Drama Queen's Chauvinist (#3)

Moment's Weakness

Lia

"Yes, Luke. I know that the wedding starts at exactly nine and I am your best woman along with Amy and so I have to arrive by eight to help you with any last minute stuff. Just take a chill pill, dude. It's your last night as a single man. Enjoy it. Go party," I told him as I threw my bag on the floor and plopped on the bed.

"I am done partying. I had my fill last night. Now, I am just trying to push these nervous jitters away," he sighed.

"You are just worrying for no reason at all," I rolled my eyes, "Besides, you've got me and Amy, right? Also, I am still pretty mad about the whole bachelor party. Can't believe you chose to spend the night with Aaron and Drama Queen instead of us."

"I told you. Some things are just boys' stuff. It is meant to be done in that way," he waved it off.

"But, how can that be? For example, if you would have been with us, you would have definitely had way more fun ogling at that male stripper than you did with them," I told him.

"What?! Stripper? Oh god, girl! There was no stripper, okay?" he scoffed.

"Really?" I frowned, "Blah! Then, what's the point of having a bachelor party?"

"People do a lot of things at a bachelor party that have nothing to do with strippers and sex! Besides, what's even more wrong with your example is that if I had been with you both, Amy and I would have probably never allowed a male stripper and even if you had forced it, you would have been the only one enjoying his show," he told me.

I smirked, "I would have, haven't I?"

"You are enjoying this, aren't you? Daniel is right. You are a crazy woman," he scoffed.

"Hey! You can't call me that. I already have one Drama Queen lurking on my head all the time, I don't need another one," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, please be on time tomorrow," he said again.

"Eight a.m. sharp at the church," I told him with a salute.

"Thank you. Now, good night," he told.

"Good night. Sleep well. Muster up for the wedding night," I sang as I hung up and threw my phone on the bed.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I was so tired that I wanted to just have a long hot shower and go to bed. 

It had been a heavy week. I had a lot of work at the hospital and since I didn't get any time to study, I had to stay up at night after coming home. 

But, even with my tight schedule, a single day had passed during the last week when I hadn't recalled that night at least once.

I had no opinions about it though. None good and none bad. Just curiosity.

I wondered if I would have faced the truth in front of him. I wondered what he would have said if I had told him. I wanted to know where the night would have ended if I hadn't slept when I did. We had already spoken up about things we probably never said to anyone else and I was curious as to why we said it to each other. I wondered why he had that glint in his eye when he stared at my face and why he got so angry when he found out about my wound. I wondered if we really meant those compliments we gave each other or if it was just some stupid blabbering that we were doing. I wondered if it was the alcohol that made it easy or the fact that we were acting like strangers or just that it was us.

So, many questions and answers to none.

It wasn't like we hadn't faced each other after that night. We had, on multiple occasions. It is hard to avoid someone when we are living in the same house and have common workplaces and friends.