Lost

Four

"Adam, what do you think of this design?" Kim asked her fiancé, holding up a very heavy wedding catalogue, "Do you like it?"

Now that their wedding date was reeling too soon, Kim was in panic mode. They still hadn't sent out their invitations, or have their sitting and flower arrangements ready. And most importantly, she still hadn't pick out a wedding gown. They would be getting married in two and a half months, the weekend after their graduation and they still hadn't decided on anything but the venue. At this point, they are so utterly screwed. Only a miracle could make this wedding happen.

Adam merely glanced at the page she was holding up at him before turning his attention back at the TV in front of him. "Sure, babe. Very pretty."

He had no idea what she was showing him. He was too busy watching a bunch of grown men skating on ice, fighting each other for a small, black circle.

Kim sighed loudly, clearly not hiding her disappointment that her husband-to-be couldn't at the very least pretend he was excited about their wedding. Rolling her eyes, she was beyond frustrated and tired. They needed to at least make one decision today and right now. Placing the heavy catalogue back down on the coffee table, she desperately needed to tried a different tactic to grab his attention. Sometimes he's such a big baby. Leaving her to wonder what was his charm and quality that attracted her in the first place.

"Adam." Kim smiled calm, gently taking his hand in hers. He still wasn't paying much attention at her. Not at all. Even though she wanted to smack him in the head over and over again, she kept her cool. She knows she has a tendency to over exaggerate when she's stressed out.
"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? Or we could head over to my mom's. She could whip us something to eat and help us with the planning at the same time."

Adam rolled his eyes and pulled his hand out of hers. "K, sure."
She frowned. All she wanted was to plan her dream wedding with her soulmate but it all seems like a nightmare now, he hadn't got a care in the world.

"C'mon, Adam. We still-"

"Look," he seethed, annoyed. "Just pick whatever design you want for the wedding, whatever dress you want...whatever you want and you'll have it, alright? Now, can I watch the game in peace."

Glaring at him in pure disbelief with her mouth hung open, she sprang from the couch and onto her feet. "Seriously, Adam!!" she huffed, grabbing the remote from his hand and turning off the TV.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, "I was still watching!" he threw his hands up in the air. He just can't believe she had the audacity to turn the damn TV off when Blackhawks was about to score the winning shot.
"I don't care! We're getting married in a few months and we still hadn't got anything ready, Adam!"

"What do you want me to do?"

Fists clutching in her sides, she was fuming in rage. She wanted to result in violence, to hit him, but she knew better than to stoop so low. Violence is never the answer. "I want you to care!" she yelled. She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He was the one who proposed. He was the one who got down on one knee and popped the question. And now he couldn't even give a damn.

"I do!" he reiterated.

He could see the fury in her eyes and knew she was well beyond pissed. It was extremely rare to see Kim blow up like this since she always tries to look for the positive in heated situations. So in the occasions when she does crank up, it can only mean that there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

"No, you don't. You do not care! You're more in that stupid game than planning our wedding. I want us to do it together!" she spat, tears brimming in her eyes.