Bubblegum Bitch

Marry Me?

  Dan
   Waking up slowly, I take in the early morning bliss, before I have to get up. This is so much better than a hospital bed, considering it's my own. I see Phil still asleep with his arm around my waist and head buried at the crook of my shoulder. I feel..protected. After two months of not being able to sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend, I'm thankful I now can. Moments like these are moments I wish I could have forever.

"Good morning, Phil." I mumble tiredly, kissing him softly, before getting out of bed to make breakfast.

I start with mine which is just two pancakes, well large pancakes. On the other pan I have a plate of scrambled eggs. I hear the soft padding of footsteps, which match up to a certain punk walking from the bedroom.

"Good morning." He murmurs, kissing me softly on the cheek.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask. Even after over a year of dating, I still love his tattoos, like the galaxy or the stay alive tattoo.

   "Well I was cuddling with the love of my life for the first time in two months. So I'd say pretty well." He smiles at me sleepily making me melt to jelly.

As I flip the pancakes, and somehow manage to not mess them up, I hear him set the table. I finish cooking, and he comes over with a plate.

"Thanks babe." I glare at him playfully, as he steals the scrambled eggs.

"You got two pancakes." He laughs, as I sit down on at the table across from him.

As I sit in front of food, I begin to do my daily ritual, cutting up the food into little bits.

"Dan the doctors said you have to stop doing that." Phil sighs. Meal times suck.

I begin to shove the pieces in my mouth, but I can literally taste the carbs. I feel tears prick my eyes, and I'm pretty sure Phil notices too. As he stands up, and walks over to me carefully.

"Hey. It's okay." He reassures me, crouching to my level.

"It's too much Phil." I cry out.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" He asks me.

      "I don't know but just not this." He looks at me sadly.

    "How about this. Finish the pancake and we can go for a drive around town. We both need some new clothes." Phil tries to get me to calm down.

    I nod, as I slowly begin to eat the pancake. Phil tries not to watch me, knowing how it makes me feel, but at this point I could care less. Not thinking about it, knowing I'll regret it later, I eat the pancake. Phil takes the plate from me, and puts it in the fridge, while we both get dressed. I opt for white skinny jeans and a lavender pullover. Phil on the other hand just goes for all black, minus the pink lip ring. He wears tight skinny jeans that don't get me wrong, really look good on him. With  rips across the knee, and a black loose t-shirt, he looks about his usual.

    "Alright Dan, come onnnn." He whines, pulling me out the door.

   We reach his car and as we drive, I realize he isn't taking us to the store. Oh shit he's gonna murder me in a deserted area..wait why did my mind just go there?

    "Phil where are we going?" I ask carefully.

     Phil

    Well the answer to that is the park, considering I'm going to bloody propose but okay.

    "I wanted to stop by the park." I shrug, pulling into the parking lot.

   As we both get out, I double check that the box is still in my pocket, which thankfully it is. As we walk through the park hand in hand, I smile, remembering all the memories we've shared. As we reach the fountain, I let go of Dan's hand to talk to Louise who I told to be here.