Dream

Chapter 24: MORE PLANS

Troye's POV

We continued to plan. We agreed on things, and we disagreed on a lot of things. Eventually, we agreed on the guest list, the song, the type of cake, the band performing, and where to have it. I've never been to a wedding, but I know there are brides and groomsmen. Tyler wants to pick the best man, and I'll pick the maid of honor. That's another thing we agreed to.

Everything was set in order. Everything from the venue to the food to eat. I felt satisfied. I felt we had accomplished something that is needed for couples around the world. For example, you can't really have a wedding without a place to go, and people to invite. It could just be a wedding in the sky, and just the couple and nobody else. Even though that, of course, is not possible unless someone is there flying you.

A couple hours after we finished planning for today, I thought of future plans for after the wedding. Would we have kids? Would we move to the suburbs? Would we create successful lives even though we already were happy with where we were? I knew the answer to a few of these questions, but they still lingered my mind.

One, I knew we would have kids. I mean, Tyler wants a boy named Levi. I want a girl though, possibly named Ellie or Elizabeth. I liked Ellie better though. Two, I don't know if we would move to the suburbs. I kind of like the fiasco that is a major, big city like Los Angeles. I'm also 98% sure we will keep pursuing YouTube, and becoming more successful, I mean, duh, why would I want to stop doing what I love? THAT IS RUDE.

When I snapped back to reality, I realized Tyler wasn't sitting next to me, instead, he was in his office, leaving me with the wedding pictures we had printed out just thirty minutes earlier.

I grabbed my laptop, which had a picture of a fancy-looking venue/ballroom on it. I closed the picture out, and went on Tumblr. There, I saw many Troyler edits, which I love so dearly.

I found one photo, that stood above all. A blurry edit of us, Tyler with his silvery-blond hair, and me with my normal quiff. We were standing outside on what looked like a golf course, and we were wearing gray suits. I noticed rings around our fingers, and our smiles were jolly and grand. I smiled at the thought of our wedding photo looking like this, but in focus, of course. I got up from the couch, with my laptop, and stumbled into Tyler's office, where he was editing and scrolling through Tumblr.

"Hey Tyler," I beamed.

"What, little boy?" he interrogated. He knew I hated when he did that, so I scrunched my face at him.

"Look at this picture I found on dear Tumblr." I opened my laptop, and the picture popped up on the screen. Tyler smiled at the sight of it, and thinking about it made me happy.

"Should I have my hair that color for the wedding? Or should I keep it a dirty blonde? It's up to you, Twink Sivan." He smiled his giant smile. He leaned back in his desk chair, waiting for an answer, apparently.

I snapped out of the state I was in, which was staring and smiling profusely. I shook my head, and answered, "Oh I think you should dye it back to silvery-blonde. It's cute." I smiled from ear to ear. "Definitely it'll be the cutest thing."

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