I THiNK A GUY...
becomes friends
with a girl and vice versa,
because they are both attracted
to each other when they first meet.
and if they weren't attracted to each other,
they would never have given each
other a second look 3

Tom's POV:

Okay so maybe I was being a little forward with Courtney. But she was amazing, she was everything that a guy would want. If I didn't have Rachel, I'm sure I would have loved taking her out and having her being mine. She's amazing, but I know nothing is going happen; I won't let it happen. In the back of my mind, a voice kept saying the only reason why I was being so forward was because I was slowly getting cold feet. It made sense to me. Any normal single guy who is about to go into a life altering experience would automatically run for the hills. I'm a normal single guy but I know that Rachel is the girl I want to be with for the rest of my life.

But occasionally there would be the days where I wanted nothing to do with her. Couples have fights and I understand that fully. I mean I have been with her for five years, if I really couldn't stand her, than I wouldn't be marrying her.

Unfortunately, the Monday after hanging out with Courtney, Rachel decided she was going to throw a fit. Monday night I had decided to go out with a few old friends. We had gone out to a local bar. With all the commotion, I never realized my phone had been going off for a majority of time I had been at the bar. Honestly, I didn't think it was a big deal that I had gone out in the first place, apparently I was wrong.

Once I stepped out of the bar and back out to the street, my phone started playing Rachel's specific ring tone. I groaned to myself and hoped that I didn't sound too drunk. "Hey baby," I answered slightly slurred.

"Where have you been? I've been calling for the last two hours. I came home and you weren't here. It is after one, you know?" Rachel's voice asked from the other end.

"I went out with some of the guys, sorry mother," I replied sarcastically, half from the alcohol, the other half because she was pissing me off.

I heard her huff and puff in annoyance. "I'm sorry that I was actually worried about you." The line went dead after that.

I drove home fine only to be locked out of my bedroom. She was forced me to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, I woke up with a pinched nerve in my right shoulder and had a feeling today was going to be miserable.

I walked into class ten minutes late after being stuck in traffic for twenty minutes. Courtney looked up at me as I entered and sat next to her. She smiled wide at me, but when I didn't return the gesture, she knew something was wrong.

She slipped her headphone off of her ears and watched me for a moment. "Everything okay?"

"No, she's driving me fucking insane. I'm losing it!" I said rather loudly, not realizing how loud until the professor shushed me.

Courtney giggled softly as she turned back to her keyboard. "She as in the fiancée?"

I nodded as I hooked my headphone into the jack under the keyboard. I hung them from around my neck as I did my five finger patterns to warm up. "She called me a dozen times last night yelling at me because I went out with some old friends. Last time I checked she was my fiancée, not my mother. I didn't realize I had to tell her everything I do."

"No one ever said you had to tell her everything, but it would have been nice of you to tell her that you were going out. Now see me, if I had called you twice and you didn't answer, I would say fuck you. Obviously you're busy; I would have left you a message asking you to call me back."

I watched her as she spoke. Her eyes focused on the page of music she was reading, but somehow I knew she meant it. A smile formed on my lips as she turned to look at me. "That's why you're the perfect wife: you're calm, enjoy music and sports, know how to have a good time, have a good sense of humor; any guy should be lucky to be with you."

Her eyes sparkled brighter than I had ever seen before as she replied with a simple, "Thank you."

I had almost regretted saying it, but it was the truth. She truly seemed perfect; she wasn't controlling, she was easy to get along with and any guy would be lucky to have her. There was a part of me that wanted me to be that lucky guy, but no matter how mad Rachel made me, I still owed it to her to get marry. The feelings that were going through me were because of my cold feet and that I had very little sleep. I just wasn't thinking rationally. Give me a week and I'd be back to normal.