This is a fictional account:
David Ashton yawned lazily and stretched his neck. It had been a long day, he'd been driving for just over 15 hours. The sun had almost finished setting as he and his sleeping passenger arrived at their destination. He parked his friend Rachel's car and nudged her as he opened the car door and stretched.
David was a good looking guy. He was 23, 5'11" with dark wavy hair, broad shoulders and piercing grey eyes.
Rachel Monyard was one of David's best friends she was 26 and stood 5'3" tall. She was slightly chubby with short brown hair and kind brown eyes.
"So how are you feeling?" asked Rachel as she lit a cigarette.
"I want to go home." was David's sarcastic reply.
"Are you serious?"
"No, I'm just wondering what I'm doing here." said David as he began unloading their luggage. He was joking, but he was also serious. David had found out he was getting divorced just over two months ago. The divorce was quick and honestly went fairly smoothly as there was nothing to fight over or contest except for their house which David simply gave up to avoid fighting with her and her psychotic family. Still it didn't mask the pain of having your heart broken.
Since then David really hadn't done much of anything, he wasn't working, seeing friends all that much, and, in fact, wasn't even getting out of bed most of the time. He did however have the first six seasons of the Simpson's memorized, and had beaten almost every video game he owned several times over.
On top of the divorce, David's father had just died, and he hadn't taken it well. He was taking some time off from school while he tried to figure some things out.
Rachel had decided to intervene and had dragged David, almost literally, to a wedding a thousand miles away where he knew absolutely no one. To top it off he was not only crashing someone's wedding, but was imposing himself on the bride and groom since Rachel was staying with them. Rachel swore it wouldn't be awkward and they were all nerds and would get along well.
Apparently everyone staying in the house was in grad school for one science or another.
After knocking on the door David was introduced to Taylor, the groom. Taylor was a definitely a nerd, but a neat guy. He was a big guy, a few inches over 6 feet and round, but really nice and easy to laugh. He apologized for Kristen, his fiancΓ©e, not being there, however she and the maid of honor were out shopping for dresses for the rehearsal dinner the next night.
David and Rachel unpacked their things while Taylor cooked dinner. Rachel felt a little sick, and was tired from the drive, so she went to bed early. David and Taylor talked about grad students that couldn't solder circuit boards, and laughed while waiting for the wayward girls to return home.
Finally around ten they arrived.
"I'm sorry we're so late, but it was just crazy" said Kristen as they entered. She was clearly the distraught soon to be bride, freaking out about every little thing while Taylor simply tried to stay out of the way. Kristen seemed to fit Taylor; she was slightly shorter than David, and large like Taylor. She had a kind face and a voice that took over any conversation.
David smiled as Kristen launched into every crises currently going on two days before the wedding. Finally she sighed, and offered her hand to David.
"Hi I'm Kristen, and this is Maggie, she's the maid of honor." She said cheerfully as she made introductions.
David was almost speechless as he took Maggie's hand. Meeting a girl had been the farthest thing in the world from David's mind when he'd agreed to go on this trip, but he wasn't prepared to see someone like this. Maggie was cute. She was a slight, very petite girl; she was barely 5'1" with beautiful long black curly hair that was worn up at the moment and contrasted with her pale skin. But her most startling feature was her eyes. David had never seen eyes that were quite that shade of green, nor as bright and vivid. They were exquisite. As if they weren't beautiful enough, as the green of her irises moved outwards, there was a ring of golden flecks that made them absolutely haunting.
A nose piercing, and at least 5 rings per ear added to what David would have called her "punk rock chick" look. Even her nose was cute.
The four of them stayed up for the next few hours talking, telling funny stories and watching cartoons. Finally, Taylor aid he was going to bed and Kristen and Maggie said they had some things to get ready for tomorrow. This proved to be a slight problem since David had to sleep on the couch and they needed to work at the kitchen table which was only a few feet from the couch.
"Alright, since I can't sleep until you guys finish, what can I do to help?" asked David.
"Ever made a necklace?" asked Maggie.
"Well, you know, it's not a kickin' Saturday night unless my friends and I break out the jewelry making supplies," joked David.
"Well, we have to make one for all of the bride's maids, they're getting them as presents at the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night," said Maggie.
So, for the next couple of hours the three of them sat around the kitchen table making necklaces. The only frustrating part for David was he had big hands, whenever he bought gloves he'd have to buy X-Large, which, it turned out, was not very conducive to fitting small beads onto a thin wire. Still, he managed to do his fair share of work, and the girls managed to pry out of him all of the details of his marriage and divorce.
When it was time for bed, Maggie announced that she was staying over.
"Why don't you take the couch then," offered David.
"Oh no, you take it, I'll be fine on the recliner."
"No, I'm fine, I can sleep anywhere, you take the couch."
Maggie chuckled and said "No, you take it, you're like a foot taller than me, and I can curl up anywhere."
So, David slept on the couch, with Maggie sleeping just a few feet away on the recliner. He wished he was sleeping just a few feet away.
*****
The next day he awoke to running water, and saw Maggie and Kristen drinking tea. The three girls were already dressed and ready to go run errands that day. Taylor was on the phone dealing with a crisis. Apparently the tux place had ordered the wrong shirts for his brothers.