The Lives of Two 19 Year Old S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents

Chapter 18 - SRM Day part 1

"Are you sure you want to wear heels?" I asked Chloe as she did up my dress. I was wearing a long, black, halterneck dress with an open back. It had a floor length skirt and I was wearing it with shiny black stilettos.

"Anaiya, I'll be fine," she replied.

"You sure? You have to wear them all day and you only got off crutches 10 days ago," I reminded her as I put my arms around her neck. She was wearing a long, red, strapless dress with lots of layers of ruffles. On her feet she wore red, strappy heels accessorized with a red heart necklace around her neck.

"Yes," she said before leaning in to kiss me. As always, the touch of our lips reignited the fire in our hearts that kept our love alive. But she pulled back.

"Anaiya, I'm sorry for what happened last month," she said, suddenly.

"Chloe, you don't have to keep apologizing about that. It's behind us and it was partly my fault anyway."

"No, I do have to keep apologizing. I hurt you and I can never forgive myself for that."

"I forgive you. Is that not enough?"

"For you maybe."

"If you hold can't learn to let go of something silly like this you will never be able to live a life like mine. As an agent, a killer."

"What if I don't want to be?"

"Can stop talking about this now? SRM day is supposed to be a happy day for celebration. Smile a bit."

As I finished speaking, she did smile. Then, we heard a car horn beep outside.

"Come on," I said. "The taxi is here. It's time to go.

On the way I read the itinerary to Chloe from my phone.

The day would consist of:

10:00 am - 11:00 am - All guests arriving.

11:00 am - 1:50 pm - Performances.

1:50 pm 2:00 pm - Director's Speech.

2:00 pm - 4:00 pm - Lunch.

4:00 pm - 6:30 pm - Performances.

6:30 pm - 9:00 pm - Dinner.

9:00 pm - 12:00 am - Dancing.

12:00 am onwards - Who the hell knows?

"I'm performing at around 5:10 pm," I informed her.

"Cool," she replied. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," I replied. "But not nearly as nervous as you were when you stood up in front of the class and asked me out."

"That's completely different," she said, blushing. "Not even comparable."

"I know but it's funny to see you turn into a tomato every time I mention it," I responded.

The SRM day celebration was held at a different venue every year and this year it was being held at a castle in Birmingham. We were staying in a hotel nearby for two nights and taking the train back tomorrow.

We climbed out of the taxi, paid the driver and walked up to the gate. The party was about to begin.