I threw my fork down and laid back.
"I think I just gained fifty pounds." I griped as Finley finished the last of his.
"Yeah... I think your good though." He smiled reaching for my hand.
"Yeah... More booty to hold through the night." I smirked sitting up taking a drink.
"There was already more booty... Grace I'm sorry to tell you but your ass is huge. But that's good for me."
I felt my face immediately get red.
"So... Do you want to go do something?"
"School... I still have school."
"Dang I'm have nothing to do though."
"Don't you have somewhere to go be stupid?"
"Not until four."
"What's a four."
"Me and you going and doing something... anything. I'm supposed to have dinner with my parents but I don't really want to deal with them. They only talk about the wedding. My mom already has almost everything bought and planned."
I took my hand away. "Your mom? Do I not even get to plan my own wedding!?" I was getting irritated. I'm getting everything taken away from me even getting to plan my own wedding.
"Calm down... She has the place a church. The date which is July 18th..."
"What!? That's the date we.."
"Yeah I know..." he smiled.
"Did you?"
"I did. I thought it would be special."
"What else did you plan?"
"The food and the flowers and colors."
"Which is?"
"Chinese and then desert is just a bunch of chocolate. The colors are yellow, and white. And then the fliers of course are lilies."
Everything he had was what I wanted at my wedding. It was all my favorites.
"I really hope all of that is still your favorites I based it on that. Oh and that scrapbook you made at like nine of your wedding." He began to laugh.
"Yeah well you played along with it so suck my dick."
He got 'serious' for a second. "Oh shit don't tell me you really grew a dick over the years cause I liked it when you didn't."
"I was joking!" I screeched.
"I really hope so." He died laughing.
My face got even more red than it already was so I looked down at my phone and seen it was 1:30.
"Shoot!" I shrieked.
"What is it?"
"It's one thirty I have already missed my classes!"
"Wait!? So you don't have anymore classes?" He said getting excited.
"No today is Tuesday. I don't have classes past 1:30 on Tuesday's or Thursday's. Why are you so happy about this?"
"Cause instead of being stupid somewhere at four I can be stupid know! The rest of the day!"
"Wait? You said I wanted to spend time with you know? You made me miss my classes. You are not a good influence!"
"Well babe your gonna have to suck it up cause your getting married to me."
"I don't have a ring yet, do I?" I sassed back at him popping out my hand.
"You want a ring? Then you can have one. Let's go!" He said throwing money on top of the bill with a huge tip and grabbing my hand leading me out of the restaurant.
"What are you doing Finley?"
"Getting you a ring!" He laughed opening the door for me.
I stood on the other side of the door from him and looked at him with wide eyes.
"I was joking Fin!"
"Well i'm not! So get it sweet cheecks!"
"Excuse me!" I said getting a little angry at him for being so demanding.
"I mean... Please get in the car babe."
"See I like that better." I said getting in the car and before he closed the door I shot out, "I also like the babe thing."
He laughed at that and ran behind the car opening his door and zooming out of the restaurant.
"Seatbelt?" I reminded him.
"Oh yes." He said buckling himself but not slowing down.
"Fin slow down please..."
"Sorry..." he said taking his foot off the gas slowing down to the actual speed limit. But them he looked over with a really cheeky smile.
"Why are you looking like a psychopath?"
"A hot psychopath though."
"Yes... But still why?"
"Cause I am taking you two the best jewelry store ever the most expensive and you can get any ring you want and all the jewelry you want!"
I grabbed his hand that was on the gear shift in an attempt to calm him down. But, he shot his head straight to our hands and I took it off immediately putting my head down embarrassed.
"Grace..."
"What?" I said looking back up to see him holding his hand out.
"Take my hand..." He smirked at me looking from me to the road and back at me.
My face got red but I took his hand anyway and our fingers intertwined.
"I've missed you Gracie..." He said softer than we had been talking. He took my hand up to his lips kissing it still leaving our hands intertwined.
I looked over at him and smiled. "I missed you too Finley."
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The Forced Marriage (SHORT STORY)
Short StoryFifteen year old Grace Mathew's family used to be rich and never worried about money but her father got laid off at his job but his boss promised him that she would be taken care of. Twenty year old Finley Dawson isn't married yet but has to be m...