What to expect when life gives you the unexpected.

Prologue

  You know I thought my day was going to be so amazing, honestly. I woke up this morning bright and early to go to work. I was so happy because I got there early enough to get myself a coffee. When I arrived at work I even said hi to Mrs. Cru and Mrs.Cru was the grump of the office. I was always terrified of that old mean lady. 

    I was in college for business school and this job was just an internship. I was happy with it and I got to learn so much. My bosses company wasn't the biggest company ever but it was pretty well known. The biggest company right now was the L Corp. I heard the owner was a is pretty well-known with the ladies if you know what I mean. I also heard that he was one of the richest bachelors in the country.

 As my day went on I started to lose the energy I had and work became boring and tiring. Soon enough work was done and over with and went straight to my two bedroomed house I share with this guy named Matt. 

 Matt was a guy I knew for a long time but we weren't really friends. We both needed a house in the area but all were too expensive so we just decided to share a house instead. It worked out pretty well. Sometimes Matt would get on my nerves and come home drunk or have sex with random girls and do it all over the house. 

 I take my heels off quickly and hold them in one hand while I unlock the house with the other. I smoothly accomplish my mission and slide into the house quietly because Matt was probably sleeping cause he goes to the college early in the mornings and is really not a morning person. 

 I head to my room so I can binge watch tv on Netflix. It was like my favorite thing to do when I was off work or wasn't at the campus. I open the door and instantly take off my work clothes to put my 'comfy clothes' is what I like to call wearing sweat pants and a tank top. I then put on "Thirteen Reasons Why" and relax like a hard working girl should do when she has spare time.

   After about 3 hours I get a phone call from my loving sister Missy. Why is Missy calling me I thought, she never calls me? I grab my phone and answer it.

" Hello?" 

" LIZZY!!!!"

" Missy?"

" How have you been!? How is college? Isn't this your last year?" She spits out quickly and excitedly. 

" I have been good Missy and college is good and yes this is my last year of college.  Now tell me what is the real reason you are calling me?" I answer with suspicion.

" Haha, you caught me! Well, I have really great news Lizzy! You wouldn't even guess it."

" Ok tell me then Missy," I said stuffing chips in my mouth. 

" Me and Brandon Michaels are getting married!" She squeals. I start choking on my chips and drop my phone. I grab my water bottle and start downing some water.  

 Brandon Michaels and Missy getting married when did they even become a couple? When did they even get engaged? How could Missy do this to me she knew I loved him since high school. Brandon and I were best friends.  He said he would wait for me. He said he would wait...  tears start trickling down my face without me even realizing it.

" Lizzy. Lizzy? Lizzy!? Are you there!?" I blink rapidly and then come into focus and grab my phone that I had dropped.

" Yeah, Yeah I am here,"  I say and my voice cracks.  I wipe my tears away.

" Oh, aren't you happy for me? Are you going to come to my wedding it is in next month when you finally finish college? I want you to be my maid of honor."

" Hold on Missy when did you guys even get engaged. Hell, when did you guys even become a couple?" I question.

" We have been dating for a while and we got engaged like 8 months ago. I like totally forgot to tell you." What in the hell. How could she forget to tell me?

" Missy how could forget to tell me something so big. Especially if it's with Brandon Michaels?!" I yell. 

" I am sorry ok! It just happened ok. He loves me and I love him. I know you loved him and whatever but please Lizzy don't make any drama of this let me be happy. Please be my maid of honor. It would mean the world to me." 

" Missy.... I don't kno-

" Please, Lizzy" she pleads more like cries.

" Fine. whatever I will drive there then next month after my graduation." 

" Thank you so much, Lizzy, I love you bye!'' She hangs up and I throw my phone across the room. Why does this have to happen to me I thought I was going to have the best day ever. 

 I lay down and cry all my tears until the last tear falls out and then I go to sleep. Stupid Missy, Of course, she had to steal the guy I love. I thought Missy would change but this just shows she still is the same teenage girl I left 3 years ago and does everything so impulsively.

 And now I have agreed to be her maid of honor to the worst wedding I will ever experience. I going to be the maid of honor at my first love and current loves wedding. Could my life get any worse?

Well it does because next thing you know one day after work I come home to see a while bunch of firefighters spraying my smoking house down. I immediately run to Matt who is rubbing the back of his neck looking sheepish as hell.

" Matt what the hell happened?!" I say panicking.

"Well funny story... I um may have accidently catch my shirt on fire and then throw it at the curtain."

" What the hell? How could you get your shirt on fire and why didn't you pour water on it."

"Well here's the thing I totally forgot water existed in that moment and I was trying to dry my shirt in the oven. I thought it would dry faster if I did."

" you're kidding right? What fucking moron does that. Your shirt defiantly dried faster didn't Matt. Should I give you a fucking Scooby snack for doing such a damn good job! Now where am I going to live. Matt grow up and get your head out of your ass. Learn to not only fuck girls and yourself." I stomp away from a dumbfounded Matt.

After the firefighter left I went to see if any of stuff survived from the fire. The only thing I saw was a necklace, an important one from somebody that I use to know. I smiled and started crying because of the hell I been through first the love of my life and then my house. For all I know is that the next thing gone could be my college degree or my internship.

After everything I called my dad and told him everything. He suggested I come back to California and live with them for a little bit. He said he would pay for a hotel for me in New york (where I live) for now. So when they come here to go to my college graduatiom we can go back to Cali together. I said yes because that was honestly all I could do. I would quit the internship and get my degree. Then of course go back to my hometown that left long ago with tears because of the people I had left behind.

What could possibly go wrong now? Or am I just jinxing myself again.