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Foolish Ideas (Mark)

"That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea. Let's do it and see what happens," Mark smirked at me. I grinned back, gave him a peck on the lips, and ducked into the car. Mark followed suit, and we took off into the night. 

I had simply suggested that we run away together. Elope in a far-off country away from the eyes of the media and fans. As we sped off towards the airport, I booked up plane tickets to Las Vegas, where we could elope, and then tickets to Cabo, where we could relax in peace for once. Mark reached over and gripped my hand. I could only imagine how nervous he must be. I truly didn't think he'd be on board; I was half-joking honestly. But he had taken me up on the idea, and here we were. 

We pulled into the airport parking lot a while later and climbed out of the car. We hadn't really packed; it had been very spur of the moment, but in our minds, we could find things we needed when we got to where we wanted to be. We climbed out of the car and headed into the airport hand in hand. 

We boarded the plane about an hour later, without small carry-on bags and nothing else to our names—just each other, which is all we needed and wanted in the end anyway. 

It wasn't a long plane ride to Las Vegas; in actuality, we could've driven, but this was more fun. We hopped off the plane and headed straight for a hotel deep in the strip. We planned on eloping tomorrow evening, in a small wedding chapel not far from our hotel. We curled up in bed early that night, so we could get an early start and spend the next day shopping. 

Early the following day, we headed out onto the strip, ducking in and out of stores, grabbing clothes for the next few days, and I even snagged a cute dress for the eloping. We met back up at the hotel, and I gleefully showed Mark the dress I'd gotten. He lit up, tears brimming his eyes. 

"God, I love you." He said, almost sternly, as he hugged me to his chest in a tight embrace. I giggled and kissed his neck. 

"I love you, Mark," I said against his skin. He chuckled now and pulled back, wiping his eyes. 

"Sorry. The dress just...got me," He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I rolled my eyes playfully. 

I shooed him off so I could get ready, and we could meet at the chapel later. 

Maybe an hour later, I found myself walking down the red-carpeted aisle towards a suit-clad Mark. He was openly crying this time, sniffling and wiping his eyes as I approached him. The piano music roared in my ears, my heart beating out of my chest. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this.