Kaylee's POV
It's a bit of a struggle after the whole... experiance. It's more hassle than I expect it, and certainly much more than it should have been. I still feel awful about punching Sandra, It was self-defence; being woken up in the night is never good for me, especially when the person who wakes me is trying desperately to claw my eyes out. My mind wanders to how Zach is doing in the apartment, colouring the canvas that is his room. I'm kind of longing to get back, like I'm homesick. This doesn't feel like home anymore. This just feels like a sick memory of what I once knew.
That afternoon we headed out into town to do a well earned shopping trip, mainly to pick out outfits for Bronwyn's wedding in the fall. To be honest, I'm kind of reluctant to the idea of them getting married so long. I guess it's a mix of my morals, the fact that they are kind of new to each other, and a hint of jealousy. I know, that sounds selfish. But I mean, they've known each other for like... a year. It's just seems rushed, which seems wrong. It's meant to be a lifetime commitment, and I'm unsure about Jordan's stability, money- wise and mentally. But it's not my call, not my judgement. I'm not even a bridesmaid. I'm just a nameless guest, who people will smile at polietely, not genuinely talk to. Story of my life.