*Here's Chapter Four! I've written a lot of this story before I started uploading, so anyone who wanted to read it wouldn't have to wait long to get to the next part. I hate that when I'm a reader, so I try to have sympathy. Hahaha. Once again, I do not own SON, but God I wish I did. Enjoy!*
*****************Spencer******************
"Babe? It's time for me to leave." I open one eye to look at the clock. I promised Chelsea I'd meet her for maid of honor duties this morning. I haven't woken up this early in a long time. Patrick's already ready for work, he's putting on his watch before he kisses me and walks out the bedroom door.
I stretch and start trying to wake myself up.
"Spencer!" Patrick calls from the living room.
"What?" I called, a bit more annoyance in my voice than I intended.
"Nothing, just making sure you were conscious. I'll see you tonight!"
"Bye!" I called back, before sliding out of bed.
Patrick's my boyfriend of 7 years. My mom introduced us in high school, and even though it wasn't love at first sight, we've kind of learned to have a certain fondness of each other. It's kind of like being able to live with someone who you don't exactly hate, but you can still live with. I guess like most marriages are, we just aren't married.
He's not a terrible guy, but every once in a while you just need some time to yourself. Which is why I was happy to hear he wasn't going to be able to go to Chelsea's wedding. His parents anniversary was then, and they were going to the Bahamas and invited us along. I said no, but gave him a free pass.
Which he was thrilled about, because he wasn't really fond of any of my friends. So it worked out.
I get dressed and head into town to meet Chelsea at a coffee shop she loves. This is our first morning of meeting about my maid of honor duties, so I am a bit nervous. I've never done this before, after all.
"Spencer! Over here, girl!"
I spot her in a corner booth, wearing a cute polka dot dress than shows off her beautiful skin, and shoot her a smile. I love that girl, and I'm so glad she's becoming my sister soon.
"Chels! How are you holding up?" I ask as I slide into the booth with her, "nervous yet?"
"Oh girl I got nervous the second he asked me and haven't stopped yet."
"It'll be great! Just think of Clay, if you focus on him you'll forget everything else," I offer with a smile.
"And this is exactly why I asked you specially to do this job for me, my maid of honor." She winks and pulls out a huge folder of Wedding ideas, and we get to work. Three coffees later, we've stopped planning and started laughing and talking.
"Remember when you and Clay decided you were going to go on that roller coaster at Six Flags to prove you guys weren't scared? And Clay had just eaten all those hot dogs?"
"Oh Spencer don't even remind me! I still can't get the smell off my shoes!"
We laughed even harder and people were starting to stare.
"Oh god girl, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time," she says, wiping her eyes. "When did you become so funny?"
"Oh you like it? I was thinking of taking it on tour soon, actually." I teased and ordered another coffee to go, as we started packing up.
"Okay Spence, you take this small folder home with you."
"Alright, what is it?"
"Seating arrangements, RSVP's, pretty much everyone has already given me their RSVP's, so I think it's time to figure out what chair is going to hold who's butt."
"Hahah, okay, but you don't have any preferences?"
Well actually, I wrote a couple notes in there of who should or shouldn't sit by who, and you can just figure out the rest. Thank you so much Spencer, this is really sweet, what you're doing here for me."
"Of course! You're going to be my sister soon, and honestly you already are to me so I would do anything for you."
I shot her a smile then took the folder with me as we made our way into the parking lot. We said our goodbyes, and I headed to my 1965 black mustang coupe. I usually don't get cars like this, flashy, fast. My mom always told me they were for boys, and even though my argument was, but you named me a boy's name, it didn't win over with her well.
Nothing I wanted ever did.
But I'm 24 now, I can make my own decisions. Right?
