It was Supposed to be Us

Twenty Nine

POV-Luke Patterson

I just asked Reggie to marry me in front of thousands of people, many of which stopped to watch us. Reggie was staring at me for a few seconds after I asked the big question and I was scared he was about to say no. We are, afterall, only nineteen years old and we're never getting older. If he says no, I don't know what I'll do. . .

"Yes!" Reggie said excitedly after keeping me in suspence. "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"

"Wait, really?" I asked, for some reason needing confirmation.

"Yes!" Reggie laughed and I stood up and kissed the love of my life. I couldn't resist it.

When we pulled away I slid the ring on his finger. I would trade anything in the world to relive this moment and see his smile anytime I wanted. I kissed his beautiful lips again, and less than thirty seconds later we heard cops shouting at us. I took Reggie's hand and turned to them.

"You're ruining my moment," I told the cops.

"You need help, kid," the cop told us.

"Wait, we know you," Reggie smiled. "You're the cop who stopped us in the donut place because you thought Luke and I were together because we had a little girl with us."

"I knew it," the cop said. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Let's try the hard way," I smirked.

"Boy, I-" the cops started, but stopped when Reggie made himself flicker.

The crowd around us screamed and ran away from us and the cops immediatly drew their weapons.

"Hit me with your best shot!" I told them as I spread my arms out.

"And fire away!" Reggie finished, ignoring the fact that this is a modern reference as well.

The cops looked confused and Reggie and I weren't really phased at all. Reggie suddenly teleported to be behind the few cops here and none of them saw or heard him. Until he spoke.

"You know, those guns would be much more effective if you had them aimed at living people," Reggie smirked and teleported away as the cops turned to look at him.

"Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me," Reggie taunted them.

"Gladly," I smirked and kissed my fiancé. That's when we heard shots fired and Reggie and I quickly teleported back to T.K's and Carlos's. We were both laughing as we landed on our bed. T.K and Carlos would be back in an hour which means Reggie and I have the night to ourselves.

"Hey, baby?" Reggie asked.

"Yes, love?" I replied.

"How are we going to get married?" Reggie questioned.

"Eloped," I exlained. "We'll sneak in, fill out the papers, set the day as Febuary fourteenth and the date as the year we died. So 1996."

"That makes sense," Reggie nodded. "But why Febuary fourteenth?"

"Cuz I want to marry you as soon as possible," I smiled.

"Then why are we here?" he asked.

"I have't been laid since before we died."

"That is not true!"

"It is!"

"You got a blowjob and a half way getting laid until we were interrupted by T.K and Carlos."

"Get your cute ass over here."

I pulled Reggie on top of me and the events that followed were similar to our first time.