Operation Marriage

Chapter Seven - Literally Just Hitched

Chapter Seven - Literally Just Hitched

I had been in a good mood all Friday. Devon and I had managed to find all of our slips of paper the day before, in just over an hour and a half, so we got to go home immediately, which was awesome. However, Devon did come to my house that day, but only to finish off the page that had the dinner from Wednesday in and cuddle Russell a bit. He had done a pretty good job with the journal, I had to give him that. I wrote about the dinner in small captions among the petals, swirling my writing around the pictures. Devon protested a little bit, but after wrestling with him slightly, I managed to stick down the picture of him looking shocked with Russell eating his cupcake in the background. The page actually looked quite aesthetic, if you asked me. On Friday, we did more with our journal, adding the pictures of our cooperation test in. We looked rather stupid stumbling about, but it was natural...I guess. I also draw a bubble and added a small anecdote about how I discovered that Devon was left handed. All in all, it had actually been an okay day.

But of course, I had forgotten that my mother was going to pick Devon and I up from school and take us both to the hotel that we would be staying in. I remembered that as Katie and I headed towards the front gate. When Devon had come round to finish off the journal on Thursday evening, he had dropped off his suitcase and I had packed mine.

We were going on a honeymoon.

"Is there something wrong?" Katie asked as she turned to look at me. I had stopped dead in my tracks and I must have gone a sickly shade of green. "Are you ill?" I took a big gulp.

"I'd like to be." I answered. I wished I had developed a bad illness or something because I seriously did not want to go on a honeymoon with Devon Jones. It was going to be awful and I did not want to have to share a room with him. "I'm going on my honeymoon." I whispered. Realisation suddenly hit Katie and she came scurrying over to me, beaming. Why was she beaming? Couldn't she sense my pain and disgust?

"Do we have to wait here for Devon?" She whispered. I nodded, leaning against a nearby dustbin. Katie smiled and rubbed my shoulder. "You know, you two actually get along quite well, if you ask me. You look nothing like enemies, you just look like a cute couple that occasionally squabbles over little things. You two actually look quite happy together when you're doing your journal. I can't wait to read it when it's finished, Ryan's and I's is awful and just filled with glitter glue. From the small bits of what I have seen, yours looks like some freaking long lost Leonardo da Vinci notebook!" Katie exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Devon most certainly does not make me happy. And we do not look cute together! He annoys me and I annoy him. Sometimes we're civil, and sometimes we're not. No in between. I'd rather have you as my wife than have him as my husband! I want to swap myself with Ryan so I end up as your wife!" I said, glowering at Katie. She smirked.

"As beautiful as I may be, and no matter how wonderful we'd be if we were an actual couple, I'm actually quite happy with Ryan as my partner. Sure, he's not a looker like Devon, but he's certainly got a lot of heart and he is very funny. So sorry, too late sweetie, no swapping." Katie said, giving me a small and mischevious smile. She looked up. "And speak of the devil, here comes your husband!"

I looked up and saw Devon walking in our general direction, his rucksack hanging off his right shoulder, clutching our journal to his chest like I would a textbook. He was looking around innocently, looking up at the sky. He hadn't noticed us and I had to say, he wasn't smirking. He wasn't sneering. His eyes weren't cold or hard. They were bright and young. It was...weird seeing him looking so normal. In my eyes, for once, he almost looked cute.

Almost.

I waved over to him and my movement caught his eye. He looked at me and nodded. He no longer clutched the journal to his chest like you would a textbook. He swaggered over to us, hand in pocket, journal in the other hand, the familiar cocky smirk back on his face. Darn and drat.

"So, dearly beloved, is it time to celebrate our marriage in a beautiful hotel by the coast?" Devon asked as he stopped in front of Katie and I. Katie stifled a giggle; I glared at her.

"Yeah, I guess it is. My mum will be waiting nearby, or down the street somewhere. We best go otherwise she'll start to get worried." I mumbled. Devon nodded and proceeded to walk. He clapped Katie on the shoulder as he went past, he handed me our journal. I was about to say something, but Devon suddenly picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" I demanded, slightly shocked. Katie was stood motionless, giggling and waving as Devon carried me away and out of the school gates. Mr Alfaro didn't shout at Devon, he merely smiled and chuckled to himself as Devon walked with me slung over his shoulder as if I was only a backpack or something.

"Walking faster so your mother doesn't get worried. Duh. I thought that was a little bit obvious. God, you weigh more than you look." Devon said, but he didn't seem to struggle.

"That would be my rucksack, jerkface." I said hotly, smacking his back. Devon just laughed as I took off my backpack and held it in my arms. I managed to put the journal inside and zip it up again. I just wrapped the rucksack up with my arms as it had been digging into my neck when I was wearing it.

"That explains it, then." Devon said as he walked down the path. "What does your car look like?"

"Well it's the old version of the Ford Fiesta. It's dark blue, the paint is chipping, and you should be able to hear Russell barking when you come near it. He acts like a rather handy homing beacon." I explained as Devon adjusted me. His arms were locked tightly round my legs, just above my knees. I was just thanking heavens I was wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie instead of a dress or a skirt. But I supposed he wouldn't have picked me up like this if I had been...well, probably.

"Okay...so I'm guessing it's that one over there with your mother standing beside it laughing and taking pictures while trying to restrain Russell on his lead, who is barking his head off?" Devon said.

"It's most likely." I replied, smiling. It was only a hundred metres or so before we reached our car.

"What are you doing?" My mother asked, amused. "Because whatever it is, I've got some pretty good pictures of it on your camera, Devon."

"Carrying my wife romantically to the vehicle that's going to take us to our honeymoon. What else would I be doing?" Devon said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I gave him a gentle nudge in the stomach with my foot. My mother laughed as Devon turned and opened the car door. She handed me the camera as Devon placed me in the backseat, sitting down next to me. He was about to belt himself in, when he opened the door and got out.

"Devon, what are-"

"Wait and see." My mum sat in the driver's seat and watched through the mirror as Devon walked to the back of the car. He rummaged through his pockets and then pulled out a Sharpie.

"He is definitely quite something. I am so glad you got him as your husband." She said as Devon started writing on the window at the back in big, neat-ish letters, going over the letters several times and making them quite thick. He then finished and then opened the door and sat next to me again. I swivelled round and read the letters. I thought it was going to be hard, you know, trying to make sense of them seeing as they were backwards from this perspective, but it wasn't. As soon as I looked at them I knew what they said. It was very Devon-like and I could make sense of the words almost instantly. I didn't know whether to laugh at it or smack Devon on the shoulder or whatever. My mum found it quite funny, she kept glancing in the mirror so she could read it over and over again.

Literally just hitched!!

Devon and Holland Jones

Forget red, I love her in YELLOW!

- Devon 'jerkface' Jones ❤

"Are you serious?" I asked him. Devon turned towards me.

"Deadly."