The day after Peter found out Meagan had left town, he drove by her place to see if it was really true. Her place already had a new tenant, what seemed like a small family. Course the family seemed large for the rat hole that Meagan called a home. Peter sadly shook his head and drove by the apartment. He had to get to the airport, Sofie was due any minute now.
Sofie arrived on the same private plane they took to New York. The plane arrived at a small private gate far away from the other air traffic. Peter stood next to the arrival gate and watched the plane taxi in. It turned around some way down the tarmac before coming back to the correct gate. The passengers were quickly disembarked and led to where Peter was waiting.
Sofie had been first to leave the plane. Peter smiled when he saw her but on her face was a less than happy expression. Peter frowned a bit as Sofie came in the gate.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked as he tried to hug his fiancee'. She coldly shrugged him off.
"Only everything." She said. "First the stewardess dumps hot food on me. Then the hotshot pilot thought he could buzz some trees in the middle of the flight." She looked at a man who had accompanied her. "I want all of these people fired, right now!" She grumbled something about considering a lawsuit of some kind.
Peter had never seen her this mad before. It was a bit of a surprise.
"Of all the people." Sofie said. "I'm sorry." She said. "I just had a really bad day."
"Thats ok I guess." Peter said slowly, suddenly concerned that she would bite his head off.
"I missed you, so thats why I came out early." Sofie said reminding him of her real purpose. "Plus its about time we talk about the wedding." She said taking his arm. They walked to the luggage claim area. "We can talk about what each of us should do."
"Right, cause I very much want to have a part in this wedding. I mean more than I do already." Peter agreed.
"My father thinks that us girls ought to take care of everything. But I think thats a touch too old fashioned."
Peter nodded in agreement. "How many people came with you anyway?"
"My fathers still in New York. I convinced him I could take care of things." She turned as a man picked up her luggage. "Oh and Justin came with me as well."
"Justin?" Peter asked. "Why is he here?"
"I can tell you." Justin said standing behind Sofie. "I need to talk some important business with some bands I manage. Course I am also here to see you and your friends. If that record deal is gonna come through we need to keep in close contact. Right Sof?"
"Sof?" Peter questioned in his head. The one time he trieed to give her a cute nickname was greeted by a weird stare. He hadn't tried again.
"Thats right." Sofie said stumbling over a few words.
"I guess thats ok." Peter said. "What are you doing today?"
"I just may go to my hotel." Sofie said. "Take a nap."
"But its so early." Peter said checking the time. At this moment they were slowly making their way out of the airport. The Monkeemobile was being watched by a very uppity man in a valet uniform.
"You know me and my air sickness." She smiled. "Course you do, its all over you."
Peter weekly laughed. "Do you want me to come back with you to the hotel?"
"I'm giving her a ride back. We're staying in the same place." Justin laughed. "Different rooms of course."
"Of course." Peter said slowly.
"Theres nothing wrong with that right?" Sofie asked. "We ARE friends."
"You are." Peter said. He clapped his hands together. "I know a great little place we can find wedding gowns at."
"Oh you silly silly man, you can't see my wedding dress." Sofie said and erupted into an odd kind of laughter. "Its bad luck. We don't want to have any kind of bad luck, do we?"
"No we don't." Peter said the valet loaded Sofie and Justins luggage into the trunk of a taxi.
"I'll call you." Sofie said. "We can have lots of wedding stuff to do together. Wedding cakes and the like."
"I've already got one thing lined up." Peter said. "I asked the woman who bartended at one of the gigs to work the wedding."
"Oh no." Sofie said. "We don't need an open bar." She touched her lips. "A catering service would be much better. Plus you know how daddy frowns on alcohol. He is sooo old fashioned, he still calls them spirits."
Justin laughed at this. Peter looked at him, and wondered if Justin hadnt dabbled in the "spirits" on the plane ride over.
"I'll call you." Sofie promised as she kissed his cheek. "I'll miss you, love."
"Love." Peter said sadly. He smiled to hide this however.
Sofie got into the taxi and waved. Justin did the same and climbed in after her. The taxi pulled away from the curb.
It was surprising to see Sofie turn down the offer of a bartender at the wedding reception. He had promised Meagan the job, but now that she was gone she wouldnt be able to find out the job was no longer there until it was too late. He had once again thought of finding her to tell her but he decided he had better wait. There were going to be a lot of fish to fry in the coming weeks. If she wanted this wedding in two months, it was gonna take a lot of work. And two months isnt as far away as it seemed.
Home
The guys greeted Peter as he came back from the airport.
"Where is Sofie?" Mike asked.
"She got her own hotel room at the Hyperion." Peter explained. "Well two rooms. That Justin guy came with her."
This sparked interest from Mike and the others.
"Why is Justin here?" Davy asked. "I thought he had bands in New York."
"He had them out too apparently." Peter said. "And he had to talk to us as well."
"Makes sense." Micky said. "If we are having a record made, then he'll want to see a lot of us."
"And a lot of Sofie too." Mike said.
"Will you get off of that?" Peter said. "They said they are just friends."
"I can't believe that you buy that." Mike said. "There is no real reason for him to be out here outside of possible other bands to manage." Mike said. "But to be here at the same time as Sofie is about to get ready to finally marry you? Its too coincidental to be true."
"Well it is." Peter said.
"Peter if we didnt know you, we'd have to say you are looking really naive right now. How can you not see whats going on in front of your eyes?" Mike appealed to his friend. "Think man!"
"I can't think. You won't let me, I'm the dumb one remember." Peter said with soft anger. "If you are gonna keep going like this, then I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"I just want you to think about it." Mike said. "If anything looks odd, think about or if anything just seems to perfect or too sudden. I don't know what the hell I mean anymore." Mike sat down with a shrug.
"You ain't helping much Mike." Davy said. "I think he is just saying be careful."
"Then be more so." Davy replied. "In the meantime we have to practice. I got a new song here I want to try." He starts humming a tune, but stops midway. "Boy that really stinks."
Peter laughed. "Did I miss anything while I was gone?"
"You got a letter man." Micky said. "I didnt open it, my finger slipped."
Peter shook his head. He picked up the letter Micky referred to and read the address. It was to him, but had no return address on the outside.
"That's weird." Peter said. "It doesn't say who its from."
"Maybe its a chain letter." Davy suggested.
"Even a chain letter has a return address." Mike informed Davy.
Peter opened the letter and took out a neated folded sheet of paper. He unfolded it and saw delicate handwriting on it. He zoomed to the bottom of the letter. It was from Meagan.
"Dear Peter,
I know my leaving was sudden, but let me explain. I kissed you because I couldnt help it anymore. I think I am really starting to have feelings for you. That is why I ran, or skated away from you at the park. I can't be around you when I'm like this. I can't stand it. That is why I had to leave. I don't want to cause you any trouble. I can't see you again. Don't try and look for me, Peter, you won't find me. By the way, I think its pretty safe to say that I will not be working your wedding. This is where I say goodbye, I hope you have a happy life. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
Love Meagan"
Peter folded the letter and put it in the envelope. He quietly went to his room.
"Who was that letter from?" Mike asked as his eyes followed his friend up the stairs.
"I think we know. Meagan." Micky said.
"Yes." Davy said. "Definately."
"I think we oughta leave it alone." Mike said.
"But you think somethings wrong here." Micky said.
"I do but its none of our business." Mike said.
"Why can't it be our business?" Davy asked.
"Cause its not. Shouldnt people be able to make their own mistakes?" Mike asked. "I mean if there is a mistake to be made?" He shook his head. "If we are meant to do something, it'll happen when the times comes."
Davy nodded. Micky went outside at sat on the beach.
"I could do something." Mike said. "I just don't know what, but it'll come to me." Mike went to his room and grabbed a camera. It was a great day to pick up on his new hobby, bird pictures. Maybe he would be able to get a few good pictures. He picked up a roll of film and left his friend lying on the bed, staring into space.
