My Own Downfall

We went to bed later that night. Five more days to marry the one that I have wanted since the day I heard of him. But I wonder if it's real. I mean, he is a great big rockstar and I'm just some crap case. Maybe he took pity on me. Maybe he will bail out at the ceremony. I need to get these thoughts out of my head. He wouldn't do that. Or would he?
I woke up and Andy wasn't next to me. I smelled bacon. That must mean only one thing..I get to eat bacon! I went downstairs and there Andy was cooking bacon. "You didn't have to make bacon." I said. "Well maybe I wanted to. The bachelor party is going to be at Boulevard3. It's pretty cool." He said. "Okay. The bachelorette party is here in the backyard." I said. "Here?" He asked. "Yeah. Because there is no place I'd rather be." I said. He stepped away from the pan of sizzling bacon and smiled at me. "I love you Andy, don't ever take advantage of that." I said and hugged him. "Trust me." He said. Then he let go and turned back to take the bacon out of the pan. We sat down at the table and ate our bacon.
Later on, Andy and I went out to buy decorations. And every damn time we go out, the paparazzi seem to find us. "Andy, who are you inviting to your private wedding?" Andy this, Andy that, Scarlet this, and Scarlet that. It gets old and you learn to ignore them. "Scarlet, is it true your parents died and your foster parents beat you?" I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard that question. Standing there in the parking lot with everyone surrounding Andy and I, I just stopped. I turned to look at the reporters, paparazzi, and film guys. Everyone became silent. "Yeah. That's all true. My parents died and no one found their killer. My parents death is just a cold case! With no justice because no one gives one fuck enough to try!" I yelled. Tears fell down my face. Then I felt Andy pick me up and we headed into the wedding store. The store owners locked the doors while we were in here. We grabbed black streamers, balloons, black table cloths, and bunch of other crap you have at bachelor/bachelorette parties. The store manager helped us. Then we left and the paparazzi stayed a distance away which surprised me. When we got home I started putting up the red balloons and pulled out a few tables from Andy's garage. Then I set the tables up with black table cloths and some signs, I took a look around and it actually looked really good. Surprisingly. Then we went to check Boulevard 3 out. Andy knows what it's like already, but he wanted me to approve of it. "No strippers and then your good." I said. But he still wanted me to go with him.
We went and it was pretty cool. There were no exotic dancers there so I accepted it.
Then we went home and it was dark outside. It was 9:30. "4 more days" I thought to myself. Then we went to sleep

Notes

Thoughts? ~Mercedes