Paper Airplanes {Corey Haim}

Twelve~ Wait

Corey and I drove down the Houston busy steets outside of small little providence. Neither one of us had worked up the courage to tell our parents about the proposal. I guess neither one of us know what they might say, or worse, what they might do.

"Does this highway ever end?", Corey asked.
"Apparently not."

Corey liked driving. He was good at it, too. I think he got a kick out of my hair blowing pretty wildly.

"So", he began, "when...a are you gonna tell your dad...about getting married?"

"Well, Corey, you gotta talk to him.", I said in reply.

"Excuse me?", he said. His attitude was very cute.

"You have to ask his blessing to marry his daughter. Duh. I thought everyone knew that!"

"Oh. I knew that.", he assured me. He didn't know that, though.

"So, when are you gonna talk to him?", I asked.

Corey glanced at me. "Umm. I don't know, I kinda wanna live longer Sarah Jane."

I sighed with annoyance.
"He won't kill you."

Corey didn't look like he believed me at all.
"Why?", he asked.

I smiled. "Because you make his little girl happy. And he trust you, believe it or not. And I love you, and he'll have to deal with that. Besides, my dad was 4 years older than my mom when they got married. And you're only 2 months older than me, so that's not a issue. And you're always loyal and loving, and he knows that. You've been his son-in-law since 1988 practically.", I told Corey.

"But we weren't married in 88'."

I punched Corey in the arm lightly and powerfully.

"Corey. Stop being a baby. Talk to him. If he freaks, I'll talk to him."

Corey nodded. "Okay. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Good."

Light drops fell on my arm, rain. I always liked rain, that sound, hitting the tin southern roof.

The rain progressed to get harder. And harder. Corey couldn't see through the windshield due to the rain.

Corey mumbled to himself and pulled into a parking garage.

Houston is a big place. This was the biggest city in Houston. My least favorite place during the day. At night it's rather pretty, the lights and the lights balancing on the waters.

"Well. Excuse the detour m' lady.", Corey said smiling and holding my hand.

"I don't mind."

I opened my mouth to speek but a big crash of thunder made us both jump.

"I think it's raining.", Corey joked.

"Really? No way!", I said playing along.

As Corey and I did often, we played a game. We fell into ab-libbing lines and playing like we were other people. It was fun as well as a acting exercise. The rules are that we make up what we say and do, and run with it. But whoever laughs first ends that game.

"You know", he said, starting the game. "I think Mr Blake will be mad that we're late."

I smiled slyly.
"No, darling! He's understanding. Though, if he is upset, he does like to shoot people doesn't he?"

Corey thought for a second.
"Right. And you never do know what he feels. Maybe we should skip this event, darling."

I love the way he says 'darling'.