The Marrying of ZIM

12. Heart felt moments.

I was now staring at my fiancée wondering how I ended up this lucky after thinking my whole life was cursed just a few months ago. I haven't seen Carter since she sent me the text message at the proposal dinner in August and it was now November.

"Why are you staring at me?" Kwashie asked me. We were at her parents house in the den playing video games as we usually did on a Saturday afternoon.

"It's just.. just that.. have I ever told you that you are my favorite person?" I asked.

"No but I wouldn't be surprised if I was, I am me after all." She smiled.

"Yeah whatever," I rolled my eyes and focused on the game.

She paused the game and looked over at me. I looked down to avoid her gaze and stared at the beautiful ring on my finger. I never wanted to take it off and I never wanted to be away from this girl.

"What is it?" She asked me.

"I don't know.. I just feel so much in this short span of time.. it's crazy.." I said.

"Time doesn't matter, I've told you that countless amount of times. You shouldn't use the length of the time we've been together to measure your feelings." Kwashie lifted my hand and brought it to her lips.

"Why are you so poetic? Goddammit, it hurts." I said using my free hand to hold my chest.

"Tell me where it hurts and I'll kiss it," she said.

"My vagina," I whispered.

"What??" She asked.

"Uhm.. nothing.. I said my windpipe.. yeah windpipe." I chuckled nervously.

"Then I'll kiss it for you." She was closing in on me and I panicked.

I grabbed my hand from her grasp and slapped her on the leg. She jumped from the pain and let out a small scream.

"What was that for?" She asked rubbing her leg.

"I thought I saw a... a bug." I stuttered trying to come up with an excuse.

She rolled her eyes and got up walking away from the couch. She told me to follow her so I got up and silently walked behind her, following her out onto a balcony. She told me to sit down and wait for her. I started to think about CJ and what the text could've possibly meant. What kind of information could she have possibly gotten that would make her postpone school to utilize it, that was slightly stupid and unexpected of her. Maybe thinking about her wasn't the best idea because my phone buzzed alive and I took it up seeing a notification from her. It was an iMessage.

Carter Jones 💔: I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed and sung me moonstruck, kissed me quite insane yet still I think I made you up inside my head 🥀

The gods might just have cursed me but Kwashie felt more like a blessing. I wasn't going to respond, I had made up my mind to leave her alone. She couldn't be in my life right now, she couldn't coexist with my Kwashie.

My Kwashie...

I heard footsteps against the tiles so I locked my phone and rested it on the glass table that sat between the two chairs. She came into my view and sat beside me. She rested a tray on the table between us and I caught my phone before it fell, she gave me an apologetic look. I slid the phone into my pocket and took up the glass pitcher pouring some juice into one of the cups. There were two bowls of fries and squeeze bottles with mayonnaise and ketchup.

"Where's the pepper?" I asked.

She moved the pitcher and took up the packet of pepper that I didn't see. I grabbed it and thanked her.