Lights, Cameras, Outsiders!

Chapter 83

LCO 83

"Okay, so you don't want a yellow kitchen?" Matt said, knocking on the bedroom door with a notebook and a pen.

"I mean," I put my books aside on the bed, "I'm okay with a light shade of yellow." He say down on the mattress next to me.

"A light shade?"

"Yeah more like white," I said. He pulled some swatches out of his notebook and laid them next to each other.

"Like this?" He pointed a light shade of yellow, almost completely white.

"No more yellow, like this," I said, pointing to another swatch.

"You like this one?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"Okay, do you wanna see how it looks in the kitchen?"

"Yes." We got up and walked down the stairs into the white kitchen.

"Look," he held up the swatch.

"I don't know it looks kind of dark."

He folded the swatch over so the next shade up was showing.

"What about that?"

"I like it. Do you?"

"Yeah... Do you want to get a sample?"

"Sure."

"What decisions have you made about the wedding?" He moved on to the other subject.

"Uh, the chapel down the street you were talking about is available so the date is confirmed. I called Christine about wedding invitations, and when we go back to Tulsa we're gonna look at templates. My dad said he would gladly pay for part of the wedding. I have yet to find a dress or florist," I said.

"It's okay. We have more than enough time," he said, putting his hands around my waist and kissing the top of my head.

"I know, but it's a lot of work," I said, laying my head on his chest. He rubbed my back up and down.

"You know I do like hugs, Essie." I put my arms around his waist.

"My mom wants to come by and help," he said.

"Go ahead," I said.

"How about I take you out to dinner tonight?" He said. I nodded.

"Good. You can get dolled up and I can take you out, a nice place," he said. I looked up and he pushed the hair out of my face.

"It'll be fun..." He said, tightening his grip on my waist.

"Thanks," I said. He leaned down and gently kissed me.

"Hey! Open up, Matt!" Someone knocked on the door.

"Hold on, Ma!"

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"I like it. I'm glad you got the gallon," I said to Matt, standing back in the middle of the kitchen to see the paint.

"Yeah, I like it," he said, munching on his gum.

"Watch, you're gonna be painting and then your gum's gonna fall into the bucket," I said. He smiled and hopped off the ladder and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Really? You think it's gonna fall out?" He chewed In my ear.

"Oh my god, never do that again, that's disgusting," I said.

"Okay, okay," he said, resting his chin on my shoulder and kissing the side of my neck.

"Did you ask Paul yet?" I said.

"Ask Paul what?"

"If he wanted to be the best man at our wedding!"

"Oh. No, I haven't. Did you ask Christine if you wanted to be the Maid of Honor?"

"Yes. You're the one slacking here, buster, not me," I said.

"Oh yeah, I'm the one slacking? I'm the one slacking?!" He started to tickle me, and soon I was on the floor And he hovered over me.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said, stretching out the 'a' in heart and kissed my jaw.

"Can we not just do it on the kitchen floor?"

"You're right, we need to go on the bed. We bought a bed for a reason, eh?" He said before kissing my cheek and moving to my shoulder.

"What about your wound?"

"I'll be okay," he said. I grabbed onto the back of his shirt and trailed my fingers up his spine.

"Don't. You know what that does to me."

"Yeah,"I laughed. And then someone knocked on the door.

"Aw crap," he slowly stood straight up and held his palm out. I grabbed it and he hoisted me up before we walked to the door.

It was my dad.