Mr. Reaper

4.) All Is Fair In Love And Bachelor Parties

I woke up on the couch, folded up like a pretzel. Katherine was on the floor, cradled underneath a mountain of blankets; Mimi, despite her tiny body, was stretched out like a starfish on seventy-five percent of my couch, hence my uncomfortable position. I swear, when I'm old and gray with cramps and aching bones, I'll blame her.

I rubbed my sleep-filled, swollen eyes before getting up to make coffee. Ah, coffee, the prime drink of casa de Ashly.

I was interrupted by someone at the door. I opened it to be greeted by a man in a work uniform holding a pretty bouquet of pink roses.

"Package for Ashly Spears." He stated. I smiled, taking the roses.

"Woah, who are the flowers from?" Katherine asked as she emerged from the sea of pillows and blankets. Her hair resembled a nest and I cringed, feeling sympathetic. Yikes, that's gonna hurt.

I closed the door, walking into the living room. "Um, I don't know. Let me see." I stated as I read the small card attached to the flowers.

'All is fair in love and bachelor parties. - Mr. Reaper'

I snorted. "Well?" Katherine pushed. "Apparently, my new neighbor is trying to send his dearest apologies via roses." I raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"Apologies?" She questioned. "He neglected to tell me about how one of his friends are engaged." I informed. "And....?" Katherine shrugged, not seeing my point.

"Well, long story short, I put the puzzle pieces together and now I know who Mimi's getting married to, sort of."

Katherine stared at me for a few seconds before her eyes widened. If this were some mindless cartoon, she'd have a light bulb floating atop her messy bedhead.

I nodded, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Wow."

"Yeah, wow." I agreed.

"Oh my stars, do you two ever shut up?" Mimi cried, pulling a pillow over her head. She's definitely not a morning person.

Katherine and I looked at her, shrugged, and went back to our conversation. "So, what I'm seeing here is that you have a guy who is willing to send you flowers-" "Roses." I corrected. "Roses," Katherine rolled her eyes, "just to let you know that he's sorry about leaving you out of a few details. Personally, I don't see the issue at hand." She said.

"Ugh, you are so oblivious! That immature litt-" I was interrupted by a pillow being thrown at my head.

I looked over to see Mimi smiling at me, mocking me. I threw the pillow back at her, but she caught it in mid air and laid her head on it. Looks like volleyball has paid off. Well played Mimi, well played.

After about two and a half hours of girl talk and coffee, Katherine and Mimi were fleeing my apartment to get back to their busy-bee lives.

And so there I was, eating ice cream and watching my favorite disney movies. I'm a child on the inside.

I was just getting to the point in 'The Lion King' where Simba finds Mufasa dead after the stampede when there was a knock on my door. Of course, right when I'm crying over a kid's movie. Could I be more popular?

I stood up, clad in my lavender PJ's and turquoise blanket, and walked to the door.

I wiped the tears from my face and looked through the peephole. Surprise surprise, it was the menace from three-eleven.

I opened the door. "What do you want?" I sneered, surely looking ridiculous.

And could you guess it? He was wearing that damned smirk.