What is Love?

Cookie

DIANA

"Hit me" says a drunk guy from across the bar. So I do the rational thing and punch him in the face. He falls into the floor and not 3 seconds later I hear snoring. Hmm, must have knocked him out. That works for me, now all I have to do is call him a cab and dump his body in the back of it. You can see why I chose to be a bar tender. I still get to use the same terms as I did before all the crap in my life came to pass. Speaking of crap, I'm gonna have to have a talk with the piece of craps' daughter. And speaking of where is she?

"Alex, do you know where Vanessa went? I need to talk to her about a few things."

"She's in your office, but I'm not sure if you should go in there. She got a bit drunk saying something about how her best friend will soon be her sister. In my opinion I think she's gone insane. But that could just be me, I'm not much of a people person." Now I usually have a come back to what people have to say to me no matter what it's about. But for some reason whenever she talks It's like she's depressed and freaked out by everything all at the same time.

"Uh, thanks. You're free to go home if you want I'll be staying later than usual tonight." She nods at this and walks strait out the door without looking back. Sometimes I wonder if she's a robot. I internally shrug I guess we'll never know.

I make my way to my office and see a happy(probably drunk) Vanessa inside and reading a wedding magazine. Oh good grief! Not only is she a romantic dreamer but she wants me to marry her brother A.K.A the enemy of both my real and adoptive family. She of course only knows about the last one. I'm thanking God that I had never told her the truth about my father. I have to stop this before she starts to plan my future children's names.

"Van? What are you still doing here you should be at home enjoying the time you don't have to work. Besides I told you that employees aren't allowed in here unless I ask them to be." She looked up from reading the magazine and smiled seductively.

"So, how did the talk with my brother go? Did you two hit it off? He's hot isn't he? Did he ask you to dinner? Are you planning on marrying and having kids just so I can spoil them rotten!?" Gosh she's drunk.

"The talk was down to a minimal, I don't think we hit it off, I'm not answering that question, he never said anything specific about dinner, and the last one will happen just not with your brother."

"Wait, you don't like him? I-I tho-ught you wo-u-ld like him!!!!" She started to cry and wail. I wonder how much she drank?

"Van, hey don't cry. Just tell me the truth. How much did you drink you seem a bit over emotional right now." I say calmly so I won't upset her further.

"I ha-ven't ha-d a-ny, I was to ca-ught up in th-is mag-a-a-zine. And I'm not on my period either of that was your next question." My eyes widen because not only was that my next question but Van is never this emotional unless she's drinking. Which lead me to believe she was on her period but since she just answered that question, I'm assuming the next case scenario.

"Are you sure your not? Or stressed about anything major? If so when was the last time you did have it?" I hate to be that one person that realizes it before anyone else but I just hope I'm wrong.

As of to prove my suspicions more than just that she burst into another fit of tears. Great! Now I became exactly what I never wanted to. The first person to tell that a woman is pregnant. You know. This is why I never became a doctor. I can't stand over emotional people they make me feel emotions when I try my hardest to keep them down.

"Let's get you home. Your exhausted and in a very emotional state right now." I pull her up from my chair and she leans on me for support while crying.