A Match Made in Hell

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Before I know it, it's suddenly July and I can barely process anything that has been happening since last October.

It's scary, how soon time passes. Creeps me out knowing we'll all be dead and 6 feet underground someday.

Though that is how life is, there's nothing I can do about it. People come and they go, they live their lives and die eventually.

"So?" Clay suddenly asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"So what?"

"Watch your fucking tone when you talk to me." He looks at me up and down, seeming offended. "Did you think about it?" He suddenly changes the subject.

"I did, yeah." I nod, my voice barely above a whisper.

"And...?" Aaliyah signs for me to go on, asking for more details about what I mean.

"I'm gonna do it." I say without turning to her, blushing as I do so. A wide smile spreads across my face as the two stand up and hug eachother as they celebrate.

"Fucking," clay gasps for air, "finally!"

"Holy shit, I feel so special for knowing this." Aaliyah laughs, a loud and contagious giggle escaping her throat.

"If you guys tell anyone-"

"Oh, come on! Who would we even tell?" Clay rolls his eyes.

"George." I shrug. Raising both my hands up in the air as he shakes his head in annoyance.

"Okay, scratch that, but when are you going to do it?" Aaliyah asks impatiently, clays mood immediately switches, too, like he's also interested in knowing.

"Probably today." I fidget with my fingers, looking down at the floor as I zone out. "I'll do it tomorrow if I can't today. The sooner, the better."

"And how, exactly are you going to do it?"

"I don't know." I shake my head, all the questions are stressing me out even more. "I want to have a moment with him alone, but I also want it to be a huge celebration with everybody."

"I think it should be the two of you alone." Clay says. "We can celebrate once you get home or something, stop rushing. Take him out and talk to him, then do whatever the fuck you need to do."

My feet are tapping against the wooden floor uncontrollably, my thighs shaking and my entire body trembling.

This could fuck everything up, but it could also make everything so much better.

Even though I'm almost certain that nothing bad will happen, the thought still freaks me out. I feel like I'm nervous for no reason at all, but it makes my heart jump out of my chest, this whole situation.

I curse at myself in my mind repeatedly, over and over, and it makes me feel even more fucking, knowing how much I'm overreacting and over exaggerating this.

But it must be done, I have to do this.

As scary as it is, I'm gonna fucking do it. It's gonna get up on my fucking feet and propose to him, and just hope for the best.

"Go get some rest for a few hours, you can start worrying later." Clay says, smacking my shoulder. "You can do it," he says more calmly and gently this time, "good luck, I believe in you."

And, fuck, I wish I could start believing in myself this much, too.

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"Are you sick?" He suddenly panics, touching my face and my forehead for any signs of a fever or something of that sort.

"I'm not sick, Karl." I giggle quietly, he still doesn't look so convinced. He's adorable, truly. I love everything about him, but especially this. I love his small acts of kindness, everything he does just makes me fall inlove with him harder every second.

"Okay." He nods, taking a step back. "Is something wrong? Is there something you want to talk about? You know you can always talk to me, right?" He holds my hands in his, and I realise how cold they are once I feel them burning when Karl's skin meets mine.

"No, I'm okay." I escape his grip and run a hand through his hair. "I'm okay, there's nothing to talk about."

He looks up at me, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue like he knows I'm lying and he's waiting for me to give up and say something. "Come on, baby. I know something is wrong, what's gotten into you?"

I look away, my face blushing when I realise I don't have an excuse. "Could we- uh—" I scratch the back of my neck, my face heating up like I'm a teenage girl being asked out by her crush. "Could I take you out on a date? Today?"

His face lights up, a small smile finding its way across his face. "Of course, lover boy." He laughs quietly as he presses a kiss onto my forehead. "When should I start getting ready?"

"Considering you take more than an hour, you should probably start now." I laugh, though I wasn't exactly joking, he doesn't take any offense.

He rolls his eyes playfully, pecking my lips and walking off to our room, probably to change.

And holy shit, I can't believe he's my boyfriend in first place, much less my fiancé or my husband.

I should probably work on believing in myself more.

I follow Karl into the room, also wanting to get ready so he won't have to wait for me, incase a miracle will happen and he'll actually get ready in less than an hour.

I watch him as he looks through the closet, throwing some pieces of clothes onto the floor or the bed when he dislikes them.

"Where are we going? How should I dress?" Karl doesn't even turn to me, he's still digging into the closet like a maniac.

"Me, personally, I was thinking of wearing a sui-"

"Yeah because you always wear suits, Nicholas." He rolls his eyes, and I don't think he was exactly joking when he said that, because I think it actually could be true.

"Just because you said that, im not wearing a suit today." I shake my head. Though I know he was right, I'll still do my best to prove myself right and prove Karl wrong.

He suddenly gasps, smiling at me like he can't believe it. "You aren't joking?"

"I'm not." I smile. He claps his hands in joy, like he still cannot believe it.

"Can I pick your outfit for you?" Still so joyful and happy for such a small thing, fuck, it's so adorable. It's one of the never ending things I love about this boy.

"Yeah, you can." He quickly rushes to my closet, but I pull his back by his shoulder.

"Nu-uh. You get dressed first."

"Seriously?" He rolls his eyes, looking up at me. I nod at him with a smile, and he smiles back like the annoyance was all an act.

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I wanted to write it all in one chapter, but then I realised it would have been better if it were 2