It was a Friday night and to say that Missy had had a dreadful week, was putting it lightly.

She had missed the bus to work on Monday.

Been caught in a torrential rain shower on way home on Wednesday.

Told that she had to work…on a Saturday!

And to top it all off, she been yelled at twice, by her boss, for making a couple of tiny mistakes. Usually she would have spotted these and rectified them straight away, but her mind was definitely on other things at the moment.

David had barely spent a moment at home this week. And this was, indeed, playing on Missy's mind.

If he wasn't spending his night's with her, then who was he spending it with? And as much as she tried to push horrible thoughts such as these, from her mind, the more they began to creep back in.

But David had promised her tonight would be different…

He said that they could go out for the night, her choice.

And Missy had spent the entire Saturday afternoon at work, deciding between a trip to the movies or a meal at a nice restaurant.

As she climbed the stairs towards her apartment and fished in her purse for her keys, so couldn't even attempt to mask the excitement she felt right now.

An entire evening…just her and David together. That's all she wanted.

Pushing her keys into the lock, she gave the door a gentle shove, only to be met with the sound of raucous yells.

She gave a frown, stepping into her tiny apartment, and peering around the corner.

There, in the living room, was David, surrounded by four of his buddies, their eyes all glued to the football on the TV.

Potato chips and bottles of beer littered the floor and none of the men even bothered to looked up at her as she entered the room.

"David?" asked Missy gazing around, her face falling.

Her boyfriend glanced up at her, eventually, placing his arm on the back of the sofa.

His tie hung loosely around his tanned neck, his shirt open at the collar.

"Hey honey," he said with a charming smile. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited the guys around to watch the game."

One of his friends (all of which Missy had never even been introduced to) gave a sudden yell, causing David to turn back around, towards the TV.

Missy took a step closer to him, a little tentatively.

"But I thought you said that we could go out tonight?" she said in a dejected voice. "Do something fun?"

Missy saw one of David's friend's glance over at him and raise his eyebrows.

David looked back at her suddenly, giving a frown.

"Sweetheart…" he said in a firm tone, shaking his head. "Please don't do this now…."

At his words, Missy instantly blushed.

She hadn't done anything wrong had she? But right now, his stare made her feel so so ashamed of herself for embarrassing him like that.

What kind of girl was she that didn't even allow her boyfriend to have fun with his friends?

They all probably thought she was super clingy and awful…

It was probably no wonder he spent so little time at home.

"I'm…sorry…" she said quietly to him. But David had already turned away.

Missy gave a gulp, quickly marching into the hallway under the pretence of hanging up her handbag.

But really she just wanted a moment to breathe.

Her week had been so terrible, all she had wanted was one night of fun to cheer herself up.

But now her evening was probably going to be spent in her bedroom reading, or watching Netflix alone on her ipad. The same thing she did every night…

But just as she was about to turn, to head into said bedroom, there came a sudden gentle knock on the door.

The guys had probably ordered pizza. David rarely ever carried cash too, so she would need to take care of it as usual.

Missy fished inside her bag for her purse and quickly hauled open the door, only to be met with a smiling-

"Wade?" said Missy in a hushed tone.

Her best friend was stood there arms folded over his broad chest, grinning widely.

He, as always, looked slightly thrown together, but his rugged and handsome face always made up for it.

Suddenly, before he could speak, a loud cheer came from David and his friends, inside.

Wade instantly raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, David having a party?" asked the merc, attempting to peer over her shoulder into the apartment.

Missy glanced down at the floor, leaning up against the doorframe and folding her arms over herself, mirroring Wade.

"He's just got some friends over to watch the game," she uttered in a quiet voice, as another yell was heard behind her. "You should get out of here, Wade. You know he's not your number one fan anyway and him and his friends….well, they've been drinking….so…"

Wade's eyes travelled over Missy's face. He gave a small frown.

"Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here?" he said in light tone. "Take a walk?"

Missy glanced up into his stubbly face.

"I probably shouldn't…" she uttered, chewing her lip.

But Wade gave her an encouraging smile.

"Just a walk…a couple of blocks….it's a great evening and it would be suuuch a shame to spend it cooped up in your bedroom on a Saturday night…listening to…" he said, pausing as David and his buddies gave another ear-splitting cheer.. "…well , that…"

Missy pursed her lips for a long moment, staring up into Wade's face.

She so desperately wanted to go with him…

He was right. How much fun would she have on her own, cooped up alone?

Suddenly she turned, heading back over towards the living room and poking her head around the door.

"David…I'm just heading out for a while…" she said cautiously.

But her boyfriend didn't even bother to turn around.

"Great…" he murmured only half listening to her. "Can you bring back some more chips?"

Missy let out a quick nod. "Mmhmm," she uttered, turning on her heel, grasping up her purse once again and heading towards the door.

Her heart leapt in her chest as she pulled the door shut with a snap behind her.

At her side she saw Wade pull at his lip, staring over at her.

"What?" she asked, shooting him a look.

But the merc merely gave an easy shrug.

"Nothing…" he uttered, his grin widening, as the pair walked down the long flight of stairs, heading out onto the street.

"So….how was your week?" asked Wade as they stepped out into the cool evening air.

Missy glanced instantly up at him.

He was the only person she had in her life who ever asked her this… apart from her Mom…

"Honestly?" she said, looking despondent. "…Really shit…"

She gave a gulp as Wade looked on.

"It's just been one thing after the other, y'know? I just feel drained and just-"

Unhappy….

Just tell him you feel unhappy.

"…tired…" she continued quietly. "I just….tonight was supposed to be…well, it was supposed to be a mini date-night. But I just messed everything up anyway…"

She looked down at her nude high heels as they click-clacked along the sidewalk.

"…sorry, I'm just venting…. I don't mean to bore you…." she said shortly.

But Wade gave a frown.

"You're my fucking BFF, and I barely get to see you as it is," he said shaking his head. "Vent away. But be warned, your bad week can no way top the fucking ball-ache of a day I've just got through."

Missy grinned, looking over at him.

"Oh yeah?" she asked interestedly.

"Fuck yeah," said the merc, running a hand over his chin. "Well I get a job through to fuck up this guy, but when I get there he's a fucking six foot five drag-queen who proceeds to beat me around the head with his four inch-stiletto!"

Missy gave a laugh as Wade gazed back at her.

"Ok, that definitely sounds worse than my week … I mean all I did was make a couple of typos on a spreadsheet," she said giving him a gentle nudge with her shoulder.

She smiled and glanced up, before pausing suddenly. Coming to a halt.

"Wade, where are we going?" she asked, gazing around.

They had gone further that the couple of blocks he had suggested.

"Well…there's a funfair down on the boardwalk…" he said in a playful tone. "Thought we could go and ride the rollercoaster until we puke, then stuff our mouths with overpriced hot dogs, before repeating the process all over again..."

Missy tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth.

David would be so mad if he found out she'd been out with Wade….but perhaps he didn't have to find out…

"Ok…" she said with a smile, gazing up into the merc's grinning face. "But the hotdogs are on you."

Wade gave her a sudden look.

And then….without any warning, the merc reached down and grabbed her hand in his. Intertwining his fingers instantly with hers.

Missy felt her breath catch in her throat…

She glanced his way, blushing slightly.

"Deal…" uttered Wade with a dangerous smirk, tugging her into him.

The pair of them walking hand-in-hand down towards the boardwalk, smiled now plastered on both of their faces….


So last night I was sitting on my phone, when who should like one of my Instagram photos. Only RYAN FUCKING REYNOLDS!

Life made!

*screams internally* *and externally*

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