The Heart Break Vacation

Charlotte

As much as I absolutely hated Oliver, that hug was needed so badly. "So, thanks for enduring that show of my families desperate attempt to marry me off before I reach my 'expiration' I appreciate it" he nodded as we started driving again "Am I really just worth a boat?" He asked suddenly "what?" "Well I mean, your sister-in-law got that house.." "Bungalow" I corrected him "yes I'm sorry because that makes all the difference... And your brother-in-law got a plane... I'm only worth a generic boat?" "To be fair it's a really nice yacht, that's great for racing" "well I go to school in Georgia now... Where people don't race yachts, and half of them don't know how to steer a motor boat, let alone a boat with a sails" "what did you expect? Or what did you think your worth?" I asked crossing my arms "well.... I don't know, maybe an island... Or a share in the company..." I laughed "what's so funny about that?" "My families company doesn't have share holders, there are no investors, no outsiders who own half the company and don't bother to show up to the meetings... And an island... That would of either been a wedding present if they really liked you, or a 5-10 year anniversary present"
                    It had seemed like we were finally off the topic of my parents buying my marriage, and we're very close to arriving at the docks but of course "so if I marry you, I get a yacht, and an island?" "Theoretically yes, but more likely just after they die..." "What about your other bought family?" "Well I guess they do both use theirs... Maybe the boat would be passed off... I guess we'll never know"  I gave a fake sigh as we pulled into the dock bar's parking lot. "Oh by the way did I mention, that my parents think I may propose to you on this trip?" He asked jumping out of the car "what?" My voice was so shaken, my entire body was rattled from head to toe, this was the last thing I ever expected next to, 'hey guess what Charlotte, my name is actually Olivia and I'm just a transgender' "you know it's the part where I would get down on one knee and ask you to make me the happiest man in the world by being my wife... I'm not going to though, but if my mother is always staring at your hands and obsessing about your nails... That's why" "why would they think that Ollie?" I squeaked out, staring at him so confused, if he was going to propose then why would he break up with me... And why is he proposing, we had agreed... Well I guess we never had actually talked about marriage... I guess we were just in the moment, not thinking of the future.
"well..." He ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lip, staring at the ground embarrassed "I wanted to know what they thought of you, and my parents are so difficult and read into things too much, so I may of slipped up and asked theoretically if I was to marry you what would they think honestly" "Oliver James.... You are such a..." "What? You let your mother bully you into touring the hotel with a wedding planner" "touché" "let's go drink until we forget lunch with your parents" he smiled holding his hand out to me. Reluctantly I took it, we had never been a real touchy feels couple, but we had always held hands. Every bit of stress, anger, sadness, loneliness was corrected by his touch... I guess now that he's not mine anymore I realize how much I actually had.... Loved... Him... Wanted him, needed him, longed for him... So much to the point of now as I hold his hand I question everything, especially if I should just walk out now and save the rest of my summer....
                          Screw it.