Touch Me.

My fantasy

The next day, I'm a mess. I call Cody again.

"Hello!?!" Cody says on the phone.

"Cody, how about we go to lunch, to uhh, discus your wedding?" I say.

"Okay, Celeste is on a business trip in Italy, so it'll just be you and me. How about that cafe on fifth street in an hour?"

"That's perfect! See you then.." I reply. It'd be perfect, that Celeste isn't around. I just needed closure with Cody. This is my chance. I go and make myself a coffee in my tiny kitchen. I sit, and I watch a rerun of Ellen. I shower, and wash myself completely clean. I put on a floral dress that I bought about a week ago, and I leave a note on my door, just in case Vikki wonders where I am. I walk out the door and start heading to the cafe. I sit down and wait. Cody was a little late, but he got there.

"So, uhh the wedding..?" I say.

"Look, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Instead, why don't we catch up?"

I sit there a tad bit shocked. How did her know I was hurting?

"Cody, we don't have to..."

"Yes, we do."

So after getting our drinks, we order lunch. I order a Caesar salad and Cody orders grilled chicken. When we get our food, I eat it slowly.

"Cody, it was nice of you to think of me like that, but I'm okay. We weren't going to end up together anyway."

I think I may have come off strong, but I was okay with it.

"Let's go to my place. I'll show you around!"

I nod, and follow him into his Porsche. He isn't a very good driver, but he pulls up to a beautiful mansion, Cody wouldn't be able to buy this, it's Celeste's money.

"It's nice!"

"Haha, thanks, let's go inside." He chuckles. He shows me around all these pointless rooms. Like really, who needs an emergency cake room that has cakes just in case? Anyway, he shows me to his bedroom and sits. We take some bottles of wine and talk all day. By the end of the day, I know I'm drunk.

"You know what would be funny Cody? If I stuck a lot grapes in my mouth and look like a chipmunk? " I say, woozy and drunk.

"Yes, you know what would be funnier?" He says drunk, too. I nod, and nervously laugh.

"If we got married, that would be funny!"

I laugh, and say,

"Let's get married, then stick grapes in my mouth!"

We laugh, and go to the marriage hall. The wedding bells ring and now we are married. We go back and forget about the grapes.

We look at each other, and think of something more.