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Chapter 2.

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"Maybe it's not what you should say."

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"So he just said it? He didn't freak out at all or anything?" My old pal, Danny, wondered as she popped some of her chicken Caesar salad into her dark red coated lips. "What did you say?"

"Nothing, that's the thing. But that's not the point, it was just so awkward afterwards and it's never awkward between us. I feel like we're back to being freshman's when we could only ever be around each other if there were other people in the room." I was highly unsatisfied with my macaroni and cheese that was clumped and cold. Even though this place is known for having a spectacular chilled mac'n'cheese, my appetite seemed to be on a holiday and all I could think of was Jonah. Did he really mean what he said?

"It couldn't of been as bad as the first time he said I love you." I couldn't help but snort at the embarrassing memory Danny always seems to bring up.

"What was I suppose to say! I was seventeen!" My cheeks flushed as I pushed small pasta pieces around with the cafes old utensils.

"Anything but thank you! You could've at least said it back." She was having way too much fun, erupting in a fit of giggles as her brown curls fell in front of her eyes.

"Did I tell you I'm going to be a bridesmaid?" I added.

"You? At a wedding apart from your own? Who are you and what have you done with Nicole." She teased wiggling her perfect eyebrows.

"I'm serious, it's really not a big deal just a simple favor." I shrugged leaning back on the chair.

"It is too! No wonder Jonah wants to marry you. You just look like one of those girls who live and breathe union." Out of everyone I thought I would of been the last person you would look at and think marriage.

"Are you kidding me? I may love Jonah to death but marriage scares the living daylights out of me. There just seems to be so many restrictions and what not. It's like you're giving away your freedom." I explain, not really knowing what I was saying.

"Why don't you go home and ask Jonah what marriage means to him and maybe he can change your mind." Danny suggested in between sucking the loose food stuck in between her teeth with her tongue, I always told her that was annoying.

"My mind doesn't need to be changed. It's not something you can just read about and instantly love, we're talking about the rest of our lives here." I was lost for words, the more time we spent on this subject the more frightening the reality of it seemed.

"Now don't go being stubborn about this just because you don't want to be proven wrong, not all marriages are the same. Just think about it." I really hate how reasonably right she sounds right now.

"Maybe." I say whilst rolling my eyes. I'm not even that stubborn, I don't think.

"Well I'll catch you later then, Dave's probably waiting at the flat. Thanks for lunch by the way." I swear last week her boyfriend was called Isaac, but then again she isn't really one to settle down and here she is trying to talk me into marriage.

"Wait what do I say to Jonah?"

"Maybe it's not what you should say." She leaves me hanging as she runs off and whistles for a taxi.

I tried my hardest to concentrate on the road, turning into the same parking space I was parked in before I left for my lunch break with Danny. The heat today was more bearable than the usual scorching temperatures. I wore a sensible black skirt that hugged my hips nicely and a plain black blazer than covered the usual white undershirt. With that, I trotted in a pair of small white heels to go with my undershirt. My hair was neatly pulled back and my make up was elegant yet immaculate.