Ch. 7: The Picnic Date...Sort of?

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Ah, 7 in the morning, such a nice morning as well, The sounds of the birds chirping, the wind whistling and the soft ray of warm sunshine through my window. 

And there was this, delicious soft smell, of hmm...Chocolate! I quickly jumped off my bed and wore my bunny slippers, running down the stairs, the chocolatey scent, leading my legs.

And I reached, Ooo the doorway! 

''Ah, Good morning, Camilla...! I brought you some chocolate for our....picnic...i- uh- gahhhhh-''

''Date?'' I chuckled.

''Uhm...yes.''

''Thanks Eli! Now, help me with my outfit! Should I wear this yellow flowing dress or just my usual jeans?''

''Which is more comfortable for you?''

''Def, the jeans and the hoodie.''

''Ok! then the jeans it is!''

''Are you sure..? You look good!''

''Yes im sure, I just want you to be happy and comfy today.''

''Oh...! Thanks Eli, Now Lets go and start our Fake date!''

''Oh uh yeah..sure. Our fake date...''

''Is something wrong?''

''Oh uhm no not at all''

Time skip to the picnic.

I sat down on the pink picnic blanket Elijah brought for the picnic.
It turns out he brought his guitar, He was good at playing it and singing too.
We ate the chocolate bunny buns and the butterscotch cake! And he lead me to a forest, it was really pretty, cherry blossom trees were everywhere and i loved every second of it.

He lead me to a mountain behind the forest and held my hand. I looked around expecting the worst. Was he going to kidnap me...? 

When I turned back around he was on his knee holding out a diamond ring. His hair was in a different arrangement this time, and that was when i realized..

''WAIT. WAIT WHAT? Eli..? Is that you from middle school...? My best friend?''

''You finally realized huh?'' He smiled.

''I didn't recognize you!''

''Anyways, I never actually gave you a ring for our marriage soo?''

''YES! Well maybe? well idk-''

''Just take the ring god dammit bitch''

''Oh you dumbass you are sooo dead.''


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