After sixteen years, I was seeing my closest friends for the first time as adults.

And I realized they were both trying to seduce me.

Are they serious? Ughhhhh.

I couldn't take any more of Oscar's braggart-y attitude by the end of the show, so I left.

I went home, to have some time alone with an intelligent being that wouldn't try to kiss me. My pig.

"Hey, Chuy." I said, petting the pig's head. He was my best friend, to be honest. I didn't fit in so well at reform school... I think I don't need to say much more. Some of the girls had never heard of such a thing as an independent woman.

I was impressed that Marco wouldn't kill the bull. Maybe I had rubbed off on him so many years before. Or maybe he just didn't want to do such a thing in front of me.

I couldn't imagine him actually killing the bull, though. I know we hadn't seen each other in 16 years, maybe our personalities had changed, but I sill couldn't see it.

Oscar was apparently a chick magnet, a huge hotshot general. My dad had always loved Oscar. He sent me letters about how amazing he was while I was at school. I preferred reading (romance) novels over the letters.

My father was hosting a big party in my name in an hour-and inviting more people than I could count. I probably didn't even know half of them.

I talked to my pig for a while, and went downstairs, where I promptly ran into my "favorite" pompous a**. (Pardon my French)

"So, Star, how have you been?" Oscar asked. For the third time.

"Good." I said. "You?"

"I've been great. Did I mention I got this medal for rescuing puppies? Because I did. Yeah. And this one is for...um...I dunno, but it's gotta be pretty cool 'cuz there's a trophy on it. And this one is...blahblahblahblahblah..." He droned on. It took everything I had not to roll my eyes and walk away. I looked around the room.

Where was Marco?

"Hey, where's Marco?" I said, cutting Oscar off. He shrugged.

"Your dad didn't invite him."

Oh, come ON.

"I have a really important question to ask you." Oscar asked.

Please no...nononono...

Yep. He pulled out a big shiny diamond ring.

"Will you marry me?" He asked.

My father had come up behind me. "Uhhhhhhhh..." I said. I mean, come on, I'd literally seen him for the first time in around 20 years three hours ago.

"You know, he's a great fighter. We would have a much better chance of surviving attacks if Oscar was here all the time..." My father said.

Oh my God. He was trying to set me up! My DAD was setting me up with one of my old best friends!

"I need some time." I said, and went upstairs to talk to my pig again. I heard music coming from the balcony.

Not more...I rolled my eyes. You have got to be kidding me...it's the mariachi from the bull fight. Speaking of bull...

Th

e men are singing love songs one by one, in hopes of impressing me. Ummmmmm...no. I accidentally knocked something off of the balcony, conveniently hitting the guy playing. Not hard, just enough to let him know to stop.

Oh God no. It got even worse-the next guy is singing about how attractive he is. Another "accident" let him know to stop.

I don't even listen to the last guy. I don't even let him start.

But there's a fourth. This one is...familiar. I wish I had better far-sight vision. He strummed his guitar and when he started singing I knew exactly who it was.

Oh my God.

It was...