Stories of Love

Endless Proposal

"No."

She repeated that again, though it seemed like he didn't listen. He never listened to her.

"I haven't even said anything," he argued, calmly.

"No need," she tried to dismiss him, but he's still standing there. Making her embarrassed. "I know you're gonna ask me to marry you, and you already know the answer."

"I'm not asking you, I order you" he bent down on one knee, no, two, kneeling in front of her now. "Marry me."

She's definitely pissed.

"And I said, not again," she tried hard to cool herself down and hissed at him, instead of yelling, "And, NO, stop doing this embarrassing thing."

He got up on his foot, certainly a few inches above her now, "I'm just bored," he finally said.

"And I'm pissed."

"Is it those days?"

Crack.

The nerve he had.

"No, it's not," she's definitely yelling right now.

Good, now she could feel several stares locked on them. She didn't like being 'the show', but he definitely enjoyed this.

"Just please go away. Don't you have work to do? I still have classes," she said desperately.

"Just say yes," he demanded.

"Why are you not stopping?"

"Because I haven't had what I want."

She grabbed his arm, soft but firm, she never could hurt him anyway.

Even after everything that he made her do.

"I always had what I want, Les. And I want you," he said with this sudden superauthority, looking down at her with such intense stare that made her feel like shrinking down into a dwarf.

"...to say yes."

She gasped. Now her knees felt like jelly.

"God, I already said yes," she breathed, lowly so that only he could hear her. God, he loved making her embarrassed.

"I can't hear you," he dare. With those black eyes that absorped her like a black hole everything she looked at that.

"I said yes," she spoke directly to him now.

He smirked. "To what?"

Uuuugh.

"Yes, I'll marry you! Do I need to say it hundred times?"

Oh no.

She didn't mean to yell.

Outloud.

Now everyone's definitely staring at them. And it's crowded now in the main hall. Damn him.

"Good, now they all know," he smirked.

She huffed. "Isn't that what you want from the start?"

"Yeah well, I admit it is," he shrugged. "You said you didn't want your college friends to know, and I thought it'd be fun to tease you around. Didn't think you'd give up only on my fifth proposal. I thought you're better than that."

He'd been making it his goal to make everyone knew that they're engaged. And to think that they had actually been for almost half a month, she'd been surprised herself that she could keep her mouth shut for that long. Longer, if he hadn't been proposing to her every single time he had when he picked her up from her campus. Still, it was embarrassing being engaged this early. It's only her first year.

She looked up at him.

"Jerk."

He laughed.

"What? I already got your parents blessings anyways, why not let everybody know that you're mine?"

Her eyes narrowed at him. She sometimes couldn't believe herself for saying yes to his first marriage proposal.

"Go work, leave me alone. You got what you want, right?"

He ruffled her hair playfully.

"No, you come with me. I was picking you up anyway. I know you lied about having classes, you just want to avoid me."

Just how did she said yes in the first place?

"You're supposed to act more mature, you know."

"I know, I know. All your bride-soon fantasies...."

"It's not."

Who would think love doesn't need a reason to bloom.