Gold Dust Woman (Stanford Pines x OC)

7.) Witchy Woman

she held me spellbound in the night, dancing shadows and firelight

  "My parents want to come up here, is there any way you can build us a fake house that's nicer than this one just for the weekend?" Ford bursts through Celia's door urgently.

  Celia doesn't even flinch. Her fingers continue to glide over the piano keys, completely unfazed by Ford's panicked entrance.

  "Yeah."

  "Yeah? That's it?" Ford blinks, thrown off by her casual response.

  "I've done crazier things for less." Celia shrugs, her focus still on the melody she's playing.

  "My parents lost it when I said I'm marrying a girl they haven't met so they're rushing over here. You're gonna meet the people who created me, Celia," He says, shutting the door behind him before throwing himself on the couch in her music room. "They're gonna have a million questions and my dad's probably only gonna be worried about the money and ask if your parents are paying for the wedding. What are we gonna tell them then? Are we gonna lie and say your parents are dead? My ears turn red when I lie, I can't do this."

  "I'm not worried, Ford. If I can win you over, I can win them over. I'll charm them no problem. I'll charm the pants off of them! Er- wait, no, not that," She clears her throat. "We can just say my parents are paying for the wedding but they can't come because they're climbing Everest or something. And then the money 'from my parents' will just be my money and they won't have to know."

  "You're not paying for our entire wedding," Ford tells her.

  "I mean, you're using your grant money to be here. Neither of us has real jobs but my not real job is what brings in a disgusting amount of money from album sales and tickets just went on sale for the tour. What even is our wedding? What do you want?" She asks.

  "I don't know but we'll figure something else out, I have my savings still." Ford sighs, running a hand through his hair.

  "I don't want to upset you but I'm gonna say this just so you know truly how much I make, I could probably buy this place from you ten or more times. Coming here has really made me save more money because crack is expensive and I can't get that here." Celia half-jokes.

   "Celia, you can't just say things like that. My parents are... different. They're going to expect certain things, you know? Traditions, propriety—my dad's probably going to insist on looking at my finances to see if I'm 'capable' of taking care of you." Ford groans, pressing his palms into his eyes.

  "Again, I don't want to sound vain or anything but do they know who I am?" She asks.

  "That's beside the point, Cel!"

  "Then we both know he's gonna have a heart attack when he sees those finances," Celia teases, barely looking up from her piano.

  "It's not funny," Ford mutters. "I just... I want them to be okay with this, with us. And they're not going to be if they think you're paying for everything. That's not how it's supposed to work. I'm gonna be your husband, your money should be yours and mine should be ours."

  "Ford, it's okay. I don't need a royal wedding or some big grand affair. I'd be just as happy marrying you in a closet with no electricity. I don't care about the money or what your parents think about it. I just want to be with you." She finally stops playing and turns to look at him.

  "But you deserve more than that, Cel. You deserve the world. And I wish I could be the one to give it to you but what if I can't? Even if I so desperately want to," He sighs. "I just want everything to be perfect for you. I want them to see you the way I do."