Selling My Soul for His Aston Martin.

Selling My Soul For His Aston Martin. (22)

"Hey dad, what are you watching?"

I carefully sat down on the couch next to my dad, then made a face. "Politics, really?"

"I don't say anything about your car shows, so hush up."

"Wow, turning into a grandpa already." I joked. The commercials came off and I watched as President Obama walked onto the stage, waving to the cheers and smiling.

For some odd, reason, Clary and Naomi botht htought the man was hot. I gagged a little when they said that, but oh well. I personally liked Mrs.Obama. She was strong. (a/n: did anone else see the Simpson's episode with her? I thought it was hilarious).

He began to speak and I totally fazed out, until my dad jumped up, yelling, "What the HECK!?!"

I snapped my eyes onto the tv and my jaw dropped.

A guy, with blonde hair, wearing a t-shirt and jeans was running across the stage. The camera zoomed in on him and jaw just about hit the ground. Will!?!

"I LOVE YOU JAMIE ROBINSON!" He yelled before this huge guy jumped on him. My dad winced in sympathy as three or four more guards jumped on top of that one.

The tv turned and there was a reporter speaking, but I didn't comprehend what she was saying.

I was frozen in shock.

The phone rang and I snatched it up. "Hello?"

"OH MY GOD!" Naomi screeched. "DID YOU FREAKING SEE THAT!?! THAT WAS LIKE, THE MOST--"

"Idiotic thing ever!"

"No, no. ARE YOU CRAZY! THAT WAS SOO ROMANTIC!!! HE JUST TOLD YOU HE LOVED YOU ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!"

I dropped the phone.

He loved me.

He LOVED me.

Will Taylor loved me.

This was so weird. My cellphone rang and I jumped about a mile in the air before picking it up. "Hello?"

"Jamie, get over here, this is important."

"Where are you!?!"

"At the hospital. It's Will."

I grabbed my bag. "I'm on my way now."

~*~

It took six hours to get to the hospital, more than the usual time because the woman at the counter gushed over me for like a whole ten mintues then told her co workers, which alerted the people in the airport, which pissed me off, which made my dad have to hold me back before I went bad-ass pregnant woman on those people.

I know right.

Anyways, when we finally got there I rushed in (sort of scooted along due the the four month pregnancy) to see Clary and Jeff and the entire family (excluding Will's dad and my mom) there, including Drew.

More gushing. More touching of my stomach. But did I snap? No. I waited patiently until someone finally told me.

"They beat him into a freakin coma dude."

Which of course, I found hilarious. I mean, who get's beaten into a coma for yelling I love you during a speech by President Obama to a girl who sort of hates your guts?

Only Will Taylor, that's who.

The only downside was, they didn't know when he was going to wake up.

~*~

totally unpredictable, eh? i enjoyed myself while writing this i personally find it hilarious the next chappie should be the last, then the epilouge sequel? i'm thinking about doing drew and whaher face's baby's story.. whatcha think?