So about almost two years ago I wrote a story called "A Hop, Skip, and a Week". Well I didn't like that story, I thought it wasn't good enough. So I decided to change it a bit and rewrite it. I'm leaving the original one up if you wanted to read that ne too, but trust me this one will be a lot better.

So I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Also this chapter is in Claire's POV.

When you live in Manhattan, you know nothing good ever happens before 9:30 in the morning. If it does, it's usually bad.

Which was why I was currently arguing with my boyfriend, Nick.

"If you say nothing's going on and you don't love him anymore, then why do you still talk to him?" He was referring to my ex, Cam Fisher. We broke up about a year and a half ago and he moved to California, but we still talk on the phone everyday.

"Because he's my friend, because he's been in my life for twelve years and I'm not going to stop talking to him just because you don't like it. And I do love him, as a friend."Nick gave me a look that said "yeah he's just a 'friend'."

"Sure, he's just your friend until you start sneaking around and sleeping with him." I couldn't believe him, like I would ever do that. Little did I know…

"You know what, I'm done arguing," I didn't want it to go further and have one of us say something we'll regret later. "I'm going to go get ready to meet the girls for breakfast."

"The girls" being Massie, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen. Every morning we would meet up at Starbucks for breakfast, then if we didn't have work we would go to lunch and we'd usually go to a club after dinner.

I went into my walk in closet and put on a white silk button down and a black skirt, complete with black Manolo Blahniks.

"Now, are you going to stop looking angry and kiss me goodbye?" I asked Nick while walking out of the closet; I noticed his face soften a bit after I said this.

We walked over to my apartment door and he pecked me on the lips. "I love you."

As I was about to walk out of the door I turned to him. "I love you too." But as I said this, I couldn't help the feeling in the pit of my stomach. The kind of feeling you get when something big was about happen, something life changing; something that was going to happen soon.

But instead I choose to ignore the feeling and left to go meet up with the girls at Starbucks.