Still Undecided

The Night We Met

Mackenzie's POV: Arianne had just turned 30 on Wednesday and I was up all night on Friday planning an outing for the two of us. She needed a night out since giving birth to our first child and frankly, so did I. Don't get me wrong, I was beyond ecstatic to be a father, and even more ecstatic that Ari had let me name him Stephen after a running joke that Dalton and I had back when we were on Idol together. She may have just given birth a few months ago, and was still attempting to lose the pregnancy weight, but she looked as beautiful as the night I met her. Only now she wasn't drunk. I remember that night like it was yesterday, it seems like it was. Avalon was having some sort of reunion for the contestants that had become friends on our season of American Idol, along with a few friends that the contestants had brought along that weren't on the show. I had come to the party with Dalton but he quickly ditched me for some girl at the bar. Even after all these years, after all these girls screaming my name and begging for my attention, I still wasn't used to the limelight. I still preferred to be in the background. I was a wallflower and I liked it that way. I was just getting up to go get a drink when I saw her. She had beautiful brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Her figure was pear shaped and to me she looked like a model. Except she was prettier than any model I had ever seen. I started walking towards her and noticed she was doing the same.  She opened her mouth to speak and vomit came out instead. All over my brand new shoes, as a matter of fact. I wanted to be mad. I really, really, really wanted to be mad. But I could tell she was humiliated enough so I silently calmed myself down and told her I was getting her some water instead. She sipped the water like I had instructed her to and I was just about to ask if she was feeling better when she told me she had to vomit again. She ran to the bathroom and I followed her. Not the most romantic scene, I know, but there was something special about this girl and I wanted to show her. She had sat down in front of the toilet bowl, her face hovering over it. I grabbed her hair like I had seen people do in movies to comfort their drunk friend. I bunched her hair up with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. We stayed the rest of the party in that bathroom talking about everything under the sun. Like I said, it wasn't the most ideal place for a first date or anything, but I didn't care. Somehow in that moment, I knew she was the one.