𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒, k.jacobs

THIRTY EIGHT.

THIRTY EIGHT ;
M.J.

real life !

"Hey Mars?" Karl asked as he slowly laid down next to her on the grass where she had been watching the stars. "Can I...um, can I ask you a question?"

Marley frowned up at where she could just barely make out Karl's silhouette. "Of course you can. What's up?"

He sighed and silently reached for her hand, "I don't want to make things awkward."

"You think it could make things more awkward than they were a few weeks ago?"

He hummed, "Potentially."

Marley tensed, "You're kind of freaking me out, not gonna lie. Last time you approached a question like this directed towards me you told me—,"

"I know what I told you," he said with a wince. "That's not—I'm not going to say I don't want to be your boyfriend again, Mars. Don't worry."

She relaxed slightly at his words, "Okay. What's wrong then?"

"Did I, um...did I ruin my chances? For like the future or whatever? Not that i'm going to ask right now! Don't worry. Just...future potential plans. Did I screw thongs up too badly for you to even consider it anymore?"

Marley was quiet for a few painfully long seconds, effectively making Karl start panicking. "Not thag i'm rushing you into anything! Just...I was just curious. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Actually, you can just forget I said anything at all! I—,"

She cut off his rant by lightly placing a hand over his mouth, "Karl," she started, sounding a weird mix of amused and serious. "If you messed things up so badly between us that I would stop considering spending the rest of my life with you, I wouldn't of gotten back with you. We wouldn't be here right now talking about future plans. I love you, Karl Jacobs. I love you and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. After what we just went through you don't need to put yourself through even thinking about that right now. Just because there's not a ring on my finger right now doesn't mean that I don't want to spend forever with you."

"Careful, Mars. Keep talking to me like that and I'll start thinking you have a little crush on me," he said, grin evident in his voice.

Marley snorted and lightly squeezed his hand, "I don't know where you'd get that crazy idea from, Jacobs."

He ignored her, instead choosing to let out a happy giggle. "Marley Jacobs has a pretty nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"What about Karl Langdon?"

"Ha, absolutely not. Mars Jacobs. I think it sounds perfect."

She grinned and moved to rest her head against hs shoulder, "And if I decide I want to keep my last name?"

"Hyphenation is always an option, I guess."

"For you?"

He hummed and brought her hand to his mouth, pressing a light kiss against her knuckles. "If that's what it takes."

"I'm just messing with you," she said after a few seconds of comfortable silence. "My mom already tells people Jacobs is my last name, so I guess I don't really have an option—,"

"Of course you do," he insisted.

"—not that I want a different option...even if that means my initials are going to be M.J."

He nodded, "Does that make me Peter Parker?"

"I could kinda see it, honestly. It's a good thing i'm not Gwen though, huh? That would end pretty badly."

Karl sighed and moved to rest his head on top of hers, "That was absolutely too soon. I'm going to have to ask you to please be quiet now and just watch the stars before you hurt my feelings again."

Marley snickered, "Whatever you say, Mr. Langdon—oh my god. What about our sons last name? Hyphenated or just Langdon?"

"Jacobs," he said, leaving no room for argument. "Now shh. Let me mourn my movie girlfriend."

She laughed softly and squeezed his hand again, "Okay, whatever. I'll just think about my movie boyfriend, Andrew Garfield."

As Karl made himself comfortable and pulled her closer, Marley only thought about how thankful she was that it was dark enough to hide the stupid grin on her face as she thought about how right Marley Jacobs sounded to her.

A/N
I DONT KNOW HOW TO END THIS BOOK.
TWO CHAPTERS LEFT THAT WILL COME WHENEVER I FIGURE OUT WHAT TF TO DO IN THEM