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Ten

Tuesday.
5 days later...

Pictures of me and Savannah's flooded my facebook notifications.

The tagged post said, 32 pictures, captioned "Late clubbing upload". Hmm... maybe I should check it out. The nerve of that girl, tagging me on my horrendous photos!

I quickly shut my laptop and laid my head back to do a little stretching after drawing all kinds of furniture for a specific client, namely, Troy.

He's planning on settling down with his current girlfriend, Patricia, though Clay and I doubt it'd happen.

"He's just messing around, De Rio. He likes frightening his flings with marriage. Three of them ran for the hills, too afraid of getting hitched." He joked.

And, yes. Me and Clay do joke a lot nowadays. We've become close because of Savannah and Troy.

Sad to say, even if the two were already married, they still didn't live together. They're like friends hanging out for fun during night outs with me, Troy and his girlfriend tagging along.

And, no. They never treat me like a third wheel because the married ones weren't attracted to each other which was weird because Savannah's too good looking and so was her husband, right?

I mean- what the h*ll is wrong with you, people?!

I was finally done with the finishing touches for the gazebo piece, three intricately designed hanging swings and a small garden chandelier at the top.

Nice.

I let go of the pencil and laid on my back, thinking about the gazebo pieces that I designed and how it'd fit perfectly with a family of five.

I imagined the mother to be me with three kids that looked like me and their father... Clay.

"What the-?!" I bumped my head on the side table, groaning with pain. Why would Clay pop into my daydreams?

Ugh!

Knock, Knock!

"Come in. Door's open." I yelled.

The door opened and an overly excited Troy and Savannah appeared with a scowling Clay.

"What's with the attitude switch? You bi or something?" I joked. "I mean.... like bipolar and not the, the-."

"Maybe I am but, No. I'm not gay." He said, grinning. "Want some proof?"

I mentally cringed at myself and dismissed the topic like we never talked about it in the first place.

"So, where to?" I picking up my sun hat and pulled on my scarf and an overnight bag. Geez, I felt like were teenagers going on our first roadtrip.

"We're going hiking. Get some boots on, girl!" Savannah giggled.

"I, I thought you said were going to the beach and all?" I shrieked.

"No time. Come on!" Savannah threw me my shoes and locked the door behind her. "Let's go?" She said.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Troy hooted.

"You should smile more often, it makes you look younger." I suggested to Clay.

"Nah. I'm cool." He replied.

I counted the number of our company but found.one of us missing. "Where's Patricia?" I asked Troy.

"She's gotta go, Hare. She isn't the love of my life anyway." He said rather dramatically.

"He proposed to her." Clay said in a serious tone. Then he laughed.

Maybe I could picture out a shrieking Patricia running for the hills but Troy's face is even funnier. She's the fourth girl he ever frightened with marriage as a prank and he's rather tired of looking for a suitable girl for himself.

"But what if she said 'Yes', then, what happens?" Savannah asked.

"Then we get married. Right away." Troy said.

"Seriously? Just like that?"

"Uh-huh."

"There IS something wrong with you, Troy." Savannah threw her head again and laughed.

"Hey, why don't I sign you up with my Aunty? I'm sure she'll be glad to find a match for you!" Clay suggested.

"Aww. Shush, Man. I know you love me but I liked living the bachelor life, baby!" He declared. "What about you, Hare? Do you wanna get hitched for some time?" Troy looked at me, wiggling his eyebrows.

All eyes travelled to me and I felt uneasy almost suddenly.

Troy, smirking at me with mischief; Savannah grinning at me excitedly; and, Clay looking at me, expressionless.

"N-nah. But if someone comes along then, I won't mind?" It sounded more of a question than a statement but they accepted it nonetheless.

"We stopped at a small gasoline station for a refill and Savannah and I dashed to the bathroom stall next to the building.

"Quick! Do my retouch!" She ordered me like some maniac on the loose.

"What?"

"Come on. There's this cute guy on a motorcycle, Harley. I just wanna know if my charms would still work." He grinned.

"Ugh... hello? You have a husband and we're travelling with him?" I reminded her.

"I know but I don't like him one bit. There's this thing about him that... kinda drives me away. We never even have a mutual interest so there's no way that I'd effort to dress up for him." She explained.

"You guys are really weird." I said while applying a small amount of mascara on her while she struggles with her blush.

Savannah came outside the stall walking rather flirty in her dress and my sun hat. Troy whistled at her but Clay didn't even save a glance for her.

Meanwhile, the guy in the motorcycle approached Savannah and asked for her number which she immediately gave using her calling card.

Troy called for me and did the same for Savannah before he could even tell her his name and we rode off into the forest a couple of minutes away from the nearest house.

"He's cute." I commented as the hand that drives on the steering wheel grips the poor thing looking like he's strangling someone.

Poor wheel.

"Clay, man stop. We're here." Troy chirped.