Every Thursday, Spencer and I spend the night with Kyla and Olivia. It’s like a ‘girls night out’ but there are certain rules. No making out for a long period of time or sex while the four of us are together. Small kisses, however, are allowed. The four of us came up with this a couple weeks after my last concert in Vegas a year ago. We realized the four of us are best friends and wanted to spend time together as friends, not as couples.

Tonight, we decided to go out to an Italian bistro for dinner. Sometimes we go out to dinner, clubs on the down low, or hang out at each other’s apartments and watch movies. Where ever we do decide to go, we always have fun and catch up with each other.

“So you know what I think would be awesome for your wedding,” Olivia said before putting a forkful of pasta in her mouth.

“I’m scared to ask what,” Spencer joked.

“Ha.Ha. Very funny. Anyways, two words,” she said wiping her mouth with the napkin. “Themed Wedding,” she said with a huge smile. I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. You wanna know what’s weird about Olivia. Olivia has probably one of the most intense, serious job ever, but acts like a college student who is always looking for a good time. She’s a lawyer and she doesn’t do small cases like oh-I’m-suing-him-for getting-leaves-in-my-yard-which-clogged-my-pool-drain. Noooo, she goes and represents victims of crimes or murders. And she is quite good at her job too. She is a well respected lawyer in California.

“You’re kidding me right,” I said.

“It would be so much fun!” she exclaimed. “Since you are getting married on a beach, you two could wear bikinis instead of a dress and everyone would be wearing bathing suits and it would be so. Hot.”

“Again I say…You’re kidding me right.”

“I’m so serious! You know how fun that would be. And you can have li—“

“Okay, that’s enough honey,” Kyla interrupted her and placed a hand on her shoulder while laughing.

“Your check Ms. Davies,” the waiter placed the bill on the table. “Thank you again for dining with us,” he said a little nervous. He seemed like he wanted to ask something, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed or not. I looked at the bill and took out my wallet from my bag and noticed the waiter was still standing there.

“Uhm, is there something else?” I asked politely. He looked from side to side before finally talking.

“Uhmm, I was...uhmm. Are you two still together?” he stuttered. His face was turning a shade of red and it looked like he was sweating.

“Yes,” Spencer answered before I could. “We are very much still together,” she replied placing a hand on my thigh and looked up to the waiter with a polite smile.