“Thank God your doing work.”

“What?”

“Oh no did I interrupt you and now we’ll just talk because you were productive while I was gone and now all those thoughts you’ve been ignoring will come out?”

“Chels your ridiculous and now before you fully kill my concentration please shut up and let me do this.”

“Gladly.” Now Chelsea and I joined the rest of their generation with putting on music and hitting the books. Although Chelsea’s comment was not too far off. All I can think about is two years ago when I should be focusing on this british literature. It makes no sense I have been so over that, had the melt down and dealt with it and now have gotten my life together. Maybe it’s my life has continued without any communication with him that makes me wonder how this could all be.

No that makes no sense. We didn’t work out because we brought the worse out of each other and lied to each other. Everything about that was not right. Chelsea meet me after that whole debacle. We meet over a year after it was all over so she sees me as the one who dealt with it and moved on. No wonder why I was not very social after it all happened. I put all I could into work and school. Hence the 3.5 GPA, yeah no big deal. But if she saw the person I was then we most likely would not be friends right now, she probably wouldn’t even speak to me. I wouldn’t want to speak to me for all the things I had done.

Ahh that was the old me. I am a different person now. Well I was then I had to meet another guy who I felt comfortable with and it honestly scared the crap out of me. What’s so special about this guy anyway, oh that’s right the fact that he shows no interest in wanting to date me and has so many personality qualities that are very similar to mine. This could also all be in my head because of the way my mind works and I have these thinks connect that are so not connected at all. Whatever I guess I will get back to reading whatever I seem to be so focused on working-

“Monica what’s bothering you?”

“What you mean?”

“You have been staring at the one word for the last ten minutes like it’s some problem from Einstein and your waiting for the words to be shown to you.”

“Solid analogy but it’s nothing just doing that typical over thinking.”

“Right,” Chelsea just goes back to her work but still gives me these looks of concern like I am some child that needs watching over. She hasn’t seen me like anyone before so she’s a little concerned not seeing the normal me with the tuff exterior she is used to. I just need to get out of here and have some me time to myself.

“How did I get here?” A typical question for some hungover college students, adults questioning how they ended up with the life they’re in, and that would probably should be my category. But I am the exception, not because I believe to be an exception, I just am. I am the college student whose woken up and wondered where I am but that was two years ago when I was just a freshmen, now I’ve ‘grown up’ and ‘know better’ and of course I would NEVER repeat those mistakes! Yeah please. I know I am bond to make mistakes that is just how life goes. But I am also the adult wondering how I ended up with the life I’m in.

Before giving you all this present life question of course there is always a back story that will help. Of course I will not give it all because then there would be no story and where is the fun in that?! Well I grew up in the suburbs outside of New York City, so I had the best of both worlds, a town with people in it, but could also retreat to where people would not been seen for miles. Or take a small drive and be surround by millions of people in the largest city in the country. Now my parents have been pretty well off as well, I can’t really complain. Also I have my health and have been very blessed so honestly complaining is just moments of being weak with nothing truly life threatening. Or of course, because I am a girl, BOYS! Hate to complain about them but still love to do it!

So I believe that gives enough of a setting of where I came from, or at least mildly, don’t want to ruin the whole story with giving too much of my life away. Now that you’ve heard all that let us go back to where we started.

“How did I get here?”

“Monica I feel like you ask that every morning now.”

“Well each days has a different reason. Yesterday was forgetting getting home because I remember falling a sleep at Kyle’s, so that was justified to wonder how I slept the whole way of getting from his place to mine, it’s like a fifteen minute drive.”

“Okay, but you could maybe ask one of your family members that you live with, rather than waiting to ask when you come to campus.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout, it’s not pretty and just annoying to look at.”

“Oh what would I do without you putting me in my place?”

“I have no idea, probably wonder around this world aimlessly.”

“This very well might be true. Now snap out of it, I need to study for this test because even though I may question why I’m here, as you do, doesn’t mean I can tell my professor ‘I didn’t know where my life was going so I pondered that rather than studying for you test’.”

“Are you saying I should use that?”

“Seriously Monica?”

“Oh your kidding, whopps. But Chels it could so work.”

“I’m going to go grab coffee and hope that by the time I get back, your either doing some sort of work or get over this.”

Over this, oh I’ve become that friend. One you love being around when they have the good days because they’re interesting and fun. But when she hits that low point she goes hard. When did I become this girl? Oh I remember, two years ago, thanks to some awesome guy asking for marriage and my world where everything could be turned upside down, it was. But I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say yes.

Done!

Okay so this story I had a solid day of writing it and now coming back to it I simply cannot write for this story. Sad day. I will come back to it at some point in time but for now it shall be lost in the folder in which it is saved and  new story to post I will begin writing.

As the seasons went on as did their lives. Amber and and Michael were wed with a beautiful ceremony. It was at Amber’s home in Georgia, they have an older mansion, something that seems to walk out of Pride and Prejudice the Kira Knightley version. The ceremony was beautifully done, outside with closest friends and family, they did not want anything to be over done, simply and elegant, it fit both of their taste and personalities perfectly. Now the walls of their house is filled with photographs of their magical day, family, and honeymoon. Sitting in their living room on a love seat in front of the fire. Michael reads a book while Amber rest her feet across her lap and crochets a scarf for her husband. It seems so picturesque. Their life continues this way through out their marriage.

At least this is how Amber sees the rest of their relationship should be. Michael goes on with the life he saw for them. At least how he saw his life going, he just needed someone who wanted to fill the role. He woke up on the same day everyday, had his coffee, read the paper, then would fold his paper under his arm and walk out to his car and drive to work. Without a fail he had done this daily. Amber but was not one for routine as Michael would. She would wake up early some mornings, work out or lounge around, or meet friends. It was all about keeping status with her married and non-married friends. The role of a husband that was seen in movies and every little girl told is what kind of man they are to look for is what she found. Not only did she want all her friends to know, but she wanted to be reminded every morning that she made it all the way through her check list.

“Honey could we have a wine tasting tomorrow night?”

“A wine tasting?”

“Yes the girls and I have been talking about getting our friends from school together. You know that is how we meet. Your frat and my sorority had a mixer and then sparks just flew. Now that we are out of school our circles have grown and we would like everyone to get together.”

“Amber we’re not in school anymore we can’t just have mixers.”

“Yes now it will be better because we will have more to talk about without all the flirting and hormones. Simply conversations and mingling.”

“So it will be a couples night.”

“No we will have all our friends. Not all of then have someone or is married.”

“So it will be just like college, just better alcohol, and smarter flirting. Well smarter is not guaranteed.”

“Honey please!” Amber looked at Michael as if he wasn’t even there. She already saw the set up of the night.

The month went by with Michael and Amber going down and emptying out her apartment. Wedding bells were getting closer with two months to go now. Amber was excited to be closing on the house as well. It seemed as if the house was bigger than the wedding. Michael moved in three weeks before their wedding date. He was getting it all settled and Amber stayed the weekend to give it that feminine touch. Then returned to Georgia to stay till their wedding which would be in Warton

The season began to change. Fall was settling in with the leaves changing, bring the crisp air with it. Michael loved the smell that fall brought in. Amber loved that coming up north gave her an excuse to do more shopping to fit the seasons and new styles she hasn’t had to deal with before. Both loved the fall that is why they choose to get married then. The wedding was soon approaching, Michael was out raking the leaves and doing some maintenance on the house. They did not want to change the house from the nature of how the home came about. Amber loved that this house came from a place of love and dedication to the ones other. Michael felt the same but would not admit it completely because he knew that he wanted to grow to have that love as strong for Amber to give her one of the things she saw as a dream to never happen.

While in the yard Michael pauses and just looks around the house to see all the minor details that are most likely over looked on a daily bases but each detail was chosen specially for that mans wife, and she had seen it as something special. This house was something he needed to look up to, to match. He did not have a religion or something like that. Not even a mentor he thought it made no sense to have one person teaching you and guiding you when they can only share what they know so you either match their intelligence or are stunted but what they only know or care to share. Looking at this house told him more than what anyone could share with him about the love that man had for his wife, and the knowledge he had to give the door frame on the side wall farthest from the garage door opening because when pulling in the car you would be closest or leaving the house. The man who designed this house was practical, know how those who were to come to this home would not wonder why things where where they were and not another place. Everything was in it’s place cause that is how it was suppose to be and the house knew we would live this way rather than we living and the house doing what we saw.

Thinking all this out Michael began to laugh at himself for giving so much to this home he barely knew. Not not that he barely knew this home. That fact he was justifying a house for being something to match his life to. He continued raking with this feeling of sillyness, but it would not be the last time he thought of the home this way.

The house needed some work which they both were ready and excited for in their own ways. Amber thought that them spending time together would help their relationship grow in more ways then they could have thought. Michael sees this as a way to create a home that is perfect for their needs. Neither of them would think this would be the last few quiet moments in this house they have before starting the work. They signed the papers without giving a nights sleep or more discussion about what they were just getting themselves into.

When they left they both had a smile, although something seemed off about each of their smiles. Almost something unnatural. Amber smile from a pleasing that wasn’t a people pleasing smile, nor a pleasing herself. But she knew the smile came from an act of pleasing. While Michael’s smile was a smile of satisfaction almost like on after a hard days work. Though he had done no physical labor that day. Each felt uneasy in these moments but knew these feelings were just the beginning of what’s to come.

“I think this place is simply perfect for us. Just simply perfect!”

“Yes Amber, I do agree. I’m sure my mother would be quit pleased to hear that I will be moving out and getting a home for us.”

“Yes of course she will! And my father. Oh he will be so proud! Michael I am so excited. We now have the proper home for a family. You have finished all with school as I and this is simply, ahh. I’m so happy. And we should be closing soon with the wedding just after.”

“Yes, that’s how it looks. But remember I will be moving in before the wedding, getting all settled and then after the wedding is when you are to move in.”

“But Michael, why do I need to wait?”

“Because I will not have people questioning us for living together before marriage, nor do I want to taint your reputation in anyway.”

“Oh what are people to say? They don’t know us.”

“Amber, we’ve talked about this.”

“Yes, I just think it’s so silly all this waiting when we have the wedding date set, and I know we’re going to get married.”

“Because waiting makes the heart grow fonder or whatever.”

“Or whatever is right. Michael I don’t want to wait.”

“I’m not keeping you.”

Amber just sat there. She knew that Michael cared about his religion and it was something very important to him. Yes important but she saw it as always getting in the way of what she wanted. Though it is one of the many reasons of why she loves him. He’s not along with having a faith. Amber does as well, it may not be as strong as his, but she does still believe. One day she says she’ll understand but the longer they’ve been together it hasn’t cause any issues and he’s so understanding with her.

“Amber what thoughts are you trying to figure out?”

“See this is why we’re meant to be. You can just feel what I do without even having to look.”

“That or I’m so used to you getting silent only when you’re trying to work out a plan or get an answer for yourself. I’m guessing from me saying I won’t sleep with you, your either trying to figure out how you could get me to sleep with you. Or your sitting over there trying to get it wrapped around how or why I wouldn’t want to sleep with you.”

“Actually I was thinking neither. Maybe that is how it started but it was more about your faith and mine. But enough of that. No reason to get inside of my head. Now yes you will move in when we close. I still have my apartment at school with my belongings. Oh speaking of which I have to get those out this month. The new roommate is moving in and my lease is up.”

“I’m guessing you’ll need my truck.”

“This is correct. I also have my jeep so with both of us it should only be one trip. I brought a lot back when I graduated. It’s just some of my winter stuff and memorabilia.”

Michael pulls Amber in to him and holds her close while he drives. Gives her a kiss on the head and they stay like this for the rest of the drive to Michael’s parents house.

Walking this way and that one can see the lay out of Warton was a perfect town. Each house having the landscape down to fit the home in which they were given rather than fit the neighbors and out doing one another. Each home had their place and personality for the people inside and the scene that surrounded them. When Michael came to this town with his fiance he was worried of what journey he just signed on for. He is two years out of a prestigious college where he graduated with honors in Business Management. Which is a very piratical degree, he was president of his fraternity for his whole senior year, co-captain for his schools soccer team, and meet his fiance Amber his sophomore year. They have been together for three years now. Being the practical one that he is, he wanted to be friends with her and know he before questioning them dating.

However Amber being a southern girl, she did not understand what all the wait had to be about. As she tells the story, she knew they were a fairy tale in waiting and he just had to open his eyes and see. Amber comes from old money in Georgia and has been raised with southern traditions and a mindset still in the 20’s where women were to be wives and have children. She was very bright and did well in school. But all it was, as she saw it, a resume to be the best house wife and bride she could be. Michael did not care for those things. He cared about what she had to offer him and the world.

They worked well as a team and Amber would follow Michael where ever he received a job. Although he would not let her follow until she graduated college. Nor would he propose till she did. Amber saw her life as the American dream and wanted to find a home that resembled that. While Michael saw his life as a working man doing what he was raised to do and to not take risk. Down this row of homes at the end of the cul-de-sac was a home with what both of them dreamed. Amber’s white picket fence, a kitchen with big windows to be able to watch their future children play in the yard, and a library. While Michael had his office, large basement, round about drive way, and a master bed room that was double the size of his bedroom growing up.

It almost seemed to come together without a question that of course this was a home they were to get together. Nothing else seemed to matter. Then the story of how this home was built melted Ambers heart even more, the old owner were now older in their seventies to making their way south to a warmer climate outside of Connecticut. The man worked hard his whole life and saved everything. Was a very practical spender never over doing it or going on lavish trips. The wife thought forever that they were making enough to get by and some months were better than others. They had three kids that went through college with no issue of debt. Then when they were on their own the husband surprised his wife with all that they had saved through the years and wanted to build her the dream house she spoke of on their third date. She could barely remember it but he wrote it all down that night and saved it all these years later. Even through the years went out to have architects draw what this house could look like. 

He was told the potential cost of the house and expenses, only making him save more. Once he has enough to build the home and still have enough saving that if something were to happen to him, his wife would still have the home she always wanted and enough to live. He even made the plans be an add on to his will so that the home would be built if he could not have it done himself.

The story gave Amber chills of all the romance, and Michael appreciate the man and hard working. Both knew they could not come up with a reason as to why they shouldn’t move into the home.