Marry Me

Chapter Five

"What the-" I get cut off again by a hand covering my mouth to stop me from shouting.

I look at the face that the hand belongs to. It's Lexie. Oh my god, it's Lexie. And she's... young! I knew she was here.

I pull her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist. "Thank god you're here." I whisper and kiss her on the head. "I thought I was all alone."

"I did to," She whispers back. I pull away and see that she's crying.

"No, it's okay. Don't cry." I drawl as I wipe her tears. "We'll be okay, we just have to figure this out baby."

"Figure what out Graham? How can you explain what this is?" She panics.

"I don't know. If this is actually real, then I think it has something to do without fight last night."

We sit side by side on the sofa. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"We both said that we wished that we never met. Well, this is the night when we first met." I explain.

She sits there and thinks. "How is that even scientifically possible?"

I sit there quietly too. I don't know how to explain any more to her. "Science. You always loved that subject. I forgot about that."

She twists her engagement ring the same way she always does when she gets nervous.

"Your ring. It came with us."

She looks down at it like she's about to cry again and I reach for her hand.

When she finally gathers herself together again, she sighs and replies, "The answer to your question before, I did always love that subject."

"What made you not go into that field for college? I forgot."

"The fact that I stayed with you and didn't go to college," she tells me sarcastically, wiping under her eyes so that her mascara wouldn't run.

"No, I didn't mean that. Why did you decide to go to Harvard and become a lawyer instead of going into science?" I ask.

"Graham, this isn't important right now. What's important is that we get out of here, back to our normal lives. Do you have any ideas?"

"I don't have a clue," I admit. I've been tossing and turning this situation in my head all day.
I don't know what to do or how to get out of here.

"I'm just hoping this is all a dream." She says.

"Or it's a nightmare," I tell her.

"No, I'm thinking of it as a dream. I've missed my parents so much and it's actually kind of nice to see all of my old stuff."

I look at her with my jaw dropped. Is she crazy? "Are you actually happy being stuck in some kind of psycho parallel universe, with no idea in the world about what it is of how we get out of it." I have a little bit of rage. Most of it is because I know our living situation at home is our fault. We did it to each other.

"I'm not saying this is enjoyable. Aren't you in the slightest bit happy to see your dad and your brother again?" She asks quietly, which is completely out of character for her.