So I'm walking down the road, in a day dream imaging my perfect day, my wedding day, when I realised I had gone past the house so I had to go back.
When I finally got to the right house and got in I fed the cat, Johnny wasn't home yet, thank god. I had been so busy looking at wedding dresses I hadn't even thought about something for dinner tonight. Well he was easy to please anyway; we could just order Chinese or pizza.
It was four weeks till out wedding, things were serious, we had moved in together down the road from his mates and we were settling, I couldnt wait.
I waited an hour or two and when Johnny hadn't came home I phoned the Darrys, No answer, I phoned Steve, who he would be out with, and he was at home and said Johnny left and said he was coming home. I started thinking, where the hell was he and what was he doing?
That night I went to bed late, around twelve even though I knew full well I had work in the morning, an early start as well.
When I got up in the morning, I realised, Johnny hadn't come home that night I kept waiting for THE phone call, you know the one where they tell you they found him dead some where, I kept worrying, every time the phone rang I hesitated before answering, but I went to work anyway.
When I came home from work he wasn't there still, I waited again and he came home an hour late
"Hey" he said as he came through the door
"Where have you been?" I questioned him
"I got held up and I pulled an all nighter" some how I didn't believe him, I don't know why but I didn't.
"Ooh" I said like I did. I hugged him and noticed he smelt like perfume and it wasn't mine, I came to the conclusion it must just have been me.
It went on for a week before I said something
"Babes you know we're going to be married soon so perhaps we should think about booking the honeymoon or something?" I said sweetly
"yeah." he grunted with out a care,
"Your right it's not that soon, you book it when ever you want it!" I exclaimed "No rush." none at all.