Red Cure (on hold)

Part 25

January 5, 2040 11:00 pm

No unearthly text messages from Marine Stevens yet, Peter on the other hand has been texting me for the last three hours. He reinstated the ‘save Sharp’s reputation’ aka sleeping in different beds thing again once we started traveling on the ground. I realize he’s trying to preserve my ‘honor’ (what’s left of it), but there at least three reasons why he’s being a stupid doody head.

#1 We’re married, in like, real life.

#2 No one else would know (or care for that matter)

#3 As much as I’ve said it before I need him to hold me at night. But no, we can’t do that. I realize that maybe he doesn’t want to lose feeling in his arm but he’s comfy and I’m selfish.

Oh, and another thing he’s decided is we can’t have the actual wedding to go along with this marriage until I’m eighteen. I think it’s ridiculous to wait to have a real ceremony when my birthday is eight months away. We might as well wait for two years as eight months.

I’m seventeen years old and my maturity level is much higher than most of the seventeen year olds I met in my old Compound. And people were getting married at twelve and thirteen in the middle ages. If it was back then I’d be considered a spinster. A really old spinster; like, thirty or something.

I think it’s stupid but if that’s what he wants fine, but he can’t come crying to me when he changes his mind because I’ve decided that the new wedding date is going to be March 14th 2041.

January 5, 2040 12:10 pm

I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t marry Sharp until she’s of legal age. If we ever have children and the world goes back to something similar to normal that what could we say about having responsible relationships, they’d be all like ‘You and Mom can’t say that a seventeen year old can’t get married when Mom was that old when you guys got married.’ And I’d be all like ‘It was much different back then Ariel, and I wasn’t thirty like Albert is.’ And then we’d get into a huge fight and she would run off and marry thirty year old Albert and we would never see her again and then Sharp would say that I handled it badly and then we would get divorced because of all the arguing and Eugene and Pocahontas would side with Sharp and then they would all leave and live with Ariel and Albert, and then Albert would reveal that he was actually Mormon and he would marry Pocahontas and they would be sister wives and then Eugene would leave and join a biker gang and become a serial killer because his home life was so messed up and then Sharp would go sky diving and die in a tragic accident and then I would die alone with the knowledge that if I had just put my foot down then none of that would have happened.

I don’t want anything similar to that to happen in any kind of future. Yes I miss her already, but is it worth the little bit of comfort I would get now, or is keeping Arial and Pocahontas from being sister wives, Eugene becoming a biker serial killer and Sharp from dying more important?

I think we all know the answer to that.

January 9, 2040 10:56 am

I appreciate the fact that he wants to do the right thing but it gets in the way sometimes.

I have the sudden urge to play the piano, like we did so long ago in that house; or maybe browse through some books. I’ll see if maybe we can explore a city or two.

January 19, 12:00 pm

I commandeered our vehicle and drove us to a large city. Peter didn’t appreciate my climbing onto his lap and forcing him to switch seats with me. I don’t know why but I seem to have a better command over the new beautiful car we’re driving when its going at top speed. I’m glad because it was really annoying when my fear wouldn’t let me go any faster than ten miles an hour.