What The Jocks Want

Will You Marry Me?

Will You Marry Me?

The remainder of Sunday flies by, and I haven’t heard from Ted. I’m going to be honest; I have done absolutely no work on the marriage project.

I’d spent all of the day third wheeling with Patrick and Cassie. But honestly, aside from the kissing and cuddling between them, nothing was any different. And that made me extremely happy inside.

But, we have made extreme progress on Cassie’s list, having completed several items. We’d watched all the Harry Potter films, baked and ate homemade cookies, and thrown pizza (much to the dismay of Cassie’s Mom).

And Cassie had also ticked off her list ‘fall in love’, and ‘lose V card to someone who loves me’. Well, looks like I know what happened when I went home to take a shower. But I’m happy for them, and judging from the kissing, they’re both very pleased with themselves.

I will also embarrassedly say that she ticked ‘lesbian kiss’ off of the list. Suffice it to say, I don’t want to talk about it. We’d also all pretended to be Elvis, which was another strange experience.

There were a few things left on the list, such as ‘go to prom’ and ‘kiss a boy at prom’, but prom was coming up extremely soon, and Patrick had already asked Cassie, who’d gleefully accepted, and I know he’d already ordered her corsage.

Cassie had pointed out that because she’d pushed me towards Ted, and because we’d kissed, and obviously he was going to ask me out, she wanted to tick ‘hook Marnie up with someone’ off of the list.

“We have not hooked up” I sigh, and she giggles

“You told me you made out with him, and look how red you’ve gone! You like him! You really like him! Marnie, do you love him?!” Cassie asks me outraged, and Patty laughs.

“I could have bet money on the fact that you were gonna fall for him! I should have bet money!” Patty sighs dramatically in regret, and I scowl.

“I don’t love him!” I protest, but even I can hear the doubt in my own voice.

“Well you’re going to be seeing him tomorrow, so you’ve got tonight to figure it out!” Cassie says cheekily.

I smile at her and Patty as we watch yet another chick flick. His arm is wrapped around her, and his whole body is supporting her as she lays on him. Suddenly, I find myself wondering if Ted and I could be like that.

Could we cuddle in bed watching films? Could we kiss as easily and comfortably as Cassie and Patty can? Could I really be in love with Ted the Bonehead after spending just a week with him?

The way my heart is pounding at the thought of Ted and I curled up together is telling me that, yes, maybe I could be in love with him.

But I push it to the back of my mind, and when I finally leave Cassie’s I try and write this stupid marriage report, but I can’t do it. I’m just so distracted by everything.