Smash Into You
Blackout
"Hey honey, how long you gonna be?"
"Not too long, I'm driving there now ok?"
"Good. See you soon"
Sometimes I really hated date night. It's how my fiancé, Mike, wanted to keep our relationship fresh and exciting. I, personally, didn't think that was possible. Not that that was a bad thing. It meant that we were simply comfortable - and some people seriously underestimate comfort. Mike is one of those people. So, here I am on my way to a swanky over-priced restaurant to enjoy what is most likely obnoxious live music, just to indulge my fiancé.
It's times like these where I do have to wonder if he does know me as well as he thinks he does. I mean, I hate having ridiculous amounts of money spent on me. Perhaps it's a result of my simple upbringing. It's all well and good for Mike – he's recently taken over his parents' chain of 'Newton Outfitters' shops. Me? I'm a journalist for a local newspaper making ends meet. Just because he has the money doesn't mean he should flaunt it. He should know by now that I don't appreciate it.
Honestly, I don't know why I bother ranting about it to myself. If it doesn't do any good to ranting to him about it then what good is it to rant to myself? Nope, I should just keep my mouth shut tight and let him treat me the way he seems to find fitting and appropriate.
So now I'm speeding down the highway trying to get to meet my fiancé on time. I would have been there in plenty of time had my annoying pixie of a friend Alice not insisted I change my entire outfit. Even though she is bossy and annoying, I love her to pieces.
Luckily, the roads seemed to be fairly clear which helped calm me about the somewhat ridiculous speed I had to go to make it to Mike on time. But of course, me being 'Danger Magnet Swan', just as I thought this a silver car came barrelling towards mine head on.
All I could register before I blacked out was the beautiful face contorted in horror in recognition of our fate.