Picking Up the Pieces of My Life:

Prologue

"What am I doing with myself?" I whispered as I placed another spoonful of fluffy ice cream on my tongue. I let the cool treat melt in my mouth, savouring the sweet taste and longing for it to fill my empty heart. I was at Dairy Queens with a huge blizzard in front of me. Tears stained mascara onto my face and as I sat hunched over my ice cream I played that question over and over in my mind.

was a wreck... Maybe I shouldn't have punched him... I thought. But he soooo deserved it! And so the war with myself began, and then I just ended up crying and sobbing. I watched as a puddle of tears gathered on my ice cream.

"After eight years..." I whispered as more tears fell from my eyes.

I was getting weird looks from the people in the other booths but I didn't care. I had been engaged... and then some bitch showed up... she ruined everything. I thought I knew him; from his dimples to his shining blue eyes. Apparently I didn't.

But this isn't some sad, 'poor me' story. No. This is the story of how I picked up the pieces of my life and moved on. And probably did some very crazy and stupid and rash things with some guy I met at Dairy Queens.

Chapter one:

"Hi, can I take your order?" The guy at the front desk of dairy Queens said. I was almost in too much of a daze to answer.

"Umm, yeah..." I stared at him. He was all blurry in my vision, nothing more than a face and a voice. Just some guy at Dairy Queen's, I thought. I would have never guessed that I would come to love this jerk. He waved a hand in front of my face.

"Are you going to order any time soon? I've got people waiting." He gestured the people in line behind me. Normally I would have yelled at him and told him that it was no way to talk to a customer, but I wasn't my usual self.

"Yeah... umm... can I have a cookie dough blizzard?" I asked, trying not to cry.

"Yeah."

He punched in the order and hollered "Next," I gave him my money and he took it from my hands. That was when I first glimpsed at the credit-card of my ex-fiancé. It was in my wallet, in a slot where I kept my library card and other cards of places I liked.

"Hey," I looked up from my wallet and the guy handed me my ice cream. I gave him a weak smile and chose to sit at a booth in the far back corner of the store, next to the washrooms. I placed my wallet on the table, and sat there unsure of what to do. Should I head home and be care free? Or... maybe...? Who am I kidding... The best plan I could come up with was phoning my friend in Japan and bug her on her honeymoon. Mom wasn't an option either, she was against the wedding to begin with and let's not even talk about dear daddy-o.

I stared at my ice cream as if it held all the answers. I dug the spoon in the cup and brought the ice cream to my mouth with a wavering hand.

"What am I doing with myself?" I whispered as I placed another spoonful of fluffy ice cream on my tongue. I let the cool treat melt in my mouth, savouring the sweet taste and longing for it to fill my empty heart. I was at Dairy Queens with a huge blizzard in front of me. Tears stained mascara onto my face and as I sat hunched over my ice cream I played that question over and over in my mind.

I was a wreck... Maybe I shouldn't have punched him... I thought. But he soooo deserved it! And so the war with myself began, and then I just ended up crying and sobbing. I watched as a puddle of tears gathered on my ice cream.

"After eight years..." I whispered as more tears fell from my eyes.

I was getting weird looks from the people in the other booths but I didn't care. I had been engaged... and then some bitch showed up... she ruined everything. I thought I knew him; from his dimples to his shining blue eyes. Apparently I didn't. And it wasn't that he told me nicely either. He just asked for the ring back, he even had a list of things that he hated about me. He read it out loud!

Not funny.

An awful cook.

Chews loudly.

A mess to clean up after.

Never stops talking.

Small in the upper area.

Must I continue? No, this guy was a real jerk. Bottom line, he broke up with me exactly three days and a half before our wedding. And get this, his other fiancé asked him to, if it were up to him he would have let me go to the wedding and never bother to show up. And who is, said, "other fiancé"? None other but my best childhood friend. Could it get any worse? Probably.

I stopped crying and put my hands over my face. I grabbed another spoonful of ice cream and walked to the washroom. I pushed open the door and headed straight for the mirror where I took a tissue out of my purse and tried to rub the mascara off my face. I almost wanted to throw up in the trash can when I heard a masculine voice behind me clearing his throat.

"How may I help you?" It was the same guy who was behind the cashier. My cheeks flamed red as I awkwardly stood there staring at the urinals.

"Uhhhh...uhhh...," was my brilliant response. I tried to push more words from my lips but that was all that came out. If I could have kicked myself at that moment, I swear I would have. He stood there and stared at me with this stupid knowing grin on his stupid face that I just wanted to kill him for. He was just making me even more embarrassed.

I gathered all the pride I had left and tried to walk out of the bathroom. Unfortunately this didn't go so well and I landed hard on my but, slipping on a puddle of water. To make matters worse the guy started laughing at me... he had this adorable little snort as he laughed and his brown eyes lit up in the light of the guys' washroom.

"Oh god," I tried to get up but I was too busy laughing at myself, so I just stayed on the floor gripping at my stomach while laughing my guts out.

"Do- do you ne-need help up?" The guy asked in between fits of laughter. I shook my head but stuck my hand out regardless and he grabbed it and pulled me up but ended up falling himself that made me laugh harder. And suddenly everything was a blur around me, I was engulfed in laugher and nothing else mattered. Somehow we got out of that bathroom laughing our heads off.

Maybe it wasn't such a hot idea...

"Marc?" The guy turned to the female voice in the doorway of the store and suddenly there were eyes trained on Marc and I. The blonde strutted to us and slapped him hard in the face.

"This isn't what it looks li"- Marc tried to say, but blondie slapped him hard in the face again.

"You jerk!" She shrieked and left the store.

Meanwhile, I looked as if I was high. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault... though it clearly wasn't... I had just gone in the wrong washroom. And then, he started laughing.

"Good riddance bitch!"

I wasn't sure if I should say anything or what so I just stood there laughing as many, many people turned and stared at us.

"Umm... do you want an ice cream..?" I heard myself ask, though I wasn't sure why I was asking a complete stranger, wait, no his name was Marc, I knew that about him; if he wanted some ice cream. Ok, well, maybe I just thought he was cute and my age and I had nothing to lose. I guessed he was about twenty five or so.

I took a closer look at him, he was really not that bad looking, brown hair and... hazel? Yes, hazel eyes. Tall, about 6'1 or so and skinny, but I could tell he was strong. Overall quite a hottie.

"Umm, is there something the matter with my eyes?" He said, in a rich and low voice. I immediately looked down to my shoes as if they held all the answers. "And yes, I would love an ice cream, but a celebratory one."

He randomly grabbed my hand and started walking to the cashier with me.

"I'll have a cookie-dough ice cream. And for the miss?" He turned to me.

"I already had some..." I mumbled quietly.

"Right, and for her a triple chocolate blizzard."

I looked at him, this guy was crazy. The waitress gave us our blizzards and Marc led me outside the Dairy Queens to one of the benches. I awkwardly sat on the bench beside him while he enjoyed his ice cream and I prodded at mine with my spoon. I opened my mouth several times to say something but he just sat beside me and drummed his fingers on the edge of the bench.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to rain on your parade or anything, but aren't we getting a little friendly here, I mean, we don't even know each"- he stuck a huge spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and kept the spoon in it and stuck his hand in my face.

"Marc, you?" He still had the spoon in his mouth as he talked, and cookie-dough ice cream dripped from his mouth to his stubbly chin.

"Lynn..." I said unsure of what to say.

He took another spoonful and said "Pretty," and continued slurping up the rest of his ice cream. I sat awkwardly on the bench and ate my second ice cream of the day. He cleared his throat and said "Well, Lynn, I have to go, but that was nice." And just like that he got up from the bench and left.

"Wait," I said, calling after him.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, my head surely wasn't on my head. He turned around and said "Yes?"

"I...I... why did you buy me ice cream? It was very spontaneous."

He shrugged and replied with, "I'm a very spontaneous person."

"Oh," I said dumbly and took a seat back on the bench. "Well, bye..."

"See you," He opened the door for the Dairy Queens and left me only with my thoughts. A part of me really wanted to see him again, and another part of me just wanted to cry, so I just ended up eating the half-melted ice cream quietly on the bench. I was about to get up when I heard the door to the Dairy Queens slam shut and Marc coming towards me looking pissed about something.

"Hey, Lynn?" I looked up to see him with a huge grin spread across his face.

"Ummm, yeah?"

"Let's get out of here."

"What?" I asked, my eyes growing bigger by the second. Was he going to kidnap me or something? Was this guy actually crazy or what?

"I said, let's get out of here, come on!" He grabbed my hand just like he had before when he bought me ice cream.

"Where are we going?" I said stumbling along behind him.

"Somewhere,"

"I don't even know you!" I screamed, but my voice was lost in a huge roar of thunder. Small pitter patters of rain sounded on the asphalt pavement and my heals clicked along with it as marc pulled me along.

"Sure you do! My name is Marc, remember? I told you that." He then stared at me and whispered "I guess angels are forgetful." I involuntarily blushed and that only earned a smile on his part. We started running in the rain and I almost fell a couple of times. I asked many times where we were going, but he only answered with "It's a surprise," or "Somewhere," I didn't even think of the consequences, all that mattered was that I was having fun. Sure, I was soaked, but at least I wasn't crying over a jerk.

"C'mon, girlie, Move those legs." We sat at a bench at some park and he made me laugh, we talked about our awful day. Turned out that he had just been fired because of me and I just laughed at how awful that was. I started talking about how I was supposed to be married in three and a half days and he got this really sorrowful look on his face that I couldn't explain.

And that's when he stood up, stuck his hand out and bowed. He grabbed both my hands as I stood and pulled me close to him and... started dancing with me. I had never learned how to waltz, but he taught me in less than two minutes.

"Backwards," he said, and I stepped backwards as he stepped forwards. "Good. Now step, step. Yeah like that and then side, step , step and then backwards again." And just like that we danced in the rain to no music. It was like a fairytale of some sort. We were in a park near to the Dairy Queens and the grass was green under our shoes and the air smelled of trees, and that damp rain smell that fills your nostrils whenever it rains.

We laughed as we danced and my wet brown hair stuck to my face. He gently pushed the hair out of my face and then, just like that, he kissed me. And I stayed, I felt his lips on me, strong but gentle at the same time. Not as demanding as my ex's were. I didn't want to pull away, I don't know if it was the hormones, the cliché kiss in the rain factor or what, but I wanted to be kissed with such passion.

Before I could get used to the feeling of his lips on mine he pulled away. I was absolutely dumbstruck and wasn't capable of making a coherent sentence. "That... what?" He just shrugged.

"I told you, I'm a spontaneous person."

"I wish I was," I mumbled under my breath. He just smiled and stared at me.

"Oh, and by the way..." He pulled something out of his jeans' pocket. It was still raining so I couldn't clearly see what it was until he put it right in front of my face. I squinted.

"Is this yours?" He put a hand behind his head and gave it to me.

I saw the familiar square shape of my red wallet.

"Crap, my wallet," I said. "Where was it?"

"On the table, but... but I'll only give it to you... if..."

"If?" I asked impatiently as I tried to grab at it. He held it above my head.

"If you somehow manage to catch me..." And then he took off running. I didn't even have to think about it, I ran after him. The fresh air entered my lungs and I felt more alive than I ever had. My shoes slapped on the grass and I squinted through the rain. I tried to catch up with him, but he was really fast.

"Hey! Give it back! Are you robbing me! Hey! Come back! Marc!" He made a show of slowing down just enough for me to catch my breath and tag him. He held the wallet over my head and laughed as I tried to jump and grab it from his hands.

It was no use. I resulted to pouting. "Marc, the wallet. Now."

"Oooohhhhhh, or else?" He teased.

"Uhhhhh, I haven't thought that part through..." He just laughed and passed me the wallet. I checked that everything was inside of it and was relieved to see that nothing was touched inside of it, and that the credit card belonging to my ex was still there. I'm going to have to give this back to him...

"Wait," I said to myself.

"What?" Marc asked.

"Remember how I said I never do anything spontaneous...?"

"Yeah, why?"

"How would you like to go on an all expense paid trip with me?" I smiled a wicked grin and he seemed very confused.

"What?"

"You'll see."

A/N: Ok, I hope you guys (if anyone is reading this) like the first chapter. I have big plans for this story and i hope to get a review telling me if you like it or not. I know i havent posted much for a while, but school had been crazy-filled with homework and i've been really busy.

Anyways, just leave me a review to let me know you care! And that you still remember me.. :( if any of you still read my stuff.

- Angie :)