This chapter is dedicated to unicorncottoncandy :) Thank you so much for reading my story <3

(read the authors note at the end please?)

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"What do you think about these?" Mikey asked, picking up a dark purple flower with lots of petals. He twirled the stem around in his fingers before walking up to me and holding it against my chest.

"I don't really like it, it's too big." I replied, making him frown. "This is the eighteenth flower you don't like." He said, putting it back into its vase as the flower shop owner walked over to us with a handful of flowers.

"Okay guys, what about these." She said, setting them down on the table in front of us. Mikey looked at them before picking up a blue flower, he looked over to me, making me roll my eyes. "You know I don't look good in blue." I said, making him sigh.

"Honey, you're not making this any easier." He mumbled, dropping it on table. I didn't say anything and instead walked away, making my way through the rows of flowers as Mikey and Chloe continued talking.

I eventually stopped in front of a big case full of tiny flowers in multiple shades of purple. I opened the cooler and took out one of the vases that had a sort of ombré effect. I admired it for a second before hurrying back to Mikey and Chloe who were looking at yellow flowers now.

"Mikey," I said, getting the mans attention. He turned around, and once his eyes landed on the vase in my hands he smiled. "Wow, they're perfect." He said, walking over and taking a closer look at them.

"Alyssums," Chloe said. "Not usually used as wedding flowers, but they're beautiful." I chucked and looked up at her. "In case you haven't noticed, Mikey and I aren't really traditional when it comes to weddings." I said, making her blush and nod.

"Then I guess they're perfect for you two." She smiled. "They are," Mikey breathed before reaching up to place a kiss on my cheek. "Are those the colours you boys want?" Chloe asked, making both of us nod. "Perfect, I'll be right back with the order sheet."

As Chloe walked away Mikey turned back to me. "Flowers down, now all we need to do now is pick a cake, figure out the seating arrangements and guest list, pick the music, pick a venue, and pick the food." He sighed, resting his head on my chest. "And we only have four months to go all of that."

"We can always push the wedding back," I said, making Mikey shake his head. "No, March is the only time my grandparents can fly out. And besides, we've already pushed the wedding back three times. It's like we're just trying to avoid it at this point." He mumbled, making me look down at the ground.

"It's just tough planning a wedding when we're both so busy." I said, making him shrug. "I know that, but we've been planning this wedding for almost four years. That isn't normal, most people are married within the first year." He mumbled.

"It'll happen soon enough." I said, even though I was starting to doubt myself. "Yeah, I guess so." Mikey said before walking over to Chloe who had now entered the room.

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As Mikey and I left the bakery a few hours later he let out a long sigh. "I've never eaten so much cake, I think I'm going to throw up." He frowned, rubbing his tummy. "That was the best thing I've ever done." I chuckled.

"Really? I thought I was the best thing you've ever done." He smirked back, making me roll my eyes. "You wish," I teased, even though I was also serious. But Mikey didn't seem to notice.

"I'm going to head home, I have some work to do. I'll see you later, yeah?" He said, giving me a kiss on the lips. I smiled through the annoyance; I've been at his side for the past nine hours and I was about to snap. "Yeah, see you." I said, giving him a smile.

As Mikey made his way down the street I went the other way, shoving my cold hands into the pockets of my jacket. It was late November and the air was cold, making my face numb as I walked. It was times like this that I wished I had a car, but at the same time I preferred walking around.

After about fifteen minutes of walking I entered the cafe, the warm, coffee scented air hitting me. "Hey Pete." Spencer smiled from her seat behind the counter. As I walked over she put down her magazine and stood up.

"Hey Spence," I smiled, rubbing my hands together to warm them up. "Can I get you something?" She asked, tapping her fingers on the wooden counter as I shook my head. "No thanks," I replied, standing awkwardly in front of her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, giving me a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, I just- I don't know. This wedding planning stuff is getting tiring." I sighed, rubbing my face. "If you want I can help, I basically planned my sisters entire wedding." She chuckled, making me nod.

"I couldn't ask you to do that. Besides, Mikey wants to do this all himself. But we don't know what the fuck we want. I proposed about four years ago, and we finally picked the flowers today." I muttered, sitting down at one of the stools next to the counter.

"I'm sure it'll work out eventually," she said slowly as she sat down. She obviously didn't know what to say in this situation, but I how mostly wouldn't know what to do either. "I doubt it. As the years go by I'm not even sure the whole wedding thing is a good idea."

"I know it's not my place to say anything, but I think I agree. The entire time I've worked here you've been stressed out about the wedding. Only recently things have gotten better, but I guess not." She gave me a small smile.

"Yeah, I think I just need to talk to him. But I don't really know how to." I said, standing back up. "But let's change the subject, how are you and Charles?" I asked, giving her a smirk. Spencer rolled her eyes and leaned against the counter as she looked towards the bookstore.

I turned to see the blue haired boy was walking around with a customer, picking out books for them. "I was going to ask him out, but at the last second I chickened out." She sighed, not taking her brown eyes off the boy. "Just go for it, there's no harm in trying."

"I guess you're right." She blushed, looking back at me. "Honey, I'm always right." I winked, giving her arm a nudge. "Yeah, right." She snorted, "That's why we have a fucking neon light shaped like a crop top, of all things." She pointed to the stupid thing that haunts my dreams.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault." I said, holding my hands up as I walked towards the stairs. "Keep thinking that." She called after me as I jogged up the stairs. "I will." I called back with a laugh before entering my office.

As I did I took off my jacket and threw it onto the couch next to the door. I slumped into my desk chair and rolled over to the computer, turning it on before checking my emails. As I stared at the screen my mind drifted off.

I thought about everything Brendon had said yesterday, from how he already knew Patrick and I were seeing each other to how Patrick had a fucking kid. The thought made my stomach churn.

Maybe I should just stop seeing him. If we got caught by the wrong people then everything would go to shit. He'd probably get a divorce and lose his child, and I'd lose some of my friends. But at the same time I just couldn't.

As much as I hated to admit it; I love Patrick. And I don't think I'll ever stop. But I also love Mikey, at least I think I do. It's not as strong as it was when we first started dating, but there's some love still there.

You wouldn't think so, because I'm unfaithful to him, but he still means a lot to me. But not as much as Patrick does. I just hope Patrick feels the same about me, and that I'm not some side bitch to distract him from his wife and kid.

My phone vibrating on the table snaps me out of my thoughts. I look down at the screen, seeing it's only Mikey calling. "Hello?" I answer, picking it up and leaning back in my chair.

"Hey, babe I'm uh-" the sound of Mikey throwing up in the background can be heard. "All those cake samples made me sick, I must've had a bad reaction to one or all of them because I've been stuck in the bathroom since I got home. Can you come over?"

After a few seconds of silence I sighed and spoke up. "Uh yeah, I'll be right over. I just need to send a few emails, then I'll come." I said before hanging up and setting my phone back down on the desk.

Just when I finally get some time away he asks me to come over. I know he can't help it, but I just couldn't stand to be around him right now. I needed to figure some things out, and it wouldn't help to be at his side while I was trying to do that.

But either way, after finishing up my work I grabbed my jacket from the couch and pulled it on. Only to leave the building and make my way to my fiancés place where he was glued to the toilet, throwing up his insides.

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"Here's your soup." I said, gently handing Mikey the warm bowl. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking his hands away from his sore stomach to hold the bowl. "Sorry again, for making you leave work to take care of me."

"It's okay," I said, pushing away the hair that had fallen onto his forehead. "I didn't think I'd get this sick," he chuckled humourlessly, wincing slightly. "If I had kn-" Mikey cut his sentence short to jump out of bed, spilling the soup as he ran to the bathroom.

I ran after him, bending down next to him as he puked into the toilet. I gently rubbed his back and tried hard not to gag from the smell. As Mikey got up and flushed the toilet he grabbed his toothbrush from the holder, giving me a small, forced smile in the mirror.

I smiled back before walking back to his room and picking up the bowl. As I cleaned up the mess using a t-shirt I found on the ground Mikey walked into the room with a frown. "I'm sorry," he said, bending down to help but I shooed him away.

"No, don't. You need to rest." I said, standing up with the wet shirt and bowl. "Okay," he mumbled before shuffling over to his bed and getting in, only his head exposed from behind the piles of blanket.

I left the room, putting the shirt into the laundry and the bowl into the sink before making my way back to Mikey. I pulled off my jeans and got into bed with him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he leaned into my touch.

"Thank you for being here." He whispered. I kissed the back of his neck in reply, making him let out a content sigh. Mikey reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, giving my hand a small squeeze.

We laid like that for a while before he eventually drifted off to sleep, leaving me alone to stare at the wall. I eventually heard a vibrating sound coming from my jeans on the floor, so I slowly and quietly slid out of Mikey's grip before getting my phone from my jeans to see I had a new text.

From // Patrick 🍆
Are you busy?

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I love you guys a lot

Question of the Chapter:
What's one thing you love about yourself? (And I don't want to see any 'nothing' comments, you're all so special and beautiful in your own way that it's impossible to not love at least one thing about yourself) :)

Answer of the Chapter:
I really like my eyes. In dark lighting they're a dark green/grey, but in the sunlight they're a super bright green/blue-ish, and thats the only thing I like about myself, because at the moment I'm just trying to fix everything else :/

||ALSO GUYS, PLEASE READ THIS||

So I'm guessing most of you know my best buddy pal chicken_nugget_36 aka Erin. Well she has a story called Mr. Sandman (go read it ;))) and she came up with the idea in December, and since then she's been working hard on writing her amazing story. But recently another wattpad "writer" called kalechipz has written a story called Call Me Mr. Sandman. And it has the EXACT same plot as Erin's story. It's an obvious copy of hers, and I find that disgusting. Erin has worked so hard on her story, and this little shit ball just comes along and slaps their name on it. So I don't want anyone to go and harass them (I low key don't care if you do that, i'm evil as shit) but if you could then please just go comment on their story telling them not to go around stealing other people's ideas.