Her Merman - Her Captive.

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I grabbed some iteams for breakfast.

"So, how do you feel about making Breakfast bowls?"

I say as I bring out some of my favourite ingredients, I watch her run around the kitchen by getting her favourites.

"Good, the best part is that we both are having what the other makes."

She spoke, hold up what?

"I didn't agree to that."

I whisper with a pout as she giggles.

"Come on, it will be good! We'll know what each other likes, plus we need to find a story on how we met that is not me making you my captive, a story that is believing, we can do that by seeing what both of us like."

She has a point, I sighed in defeat as I could see her smile.

She brought out two plates and placed them on a counter.

By the time she did that I had a pan out, I was mixing some eggs with diced onions, spinach, salt and pepper.

I put it in the pan which had oil in it as I started to scramble my eggs, I'll admit I wasn't that focused since I used to take some glances to see what she was making, I saw her taking a small bowl and putting yoghurt in it, strawberry yoghurt. She was working very quick as she removed a chocolate cookie and broke it into pieces to place above the yoghurt.

I watched her hands move across the counter as I kept scrambling my eggs before removing it and ofcourse starting to cook some fish.

My plate so far had some eggs on it while Scarlet's had a small yoghurt bowl that had bits of chocolate cookies sprinkled above while having some thin pancakes on the side.

I kept cooking my fish as I filled my plate slowly with more foods that I liked.

Her plate had yoghurt, pancakes, fruits, and orange juice.

While mine contained food such as fish, scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes, and a glass of milk.

When I  presented her mine and she presented me hers as we placed it on the table.

"Damn, why'd I actually predict you'd make this?"

She said as I looked at her amused.

"Maybe, you read my mind?"

I saw her shrug as she took a seat, I mimicked her and sat infront of her.

I took a fork and started eating her pancakes, it tasted really good, the whole room basically smelt like food even tho we cleaned and washed all the dishes after we were done.

"So, is this a date?"

I say, I mean why wouldn't? It could be like a homemade date in her house, just us eating food which the other one likes, what could go wrong? It could also be a good date.

"I mean, if you want it to-."

I immediately cut her off.

"Its a date."

"You really want it to be believable?"

She said as she took a bite of the eggs, she looked so amused.

I nodded as she then looked up at me, she looked so beautiful.

I'm convinced I have Stockholm Syndrome, which is something I should've never had.

"Alright, so the fake story on how we met."

She says as we both take a few bites, both of us giving some ideas.

The suggestions were at a coffee shop, the mall, at a friends place, maybe we bumped into each other on a street, concerts, and many more ideas on how we could have met.

After we were discussing and finishing up as the dishes were all clean when we were done eating, we ending up sitting down and writing some idea's down on the same book where each one of us wrote our vows in, my notebook already had some ideas scribbled down, same for hers but she was definitely brainstorming more than me.

In the end we both decided on one thing, I mean we technically did meet at a beach, but instead of me being her captive the story was different.

She bumped into me, I helped her, when we looked at eachothers eyes we found it as love at first sight, we chatted the whole day and exchanged numbers and met daily, then I went to do the mission to get the necklace back which turned out to be from her, we got more closer and I told her the truth, she told me hers. The necklace was then back where it belonged, and in the end we got closer as I went to ask her for marriage, she accepted and we both ended up being engaged with the wedding being in less than two months.

That would be our fake story which we both would agree on.

Now I just need to hope that both our parents believe it, especially our siblings.