MarriageForVisaLand

Here We Are

Dodie

When I wake up, I'm a little bit confused as to where I am, but after a few seconds I realise I'm in Evan's bed. I find myself blushing slightly. Of course Evan's just a pal, but I can only imagine what my mum would say if she knew I slept in the bed of a boy that's not my boyfriend.

Although, I guess he is officially my fiancé now. Somehow that thought makes me blush even more.

He's still asleep, so very quietly I get up, pick up my dressing gown from the floor, and open the door. I walk to my own room, pick up an elastic band from my desk and put my hair in a loose bun. I put on my dressing gown and head for the kitchen. 

It's still quite early, but I know I won't be able to sleep any more anyway, so I decide to just go and make some breakfest. I peer into the fridge. We don't really have much, but there's still some milk and eggs, and I know we've still got some flour and syrup in one of the cupboards. As soon as I've made the batter and poured it into the pan, I hear Evan getting up from bed and loudly stumbling out of his bedroom, presumably only half-awake. I smile, usually, he gets up earlier than me, and not a day goes by that he won't wake me around 9 or 10 AM, because he's so loud when he's only just woken up.

''Hey'' I hear him say as he opens the kitchen door.

I look at him over my shoulder and smile, his hair's all ruffled up and his eyes still look a bit sleepy behind his glasses.

''Hey'' I say back.

''What are you making?'' he asks while sitting down and grabbing the newspaper from the kitchen table.

''Pancakes'' I reply.

''British or American?'' he asks while turning some pages over, scanning over the articles.

''American.'' I tell him.

''Sweet'' he says.

Except for that we don't really talk much until the pancakes are ready and I put the plates on the table.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, but believe it or not, it's not one of those awkard, uncomfortable silences that are just begging to be filled. It's never like that between Evan and me. We can talk for hours, but we can also enjoy just being near eachother.

Nevertheless, after a few minutes, I decide to speak up.

''So, when do you want to get married?'' I say casually, while taking another bite of my pancake.

Evan looks stunned by this sudden question, his hand with his fork in it stuck in mid-air.

''Uhh... Well, yeah... I guess...'' He stammers, heat creeping up into his face.

Somehow, this situation of him being shy and caught off-guard doesn't make me uncomfortable or embarassed at all, it just amuses me, because usually it's the other way around.

''Yeah, because, you know, your get-out-of-our-country-wiggle room runs out in a few days, so we'll have to do it before then.'' I say.

He sighs ''Yeah...''

''How's about we do it this Friday? At about 5?''

''Umm... Yeah that's okay, alright then.'' He suddenly stands up, and then brings his plate to the kitchen.

He goes to his room without saying another word, looking really nervous and weird. I figure he's still a bit fidgety about the whole thing, although I'm completely comfortable with it, which is funny. You'd expect it to be the other way round. I shrug, even though there's no one there to see it. Things aren't always what you'd expect, I guess.