Bianca sighed, frustrated, throwing her hands up in the air.
Wes laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "What now?"
"I'm no good at this planning stuff. I'm hopless." She whined.
"Oh come on. I cant be that hard. And remember we are doing this together. Its okay to ask for my help," Wes reminded her. "What are you trying to decide now?"
"Colors," Bianca stated.
"Thats simple. Whats your favorite color?"
"Thats just it! I dont know!" Bianca flopped her head down on the table. "Besides you have to have more than one color dipshit."
Wes chuckled. "Okay, okay. Well, uhm. So dont decide on a favorite color. Narrow it down to a few that go together."
"Well I dont want them all to be just colors I like. We're doing this together, 'member?" Bianca teased, relaxing a little bit.
Wes paused a moment, thinking.
"Blue," he said at last.
"Blue?" Bianca raised an eyebrow. "What kind of blue? Be more specific here."
"Hmmm. Dark blue. Not too dark. But dark blue."
"Okay, okay, now go away so I can concentrate," Bianca began shuffling through the color cards for the blue.
"Ouch," Wes winced, slapping his chest.
"Im sorry. Im starving," Bianca grabbed his hand, gently swinging it back and forth. "Will you cook for me?"
Wes rolled his eyes and let out a huff, peering down at Bianca in her chair. She stuck out her bottom lip and pulled a very pathetic puppy dog face.
"Alright, fine," he replied, stalking off into the kitchen.
"I love you!" Bianca called after him.
"Yeah, yeah," she heard him mumble, banging around in the cupboards.
Bianca focused her attention back to the covered table before her. Numerous colored cards lay scattered about with every imaginable color. She had already found the dark, but not too dark blue, and was holding it in her hand. She swept it across the table, waiting for another color to catch her eye.
After a while Wes came back with a two bowls of steaming top ramen, placing one in front of Bianca.
She gave him a look as if to say, Really? I ask you to cook and you make ramen? What are you 13?
"Hey," Wes pointed his fork at her. "You weren't specific, so be thankful for what you got."
She rolled her eyes at him and began slurping up the noodles. Bianca could really care less what she was eating she was just hungry. They sat in silence, the only noise the occasional slurp of a noodle on someones lip. When bianca finished she pushed her bowl aside and gathered up the cards she had selected.
"What do you think?" She asked, displaying them to Wes. She had trouble finding colors to match the dark blue, and settled for the same blue only a few shades lighter and another lighter than that, white, and a turquoisey green color.
Wes surveyed them, slowly chewing his noodles. "Not bad. Well, done dipshit."
"Oh, shut up," Bianca teasingly slapped his for head with the white card. Then she layed them all out in front of her, staring at them with her brow creased.
"Hey," Wes interrupted after a moment, placing his bowl down Bianca looked up at him, distractedly. "I know this whole thing is stressing you out and driving you mad. But listen, it doesnt have to be perfect. It will be perfect as long as we're together."
"Aww," Bianca cooed, leaning forward and kissing him softly on the lips.
"But it better look good," Wes said pulling back. Bianca slapped his shoulder and grinned, while he gathered up the bowls and placed a kiss on top of her head as he took the dishes to the sink.
Bianca stared at the colors once more, trying to decide if this is what she wanted her final decision to be. Wes had liked it and Bianca liked it too, but she just felt unsure. The whole idea of planning a wedding made her feel unsure. And once again she got lost in thought straring at those infernal cards.
"B," Wes's voiced sounded softly beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head in the crook of her neck and tickling it with his lips.
"Quit it," Bianca laughed trying to wiggle away from him, but he held her tight with his strong arms.
"Not until you say you'll come to bed with me," he mumbled against her skin, still tickling.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Im coming," Bianca practically shouted, ripping herself free.
Wes laughed and extend his hand, nodding his head a little at her, telling her to take it. Bianca intertwined their fingers and followed Wes up stairs into her bedroom.
*sorry for taking so long on a short chapter but I have been really busy lately. Will try to update more often*
