"Aubrey you need to tell me what's going on." Ricky demanded.
I looked over to Keaton, then back to Ricky. What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? "Hey this is my future husband." I couldn't just explain that to him. Ricky would freak out, and probably never talk to me again. I grabbed Ricky by the shirt and pulled him outside, away from everybody else.
"Aubrey, give me some answers here." Ricky pleaded.
"I can't do that." I snapped turning to look at him.
"Aubrey you have kept me in the dark for a long time. You need to tell me what is going on now. This isn't a game." He urged.
"I never said it was. God." I snapped.
"That right there. You are acting not like yourself. You're acting like your sister. You're cocky, wild, spoken up, out of control. This isn't you Aubrey." He said.
"I'm still me..." I said sadly.
"Really? Because i'm having a hard time believing that." He snapped.
"Ricky come on, you know I love you." I sighed sadly.
"With the way you've been acting lately, I really don't know if that's true or not." He growled in my face.
"I do." I said looking at the ground.
I felt more back to myself, the old Aubrey. The one who was afraid of everybody, afraid to speak up and say what was on my mind. I didn't like it.
At all.
Ricky walked over to where I stood, not talking to me or making any attempt to make me feel better. He set his arms around my shoulders and stared down at me like he expected me to say something. I looked up at him, and he pushed his lips onto mine. I kissed back, mostly as a fear that he would hurt me. He pulled away and smiled down at me.
"Good girl." He said smiling at me.
I walked back inside after a small talk with Ricky outside. The minute I walked inside I realized that everybody was gone besides Keaton who was standing in the kitchen waiting for me. I walked inside the kitchen where Keaton was standing shirtless, making dinner for us.
I smiled at how perfect he was. I wanted him, but then again I was still with Ricky. I loved Ricky, but I also wanted Keaton. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but Keaton was about to make this way more complicated.
"Did you break up with him?" He questioned me.
"Umm, yeah." I lied.
"Really?" He smiled at me, walking towards me.
"Yeah, I did." I lied again.
Keaton walked over to where I stood. He bent his knees down a little bit. He grabbed my waist, and lifted me off of my feet. He lifted me over his head and then brought me down slowly and kissed me. I kissed back until he walked me over and set me down on the counter, him standing in between my legs.
"You really want to marry me?" He asked.
"Keaton of course I do." I smiled.
I wasn't lying. I really did want to marry Keaton. Not only because it ment he could stay here but because I really did like Keaton. I wanted him badly, but then again I wanted Ricky. Was this ever going to get easy? Or was it always going to be hard?
"Do you want kids one day?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Well, I never put much thought into it you know?" He frowned a little.
