Chapter 10: Cold Feet
I groaned as I sat up in bed, listening to the bathroom shower going down the hall. I looked at the digital clock next to my bed and mentally rolled my eyes.
I stretched and sighed as I got up and walked downstairs to see if anyone in the house was up - well, except for Roy that is.
As I walked down the stairs I noticed Dinah, sitting on the couch drinking some for of a hot beverage as she watched some reality wedding show. I was quite surprised that she was up this early, seeing that she was all into beauty sleep and aromatherapy.
"Why are you up so early?" I asked as sat down next to her. I crossed my legs and stared at the T.V. not very interested in the wedding dresses. Dinah yelped at my sudden appearance and then sighed.
"Trouble sleeping." She said simply. Although I was staring helplessly at the T.V. screen, I knew that Dinah had a worried expression plastered on her face. Maybe it was just my sixth sense speaking, but Dinah's problems weren't only about sleeping.
"Cold feet?" I asked. I heard no response. "I know I'm not the best person to talk to or even in general," I began. I looked at Dinah. "But telling me the wrong answer isn't going to help your situation." Dinah sighed and looked into my eyes. I gave her a warmer than usual smile.
"Yes, cold feet." Dinah said solemnly. She looked down at her tea - which I had barely figured out was tea - and sighed again. "I guess I just woke up this morning, suddenly imagining my wedding turning to...to..."
"A living hell?" I asked. Dinah laughed lightly.
"Yeah, basically. I just couldn't accept my feelings that something was going to go wrong and I just needed to get away from...something...but, I...I..."
"You couldn't make yourself get out of the house." I finished. Dinah smiled down at her cup.
"I don't know whats wrong with me." She said. I stared at her and she looked up at me. "What is wrong with me?" I looked down.
"Can I give you some advice?" I asked as I stared at my lap. I could feel Dinah's eyes on me and I could see from the corner of her eye that she nodded. "Why don't you postpone your wedding, gather your thoughts and feelings, and take a little break. Go anywhere. I know your not really an adventurous type, but a solo trip to a nice cabin or hotel room in the woods or somewhere like that might help you clear your mind and get away from all the stress."
"Is that what you do?" I sighed and looked back down at my lap.
"Let's just say that stress is with me all the time, and its not going anywhere." Dinah looked away and I stood up and turned off the T.V. "So, go wake Oliver up."
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now. I don't care if you flip him off the bed or scream in his ear, but go wake him up. You need to tell him." Dinah smiled.
"How many times has this happened to you exactly?" Dinah asked me suspiciously. I sighed.
"In every single relationship I've had. But then again I wasn't as lucky as you." Dinah raised her brow. "Don't ask. Now go! God, stay here much longer and I'll do it myself, which I don't think you'll want to clean up that mess.." Dinah rolled her eyes and left.
"Moving much?" Someone asked behind me. I sighed and turned around.
"Evidently not moving enough for you." I said. Roy laughed.
"So you gonna go to school in that?" He asked, pointing at my grey sweatpants and my black tank top. I grunted.
"You wish."
"Now, why would I wish that?" Roy asked as I pushed past him to head up the stairs. I stopped at the seventh stair and looked down.
"Because guys like you only have two things that you look at, well technically three but we're not going there, and I only have one of those things."
"And what would that be?" He asked me, raising his brow. I smiled as he gave me a suspicious look.
"Cleavage."