That morning, after a too relaxing weekend, I woke up feeling sickly, and I just knew that I shouldn't have consumed all those ice creams last night. Monday just became a whole lot of worse.
Aimee's boyfriend Preston was visiting so I pretty much forcefully inserted myself into their dates in the form of the most annoying third-wheel of the world (and I was pretty good at it, too). They went to watch a movie — I inserted myself between their seats so they weren't able to hold hands, they tried to feed each other chips, I ate from both of their hands, they went to kiss each other — I shoved chips onto their faces. Admittedly, I felt bad about ruining their time together so in compensation, I helped Preston sneak into Aimee's bedroom for whatever it was they wanted to do. If you know what I mean.