"You should call her, Soph." said Katy.

I snapped my head up from my day dream. I had completely lost interest in the movie Katy and I were watching in the living area of our flat. Clearly, she read my mind. "She's already paid for my car repairs. I've got no reason to call her now, have I"?

"Other than the fact that she's totally fit? And that you're completely hot for her?"

"And make a complete flaming idiot out of myself?" I snapped. "I don't even know if she's gay."

I always knew I was gay. I've known since I was 14. While all of my friends were gawking over the boys at school, I was gawking over my friends. Except for Katy of course, I could never think of her like that. She was my best friend for crying out loud. Katy was the first person I told about my sexuality. It was in our first year of University when we started rooming together. I suppose I expected her to be shocked, but Katy, being the one person who knows me better than anyone else, was not surprised at all. She was only surprised that it took me so long to tell her. The next person I told was my older sister, Rosie. Which I knew would be difficult seeing as she is the most immature and self absorbed person I've ever met. But when I told her, she just smiled and said that she, "totally loved lezzy girls."

After Rosie, I had no one important left to tell. My parents got divorced and my dad ran off with his mistress and love child. My mom, of course, was left broken and Rosie and I had to pick up the pieces. As my mom sunk into a deep depression, the breast cancer she had once fought off, had returned, full force. It wasn't long before the cancer took over her body and she passed away. Rosie and I had to learn to live without parents. I became very angry at my father for what he did. I became angry with the world and with god for taking my mother away from me at a time when I needed her most. I wish I could have told her about my sexuality, she would have been able to guide me. Instead, I was left to figure it out on my own.

I've only ever been with one girl, officially that is. Olivia. I loved her, deeply. But it turns out that I was nothing more than a university experiment. After 6 months of being together, she left me for her ex-boyfriend. After that my love life consisted of drunken one-night stands and booty calls.

"And how will you know that if you don't call her, Sophie?" Katie shot back.

Sian and I had spoken briefly over the phone when I arrived at the repair garage.

*flashback*

I nervously stumbled over the numbers on my mobile. When I finally got the correct number punched in to it, I let out a long sigh as I listened to the dial tone. After two rings, someone picked up.

"Sian Powers, here." said a familiar voice.

I cleared my throat, "Hi Sian, its erm... Sophie calling."

"Sophie...?"

Fuck. I'd forgotten she didn't know my name. I was too busy staring at her gorgeous figure to give her my bloody name. "Erm... Sophie Webster. You ran into my car the other day."

"Oh! Sophie, that's your name? How rude of me, I never asked for it."

"Yeah. I mean, no! No... it was rude of me for not introducing myself." I could hear her chuckle a little. I slapped my hand against my forehead for acting like a blithering idiot. "Sorry. I'm calling because I'm actually at a garage right now."

"Oh, perfect! Okay well if you just want to get the mechanic to invoice me the costs, I'll give you my credit card number."

"Oh." I wondered if she could sense the disappointment in my voice, "Great, that works. I've got a pen, what's the card number?"

*flashback ends*

That was over a two weeks ago. I had lost hope that I would ever see or even talk to her again. Every morning when I drove to work I had secretly hoped she would run her car into me again. It was getting a bit sad, really. I couldn't help it, everything about her intrigued me. I wanted to know her, but I was too much of a coward to pick up my bloody phone and ring her.

"Look, I'm not going to call her. Just leave it, yeah? I'm going to bed. I've got work tomorrow." with that I got up and walked towards my bedroom.

"You can be pissed at me if you want, Soph. But you keep up your stubborn act and you'll likely end up alone." Katy called after me. I ignored her and continued off to my room, slamming my door behind me.

"Then I'm better off," I thought to myself.

I dressed quickly in my nightwear, which consisted of a pair of shorts and a white vest. As I crawled into bed, a sadness washed over me. The fact that I may never see Sian again sank in. If my mother were here, she would tell me, "Sophie dear, if it's meant to be, it will be." She was cliché, but there was always a legitimacy behind her sayings. Whether it's meant to be or not, I wasn't about to chase after something that was more than likely doomed to fail. I brushed away my sadness and drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next day, the drive to work was just as disappointing as the day before. I decided it was time to give up on the fact that I was going to see her again.

Thankfully, when I arrived to work on my first day, late, my boss took a look at my car and was very understanding. In fact, he referred me to his friend who owned the garage I had my repairs done at. My boss was pretty cool. I was happy to be his assistant. He was a great teacher. Watching him take photographs gave me a lot of insight on what it takes to be a successful photographer.

I parked my car outside of the building and walked inside. My boss was rushing around the office looking like he was getting ready to leave. He had his jacket on and was gathering some papers and shoving them in his brief case. As the door shut behind me, his head snapped up.

"Sophie!" He gasped, sounding quite relieved.

"What's up, Chesney?" I said to the younger, ginger haired man.

"The hospital's just rung me, my mother is ill so I've got to run."

As horrible and as selfish as it sounded, I couldn't help but get a little excited at the possibility of a day off.

"Sophie, I need you to do me a huge favor."

No such luck. "Of course, Chesney. What is it?"

"I was scheduled to photograph a wedding tonight. I'm going to need you to take my place."

Uh oh. Weddings. I did not do well with weddings. I hated the entire concept of a wedding. In these times, most marriages led to divorce. Sometimes messy ones, much like my parents'.

Clearly Chesney could tell I didn't want to do it. "I know how nerve wracking it sounds, but I've seen your portfolio, and you're really good. Just take loads of shots of the happy couple, keep it natural. You know where all the equipment and stuff is." He walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders reassuringly. Looking in my eyes, he said, "You'll do great, Sophie. I promise." He gave me a genuine smile before grabbing is brief case and walking out the door.

I was now standing alone in Chesney's office. If it had been any other occasion I would have been excited to have this solo opportunity. How was I supposed to make it look like bride and groom were going to live happily ever after, if my heart wasn't in it? Why did it have to be a bloody wedding for god sake?! Unfortunately, these types of opportunities do not come often. I would have to suck it up.

Fuck my life.