The first time I asked, I was seven, and she was six.
We were digging holes in the backyard, looking for buried treasure. We hadn't found any yet, but I knew it just had to be here somewhere. I wondered if Amelia would finally like me back once I had piles and piles of gold. I had to ask.
"Amelia, will you marry me once we find the buried treasure?"
"No." She said simply.
"Why not?" I asked, frowning.
"Boys have cooties."
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Ten Times // Luke Hemmings ✔
FanfictionTen times I asked her to marry me. Nine times she said no.
