small rolls under the side of my bra from the material's fit on me. It wasn't that noticeable though, thank God.

I sat on my bed, opening my laptop. I decided to do some extra school work, mainly because I was bored and I didn't feel like reading at the moment. I went to my documents and started to type my essay of the day.

I was majoring in psychology and as an assignment, my professor instructed us to write an essay about our emotions we were experiencing for everyday of the summer. I know it sounds crazy, but it's really not that bad.

I took a deep breath and pondered on what particular, single emotion I would discuss. I thought about how frustrated I was about my breakfast. But that's too basic I reminded myself as I continued to weigh my options.

Then it hit me: anxiousness. I was anxious about tonight's date. I don't know why, I've gone on plenty of dates before. So why is this one giving me the jitters? With this in mind, I started typing.

I spared the essential details of Laddie's and my moments together. Instead, I just wrote about how he made me feel and why I felt these feelings. My essays are always really deep and go really in depth (are those the same things? I don't know, whatever.) I guess that's why my professor liked my work so much.

I was about halfway down the page when my phone rang. I picked it up from its place on my nightstand and saw a familiar face on the screen. I slid across the screen to accept the call.

I heard Amy's voice on the other end of the line, shouting "HAY GURL!!!" I chuckled and said "Hey Amy." She informed that she was outside of my building, waiting for me to get my "butt down here because you and I are going to pick out flowers!!!" (as she said).

I groaned and rubbed my temples, saying with a less than enthusiastic tone "But we picked out flowers every day last week." She huffed on the other end of the line. "Yeah but those were for the tables! We still need to pick out arrangements for the walls, archway, and my bouquet!" she explained to me, to which I groaned again.

She laughed and with an encouraging tone, said "Common Abbs. I'm getting married in 7 months. Pwease?" I sighed and looked at my bedside alarm clock. It was about 2:40. I told her I'd be down in 5 minutes. She squealed with delight and hung up the phone.

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I walked outside into the bright sunlight to see Amy literally right outside of my building. I smiled when I saw her and she grinned back. We hadn't seen each other all week and it was nice to finally have a distraction from thinking about my date tonight.

I climbed into her white convertible (I told you that her fiancé, John, was really rich right?) and we hugged across the consul that was in between the seats. She squealed again, squeezing my hand before she finally put the car in drive and we headed down the road.

We talked about the weather the car ride (I know it sounds boring but when you're planning a wedding in a country that is known for its soggy environment, weather is a big deal). We discussed how wonderful the sun was today and Amy stated "I swear to God, I'm not picky about many things. But if it rains on my big day, I will personally travel up to the heavens and strangle the rain god with my bare hands." We both laughed at her serious tone, for she wasn't normally a serious person. This wedding had brought out her inner diva and it was hilarious.

Once we reached the floral shop and we began browsing the arrangements that were on display. "How about these?" she proposed, lifting up a cluster of pink and purple flowers. I shook my head and laughed "Maybe for a princess party, honey." She laughed with me and set the plants down. "You're right. I'm not gonna be a princess on my big day, I'm gonna be a fucking queen!" she announced with a superhero stance.

We busted out giggling in the middle of the store, receiving several strange looks from both employees and customers. We continued perusing the abundance of colors when Amy asked me "So Abby... any Irish men catch your eye yet, lassie?" with a playful tone.

A tingle went down my spine at the mention of my pet name from Him. I still didn't think it was the right time to tell her about Laddie. I mean, we had just met and we were going on our first date tonight. What if nothing happens after tonight? Why waste her time worrying about me? I thought in my head.

"Hello, earth to Abby!" she said, waving her hand in front of my face. "What's with you?" she asked, a concerned look on her face. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about how pretty these flowers would be with the tablecloths." I lied, my cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.

"Abbs, you know as well as I do that that's a sack of shit. We haven't picked out tablecloths yet." she said with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. She saw right through me. Ugh. I guess that's why she was my best friend. "Common spill it. Who's the lucky lad, eh?" she prodded.

Laddie... I thought, my mind filling with his memory. I jolted myself back to reality hopefully quick enough so that she didn't notice that I zoned out again. "I don't know what you're talking about." I lied again as I focused my attention back to the flowers.

"Oh please Abby, it's me for Criest's sake. I see you blushing. Don't try denying it." she said, looking annoyed with my denial of an answer. I sighed and turned to face her. "It's just there's this guy..." I started, still weighing on whether or not I should tell her about Him.

"And?" she said in my silence. "I haven't seen you this hesitant since Alex." she continued. My eyes widened at her and my jaw hardened. "He is nothing like that scum bag." I hissed at her with a cold tone in my voice.

It was now her turn to have her eyes widened. She put up her hands, saying "My bad. I shouldn't have brought it up." I calmed down and picked up a single yellow flower, twirling it with my fingers. "It's fine." I muttered, my gaze directed at the plant in my hand.

"So are you going to tell me who the lucky guy is?" she asked after a moment of silence between us. "He works..." I started, trying to come up with a convincing career for Him that wasn't apparently internationally famous pop star. "He works at the Starbucks on the corner." I lied, again. Lots of people work at Starbucks, right? I reassured myself in my head. And it wasn't a total lie; there was in fact a Starbucks at the end of my street on the corner.

"Oooh a coffee chap, eh?" she asked with tone that oozed with interest and curiosity. I nodded. "I bet he makes great coffee in the morning." she noted as she casually looked through the flowers that were next to her, a mischievous grin on her lips. Oh my God I thought. "Really Amy? I just told you about a guy that I just met and you're already talking about us fucking?" I defensibly replied.

"Oooh. Kitty's got claws." she laughed and playfully punched my shoulder, trying to lighten my mood. It worked. I laughed with her and once we settled down, we browsed the flowers again. I felt a bit better knowing that Amy knew I had a life outside of my apartment. Hopefully my lies about a real guy would silence her pimping me out to the grooms men.

We shopped around some more, deciding which group of flowers would work best with the lighting and what not. "How about these?" I proposed as I pulled out an arrangement from the back of the store. Amy gasped and instantly took the flowers into her hands. "Ohmigod! It's perfect Abbs!" she said with a huge grin as she gazed at the blossoms. She turned to me and said "What would I do without you?" asked with a grateful tone.

"Probably plan a wedding, but be a bridezilla." I chuckled. She laughed and shook her head "Maybe, you never know. I could snap at any second and claw your face off." she laughed as we walked to the register. "Yes, hello. We'd like 15 of these for my wedding." she told the the employee behind the desk.

I noticed that employee kept on giving me looks while he was filling out Amy's order. He kept on flashing his emerald eyes in my direction whenever he got the chance. After he filled out the slip with Amy's requests, he lifted his head up towards us. We said thank you and he stared directly towards me, saying "Have a great day."

My eyes widened and I waved goodbye before hauling ass out of that shop. Amy came after me, laughing her ass off. "Oh my God. Did you see how he kept on staring at you?" she asked, obviously knowing the answer. "It was like you were standing there with no top on! He couldn't take his eyes off of you." she continued to laugh. I, however, smiled sheepishly. Not many people stared at me like he had. But I just assumed that he was horny, for he looked young.

We got back into her car, and she was still laughing. After 5 minutes of consistent giggling, she finally calmed down. "You should ask him out." she told me as she backed out of her parking spot. "Looks like you're Ms. Man Magnet today, aren't you?" she giggled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sure. Whatever." I rolled my eyes as we drove down the paved road.

We went to a couple shops, mainly just shopping around. We went into this one store and Amy immediately ran to a rack of t-shirts. She pulled one out and threw it at me, shouting "Try that on!" I caught the article of clothing before it hit my face, giving her a WTF look. "Uh... Why?" I asked quizzically. "Because I'm the bride to be. That's why!" she replied sternly with a smile on her face.

She always used that excuse whenever she wanted something. And me being a bridesmaid, I had to follow her orders, whatever they may be. I sighed and shook my head. "Yes ma'am." I told her as I slunk to the dressing rooms in the back of the store.

I didn't even get to look the shirt until I had put it on. I laughed and walked out from the dressing room to see Amy there, waiting for me. She smiled at me, obviously pleased with her selection. "Well?" I asked as I made a mockingly sexy pose. She giggled and started slow clapping, nodding her head in approval. "Sexual." she responded, laughing.

I ended up buying the shirt because it was so awesome. We continued to shop until John called Amy, telling her that he was worried about her since he hadn't heard from her all day. They had a mushy, lovey dovey conversation that almost made me wanna puke. I was so happy for them though, they belonged together.

She told me that John needed her back at their apartment because tonight was movie night and it was her night to choose the movie, and she couldn't miss an opportunity like that.

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Once Amy had dropped me off back at my building, it was almost sundown. I walked up the three flights of stairs to my apartment. The trip usually didn't bother me. I just took it as a good source of exercise and a way for me to stay in my dress size for the wedding.

I finally reached my door and unlocked it with the key that I always kept in my back pocket. It jingled against the metal of the door knob as I turned the lock. I opened the door, walked into my living room, and closed the door behind me.

I sighed with relief, for my day had become peaceful again. I walked to my bedroom, hoping to catch a few Z's. That's when I saw the illuminated time on my alarm clock. 6:30 p.m.

SHIT!

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