The Love Trial

Church Bells

We hadn't exactly picked a date, but we had picked white tulips and pink roses. My dress was still in the making, and his parents were still on my case, checking police records and my GCSE results. I guess you could say they were old school. No wait, you could say they are old school and traditional. This is not my way of being desperate, because I wasn't. I just found it silly that Liam still let his parents push him in a pram. He followed the traditions and old school-ness which they set. Including no sex before marriage. 

I was nineteen and am still a virgin, that is just highly embarrassing. One of my friends has a child, the others natter on about how good their boyfriends are, and when they ask me, I just nodd the head along with a 'You know'. However, I don't believe I am the only one at my age who hadn't had the whip-cream off the pie. 

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Liam came up behind me, and even though I hadn't looked at his face, I could tell he was beaming. I could feel the rays on me, "Don't stress about the invites", His lips ran onto my ear, before he gently kissed my neck. 

I took his hand and turned my head slightly, "I'm not", I half smiled in return, "It's just I can't write them without a set date. What am I meant to write? It is on the day of the undecided" 

He laughed, "That is stressing", before kissing my forehead, "Now I'm going to go and get you some chocolate", he was about to walk away but no one gets away. 

I grasped his arm tenser than he would mine, "Hey, why would I need chocolate?" 

"I took the bathroom bin out and may have saw inside. A smell had be curious", he smirked at me, "So what chocolate will it be?" 

"You nosy son of a-", I sighed, "Fruit and nut" 

"I thought so", he hurriedly edged his way out the door before I finished off the loving catch-phrase. 

I looked at the invitation I had finished writing, checking it over. Damn it. Turns out I had finished the catch-phrase on the piece of paper, directed to Darcy. Darcy. It had been a while since me and her talked that I wouldn't be surprised if she had moved out from her last house, and if Charlie has moved out from her. 

I placed my hand on my head and ferried with my bed hair while trying to erase pen with a rubber and scanning the table for Tip-X. It looked like world war 3 had went off. Back to Darcy... 

Surely she was still in my contacts so instead of sending her the invite I could just do it via message, or maybe I could do it as a group message, leaving Liam's parents out of it because they would end up saying something like 'Oh my giddy ant Harold, our son is engaged to a social media zombie, gushy goos' So instead of doing that, I will just leave Darcy a message to make sure she was in town and tell her I had some saving so I could buy Madonna's dress for her. And no. I am not on about the one that sings 'like a virgin' however I was feeling that way. It just reminds me when Darcy tried hooking me up with Tom at her eighteenth, but it never happened, She had repeatedly told me that he was the best friend of the 'hottest and coolest' guy in school. Noah. However I knew that Noah was just a guy who dated girls for money for his brothers motorbikes fuel (which he pretended was his) and for cigarettes he was never saw blowing. Yet, I had walked passed him enough times to smell the musky smoke mixed with sixty-pounds worth of cologne. 

To the point, Madonna was Darcy's little girl. I looked at the invites before crumpling half a dozen of them up and throwing them into the war-zone. Not weary of it, but I probably made an 'argh' sound along with it, you know, just because 'I am a pirate'. 

Instead of ironing out the invites, I just got up from the dining room chair and sunk onto the coach instead. The Grinch and vanilla with strawberry swirl inside icecream would turn the mood of this day the right way around. I didn't end up doing either, but lay back on the sofa and looked up at the freshly glossed celling. It was like ice. The shine reflected onto my eyes, and it just reminded me that Winter was around the corner. It was an old dream of mine to have a Winter wedding, actually not that old since my designed dress was white with blue tints and petals running down the silk of the cress and the rims and slight ruffles of the outskirts. By the time there was a set date, Winter would either already be gone until the next year, or mid-way through. 

I wasn't really conscious of how long I had been lying there for. 

Brown brogues stomped against the welcome mat, before trailing into the room suffocated with my ridiculous dreams, swirling in the air before I pulled them back in and sat up. 

"That didn't take you long", I got up off the couch and snatched the bar of chocolate out of his hand. 

"Hey! You ruined it! I wanted to give you a fright by yelling 'Honey I'm Home'", he smiled at me, getting a laugh in return. 

"At-least now I know your plan for next time", I walked towards him and pulled on the front of his   'not' flat-cap.  

He laughed ever so slightly, before placing his hands on my shoulders, "Avery...While I was running my err-ins, I was thinking and thought that you deserved one less thing to worry about, especially for the next week, so I kind of called up the reception and told them we would be in early this afternoon to negotiate our date", he took his hands off my shoulder and his smile grew. 

I started off being wide-mouthed but wordless, before allowing myself to awkwardly go into the hug and feel his embracement, "Oh my god Liam, that is great!" 

He pushed me back, twirled me around, then placed my back onto him and his arms around my chest. Softly, he rowed. Rowed me side to side. I could feel his chin on me, the slight point of his jaw-line dig into my hair-line, as his smiled widened. 

If he had been directly looking at my face, there would be questions.