Bad Romance

Bad Romance *12

Chapter 12

"What are you doing? You died! You... You were going to propose and... And then you died," I felt a tear run down my cheek and onto my pillow as I stood over my bed. I could smell the cologne he used to wear. It smelt wonderful.

"What are you talking about? I didn't die. I was just waiting for the right moment. I love you with everything I have in me. Nothing can tear us apart. Not even death." he said. He stroked my cheek and I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his touch. I'd missed him so much. I heard some rustling and his hand moved away from my cheek.

I opened my eyes and he was gone. I looked to the floor and saw him again. A rush of relief washed over me. He was down on one knee with a velvet box in his right hand.

I grinned at him. He took my left hand with his free one and as he did so my heartbeat increased to a sprint. I couldn't wipe the cheesy grin off of my face because I knew what was going to happen next. I'd seen all the silly romance movies, I knew what happened when a guy gets on one knee.

"Now, Soph, my love, my life, I want to live a long, happy and silly life, and I am not interested in doing that if I can’t share every one of those silly, happy memories with you." he said, sincerity deep in his eyes and voice. "I need to ask you one question, and a very important one at that," he smiled, " I wish you to be my wife and to have my children. Sophia Ackermann... Bumblebee, will you marry me?"

I felt a sharp sting on the side of my head and I winced. I looked around. Matt was no-where to be seen and I was lying on the floor with my duvet wrapped tightly around me.

I stood up suddenly, panic surging through me. My head ached from hitting the floor. I must have fallen out of bed. But... That meant that I'd have to have been lying on my bed to fall off of it.

Wait... That means that I was... Asleep.

"It was all a dream?" I asked myself. I jumped onto my bed and screamed into the pillow. Willow ran into my room, a look of panic painted onto her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You screamed like you'd just been stabbed. Holy crapola, you really freaked me out." Will said, relief clear in her voice along with anger. I could feel the hot tears pouring down my cheeks like heavy rain.

"He was here. Well, I thought he was... And he proposed. I had never felt so happy. And then I had to go and wake up! Life sucks!" I cried. Now, I was just more angry then upset. He was here and everything was perfect and then BOOM! He goes and I feel empty inside. Empty, emotionless and alone. That wasn't just what I felt, it was what I was.

"What are you talking about? I really think that you might be going insane." Will said, giggling.

"Will, this is not the time for messing around."

"Okay then, what can I do? If I can't joke around with you what am I meant to do? All you do is sit in the house moping around after Matt. Soph, he's dead! He's not coming back! You need to know this. I know you already did know it but you didn't believe it. I can still see the spark of hope in your eyes when you come downstairs in the morning, you're hoping he's going to come back, well, here's a news flash for you... HE'S NOT COMING BACK!" she yelled furiously. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. It took me a moment to register what she was saying. Maybe what she was saying was true, it was still a little harsh. She walked over to me and tried to give me a hug. Her arms moved around me but I pushed them away."Come on, I'm sorry-" I stormed out of the room.

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School for the next week was hard. I tried to avoid Will after what she said to me. It was the end of the day and I got in my car and drove off. I wanted to do something out of the ordinary that night, something I hadn't done since that night. Go out. Go out to a party or go and enjoy myself for once. I spent hours thinking about what Willow said and I needed to stop wallowing over him. I was going to go out to the Orchid Lounge and have a drink or two... Or three... Or a few more...