Background (Sequel to Desirous)

National Anthem

By the time July came, Andy and I had finished all our ideas and plans for the wedding. Although I had originally wanted to do everything without a wedding planner, I realized one night that there was no way I would know how to even go about half of the things I wanted. So, with Amanda's help, we found a nice wedding planner, Mary Meadows, who helped me find everything I needed. With the reception, wedding decorations, and cake design completed, all that we had to do was pick a cake flavor, the Bride and Groom's party members (bridesmaids, groomsmen) and our attire.

As Mary called the catering business and other things I didn't want to do, Andy and I continued our search for the perfect house. He was staying in New York with me until we picked a house, Kayla spending half her nights at Devin's apartment. I loved having him around twenty four seven, it gave me a taste of what it would be like to live with him.

"What about this one?" Andy asked Monday night, sitting cross legged on the floor with his laptop in front of him, Bandit at his side.

I was hunched over a piece of paper, trying to write down definitions for my psychology class and memorize French words at the same time. With the school year nearing an end the professors were loading us with extra homework to prepare us for final exams, and just to give us one last hurrah, as they so eloquently put it. Bastards. I hated them all. Especially Priscilla who was cracking down on those who hadn't spoken to her about a career - specifically me. She kept saying I should look into choreographing like Kayla, but I had no inspiration when it came to creating dances. Kayla could do that all day while I, on the other hand, would struggle.

With all this stress piling on top of me, I felt ready to cry. Which, at the mention of a house, I did. It wasn't the body wracking sobs that left you snotty after but the silent, desperate type. The type of crying where you just stare at nothing and let anxities run rampant through your mind. What if I didn't find a house in time for graduation? What if at the least second the catering doesn't pull through? What if I grow fifteen pounds and don't fit my dress? What if Andy realizes that he could do better?

"Babe?" Andy asked when he didn't get an answer, looking up. His eyes widenned when he realized I was crying, and within a second, he was wrapping me into his arms and holding me tightly. "What's wrong?" He asked in a worried voice.

"What am I going to do, Andy?" I sniffled. "I shouldn't have gotten a fucking degree in dancing. What am I going to do? I can't do anything with that! I should've done - done, business or something!"

"You, in business?" He laughed and I smiled softly. Yeah, I wouldn't do so well in business. "And don't worry about that. You'll find something."

"But what?" I stressed. "I'm not going on fucking Broadway, or teaching, or choreagraphing. I don't want to be a background dancer, that's a low pay raise-"

Andy grabbed me by the shoulders, forcing me to stare at him, "Don't worry about money. Do what you like to do and the rest will come. If things don't pick up, you can always change. I'll support you no matter what, Morgan."

I smiled, "I love you, Andy."

He chuckled and pulled me into his side, "I would hope so since we're getting married and all."

"You're so funny."

He winked, "I shoot to please."

I got up to wash my face and Andy returned to house hunting. We stayed up until midnight, looking at houses and him attempting to pronounce half the French words I had on my list; it was definitely a comedic relief. Later on though we gave up on house hunting and just went to Google Images, seeing a Hobbit House in LA.

"Dude." Andy breathed.

"No."

"But come on!"