"Christine, she's here!" he yelled.

Christine asked, "Who's here, Mickey?"

"The lady that's gonna help us with the wedding. What's her name again?" Mickey aked.

"Monica!" Christine replied. "Let her in, it must 100 degrees out there! I'll be down in a second."

Mickey opened the door and told Monica to come in. Mickey stared at Monica. For all of 5 seconds there was an awkward silence. Monica finally broke the silence by saying, "This is a nice house you have here."

"That's a nice fig- blouse you have," Mickey replied.

Monica laughed, because she knew what he was going to say and replied, "Thank you."

Just then Christine came marching down the stairs. "Hi, Monica," she said. "I'm Christine and I see you've already met Mickey. I would introduce you to Aidan, but he's at his first day of preschool."

"Oh, so he's only a wee one?" Monica asked.

"Yeah, I had him when I was very, very young," she said. "It was surprising, because it was the first time I made out, so I promised myself I wouldn't again until I got married, and that's coming up very, very soon. Huh, Mickey?" She asked this because she noticed that Mickey was staring at Monica the whole time.

"Yes, very soon," he replied. "Sooner then we know it." He kissed Christine on the head and finally took his eyes off of Monica. Christine could tell he was sorry from the kiss that he gave her.

"So," Christine said. "I was thinking we could get married at Calvery Chappel Uniston. Tht would be next to perfect, because we grew up there, my parents grew up there, and most of all that's the only chrch in this stinking town."

Mickey smiled. Then he said, "Hey, Christine! We don't have to get married here in Uniston. We could go to California."

"I thought we had this figured out," Christine said. "We were supposed to get married here and go to California with Aidan for our honeymoon."

"Nevermind," Mickey said. "I have all the stupid ideas anyways."

"Mickey, when did I say that?" asked Christine. "I just said that I didn't want to wear a yellow wedding gown. Monica, if you ever got married, would you want to wear a yellow wedding gown?"

"First of all," Monica said. "I don't plan on getting married-ever. And second if- and that's a big if I do get married, I don't think it mattered what colors I was wearing nearly as much as what I was feeling in my heart."

"Monica?" Mickey asked. "Are you feeling all right? You're getting a little ansy right now."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine just it's been a while since I've had coffe. This may sound kind of funny, but I'm sort of grounded from it, because of a little incident I had with my friend."

Just then Monica had a flashback: She was sitting in a small cafe booth with Andrew and all of a sudden Andrew started to make fun of her by saying stuff like, "just a wee bit," while Tess wasn't looking and when Tess started to look Monica was pouring all of his coffee out on him.

"It didn't seem so silly at the time, but now that I think of it, it was kind of pointless and in a way sort of stupid, but a wee bit of coffe can do that to people," Monica laughed.

"So I'm taking it, you don't want any?" Christine asked.

"Oh sure I want some, but I just can't because of Te- actually because of An- but in a way it was my fault," Monica replied.