Sumthin' This Way Comes Wicked

Yes...I Think.

Lisa's POV

I have to admit this is kinda fun... Julian really outdid himself. He brought me to the second most expensive restaurant in New York. It's the French restaurant he brought me to on our first official date. It seems as if that was so long ago. I miss those days. I lowkey do want him back.. Fuck...

Julian: Lisa? Are you okay?

Me: Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine...

Julian: Good, cause there's something I wanna ask you...

Me: You can ask me anything. Even though I probably don't wanna answer. *laughs*

Julian: Lisaaa. Shut up.

I sat there and pretended to pout. Thats when he bent down on one knee. What's he doing? Better be tying his shoes.. He pulled out a small black box. Damn it! Either he's slitting my throat or proposing.

Julian: Okay, Lisa, I know you said you wanna wait on us getting back together, but I don't. I honestly don't think I can spend another minute without you by my side as my wife... But.. Will you marry me?

Julian stuttered so much saying that. It was the cutest thing ever. I could tell he was nervous. I'm forgiving that because he proposed.

He pulled out this beautiful shiny diamond ring. It was a diamond ring with rubies. Rubies are the prettiest gem of all. Dear God.... What do I say? I can't think right now. I really wanna say yes... I'm so nervous. Everyone in the restaurant is looking at me.

Me: Yes, yes Julian, I'll marry you.

He did that signature smile of his. Goddamn. His smile is gorgeous. Like his teeth are perfectly straight and white. He stood up and hugged me really tightly. I love when he hugs me. It's that feeling you get when nothing could possibly go wrong. I need to focus. Wait... What the fuck did I just do?! Shit. I'm about to get married... Didn't I just tell myself not to do this?!

Julian's POV

Thank God she said yes. I can't stop smiling dude. Lisa is smiling but I can tell something is wrong... This isn't good.

Me: Lisa..What's wrong? Don't lie to me either cause you know you can't lie.

She does a deep sigh.

Lisa: Julian.... I love you, I really do... I-It's just.. I'm not ready to be back with you...

She has this look in her eyes, almost as if she wants to cry, yet hardened enough to be sure of her words...

I didn't mean to rush her into anything... I sigh and look down. It's all my fault anyway. Had I been there for her we'd be married already. I started daydreaming about us being married with three kids, a dog, a pool and maybe a--

My daydream was interrupted by Lisa calling my name repeatedly. Damn it.

Lisa: Julian. Julian.. Ju-Ju!

I blushed when she said that. That's been her nickname for me since we were young. I was Ju-Ju and she was Li-Na (Lisa Nicole). Back then we were attached at the hip.

Me: Yeah Li-Na?

She giggled at the silly nickname.

Lisa: Well, while you were spaced out and talking to yourself about three kids and a dog I was thinking... We can give us another try.

How the hell did she know what I was thinking?

Lisa: Cause you keep saying out loud dipshit.

She laughs and I see her dimples. She's a goddess, I swear.

Lisa: Thanks Ju! You're cute too, just not as cute as me.

She flashes me her signature smile and I sit here shaking my head. This girl is goofy as hell but I'm in love with her.

Lisa's POV

OH

MY

GOSH.

Did I really just do that? I'm sitting here thinking about what's gonna happen when I get home. How am I gonna tell Tristan and Crystal? They accepted my friend Trevor as their surrogate dad, now to push him out of their lives. Maybe I should say no? But I want to be with him so badly. All of these conflicting emotions! What's a girl to do?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts only when a waiter asks if we want dessert.

Male Waiter One: Congratulations to the happy couple! Would you like dessert? It is on the house, compliments of the chef.

Julian and I exchanged glances and nodded at each other.

Me: Yes, we would

I smiled sweetly at the waiter when a second waiter came by. This man was obviously intoxicated. He could barely stand and yet he had a falsely confident aura around him.

Male Waiter Two: This champagne is courtesy of the restaurant. To you happy couple! *holds up a champagne fluke and drinks* You're a gorgeous woman.

The waiter leans and kisses me.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuckery.

Everyone in the restaurant is staring at us again. This waiter is obviously on something. I sit there, my cheeks red hot with shame. I've done nothing wrong, yet I'm embarrassed again. I look over at Julian and he's mad as hell. Julian stands up and reaches for my hand.

Male Waiter Two: Hey! Where do you think you're going?

I ignore him and stand up until I get pushed back into my chair roughly. This isn't gonna end well for me. The waiter walks over to me and whispers things in my ear that would make a porn star blush. I pushed him away from me and tried to get up.

Male Waiter Two: Sit your stupid ass down, and shut the fuck up. This dude can't save you.

He laughs and points at Julian. Julian rushes over to me, considering that he's on the opposite side of the table, and he's a giant he got to me in about a negative thousandth of a second. He was mad, beyond pissed. If Ju and the Devil got in a fight right now, well I'd be scared for the Devil.

Being the defiant little woman I am, I stood up again and the waiter started yelling.

Male Waiter Two: Slut! Where do you think you're going? You can't possibly run off with
this bum.

He grabbed my wrist. I punched him in the jaw. He got knocked out. Uncle Muhammad would've been proud. Did I mention my dad taught me how to box? Oh, in addition to that did I mention he was friends with Muhammad Ali's trainer? I didn't? Oops, well now you know. Don't ever fuck with Lisa Nicole August.

I turn on my heel, grab Julian's hand and we leave the restaurant. It was a badass moment. It felt like I was in a James Bond movie.