Hally's POV
1 Week Later
I smile as Mike starts pointing at random things on the menu to the waiter guy. I decided to go on my phone and check out instagram. He finally closes the menu and gives it to the waiter."Hey Hally..."
"Mhm?" I looked up from my phone to see him grinning like a goon.
"Do you know what's on the menu?" he asked.
"No. Because you practically ordered everything." I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"Me-n-u"
"Huh? I don't get it... Ohhhhh... Now I get it. It's not funny" I replied blankly whilst he was laughing his pants off.
"No, no actually... There's a dish on the menu called'ME-N-U'. It's got this fancy bread thingy with chives and stuff that you're supposed to share with another person..." he grabbed a menu from the table behind him and showed it to me.
"Damn, this restaurant is clever. They just gave guys an excuse to use a pickup line."
Soon, our food had arrived. I looked at the breadsticks and I grabbed one immediately, taking a huge bite.
"Woah! You look like you haven't eaten in years!" Mike exclaimed.
"I look like that every time I eat. Duh." I said as I closed my eyes, taking another bite. Something was wrong with this bite. I bite down on the piece of bread but there was something hard. I immediately spat it out and my eyes widened in shock. It was..... A ring.
"Wait... How'd it get there? I swear it was in my pocket..." Mike whispered loud enough for me to hear.
I just stared at him, not saying anything. He stared back at me blushing.
"I wasn't planning for it to go like this, but I guess this is good enough." he props down on one knee and grabs the ring from my palm, rubbing the saliva off on his shirt. I gasp like one of those cliche proposal videos. Everyone in the restaurant stops what they're doing and looks at us. "Hally Virginia Maloney, we've only been going out for less than a week. Heck, you literally just got divorced last week and I haven't even asked you to be my girlfriend yet, but will you do me the honours of being my wife? I mean, I know it sounds crazy but, with the baby coming, I feel like it deserves two parents who love each other, and will stay together for the rest of their lives."
"Um, oh my God... It sounds crazy but I'm gonna say ye-"
"HEY! THAT'S THE RING I WAS GONNA GIVE TO MY GIRLFRIEND!!!" a voice shouts. Mike feels his pockets and pulls a velvet box out. He mouths "Oops" and I roll my eyes at how disorganised he was.
"Oh my goodness Richard! You're proposing?! I say yes! A million times yes!!!" the girl shrieked. Everyone began to clap as the man slips the ring in his now fiance's finger.
"Hey! We were having a moment!" Mike whined.
"Well we wouldn't have disturbed you if you realised that, that wasn't your ring!" the guy scoffed.
"Wanna fight bruh?" Mike threatened.
"I bet you my fiance can whoop your man's ass!" the girl added trying to size me up.
"Oh I bet you, I can whoop yours" I snap back going all ghetto on her. I mean, they didn't call me Obamaniqua in prison for nothing. "Honey, hold ma hoops" I take out my large hoop earrings and give it to Mike as I tackled the brat to the ground.
"Get off me! You're fat!!!" she yelped.
"Go honeybunny!" Mike cheered.
"I swear to God Mike, if you call me that again, you're gonna be the one I'm tackling!" I threatened as I pulled the girl's hair.
"Ooh scandalous..." the waiter said.
"Okay! Break it up! Both of you, get out of the restaurant! You're a disturbance to the public! I suggest you settle this outside instead of the middle of a restaurant." the manager boomed. We immediately stopped fighting and stood up from the floor, dusting our dresses.
"Let's go Hals." I looped my arm around Mike's and walked out of the restaurant.
"So... Let's continue what we started..." Mike went back down on one knee and opened the small velvet box. "Will you Hally Virginia Maloney be my wife? Like I said before, I know we're kinda rushing into things and-"
"Yes I will! Now shut up and kiss me you schmoopy baby cakes!"
Okay... I didn't say that... It went a little more like this:
"So... Let's continue what we started..." Mike went back down on one knee and opened the small velvet box. "Will you Hally Virginia Maloney be my wife? Like I said before, I know we're kinda rushing into things and-"
"Can you stop rambling and give me my hoops back? And to answer your question, no. The surprise is ruined. You can surprise me next week and next time, don't stuff it up..." I snatch my earrings from his hands and put them on before walking to the car, leaving Mike speechless. Go me, playing hard to get. He caught up to me and walked towards the car.
"Bu.... But.... But you were going to say yes inside, just then..." he stuttered as he sat in the drivers seat.
"Yes I was, until the guy claimed that it was his girlfriend's, now fiance's ring." I snapped back at him as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Okay then... Have they fixed the water pipe yet? Or are you still gonna stay over at mine?" Mike asked.
"Still leaking. I'll have to stay over at yours if that's okay."
"If I said you can't that still wouldn't stop you, would it?
"Nope. I just asked to be polite."
"Since when are you polite?" he joked.
"Shut up. I just beat a guy's fiance for you. You owe me."
"Okay then. What ever you say Cutie Patootie" he smirked. I frickin hate pet names.
Yoyoyo! Hope you liked this chapter, although it was a bit short. This is more of a filler before all he juicy, steamy, plot-twisty stuff comes. So in other words: this is a crap chapter and the future ones will still be crap, but just better than this, which is complete crap. It's like the crappiest queen of the craps. Like always, feel free to gimme some feedback and all that jazz. So yeah...! Hehe added an exclamation mark this time to make things more exciting... Wait, since I said this, I'm not really ending with it. I'll do it again. So yeah...!
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